Chios Haus Fay
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Tue 30th: Woke up on Chios island in our delightful little 'studio' beside the Aegean Sea. The night before we had taken the ferry (with our car) just 7 kms from the Turkish port, Cesme, with a pretty strong wind making me feel somewhat nervous, but all was ...
... in the next village we drove to called Anavatou. This was up the top of a mountain more than a thousand meters high and very remote. Apparently there is only one permanent villager livng there now who is in her 70s and who refuses to move. She does have some company when summer visitors go to rent houses there although what they do there is a mystery other that to sell ice cream in the only little shop to the tourists who drive for hours to see them. When we ...
... The descent from the hills to the harbour at Lagada on Monday is quite an experience. The Raven goes suitably slowly for Hilli! We encounter some incredible black mountain-goats who peer down at us from ridiculous perches high above the road. The water in the harbour is crystal clear and full of fish swimming just below the surface... a bit like in Ithaki... they're accustomed to having bits of bread thrown to them from the taverna. The chef cooks us some delicious fresh fish ...
... experienced campaigner, in fact. The Chios officials use the same tactics on the Turks as the ones they employ on everyone else... and so we get swept up in all the tit-for-tat inflicted on anyone idiotic enough to cross from Cesme to Chios! It's lunchtime before we're finally enjoying an iced-coffee and a baclava at a cafe next to the ticket office in Chios itself. From then on the day gets better. ...
... in her wonderfully-artistic amphitheater-like yard and garden. (Note to self, the rows of seating made of stone that Stella had built into the hillside made for an incredibly social atmosphere and might be something to someday try to emulate at our home.) Joining us for dinner was a gentleman from Australia whom we had met on our first night in Volissos, Michael, who had been on a very vagabond-like journey of exploration of his family's roots. Michael had lived his whole life ...