Arolithos Traditional Cretan Village
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... they spend the next 45 minutes getting mixed together and heated. After that they will separate the olive oil off the top watery mash. The oil is weighed and the remaining skin and seed extract becomes a brown mixture used to feed livestock. Out of 42 bags we had 2,000 Kg of olives that produced 318 liters of oil. They let me have 3, which equate to about 10 euros. Hardest $12.50 I think I have ever ...
Today we starting harvesting. The day of picking the olive off the ground are over. Today they use nets spread out over the area and the use a olive tree beater. It's a long shaft with a rotating head that has several rubber sticks that beat the tree branches and knock the olive off. What I thought was a peaceful harvest, is anything but. You need a generator to power the beaters and they hit the branches, constantly making noise and shredding the tree as olives are thrown ...
Today I made it out to the farm, where I will spend the next bit of time, being a farmhand. The owner is Kostos and his wife will be the main ones hosting. They have three sons that help run the hotel and will help with the harvest on the farm. They have several hundred trees that they will harvest over the next couple months. It sounds like we will start harvesting in a few ...
... worried about
the time as the plane left an hour late, but as the connection from Athens to Istanbul
was also late, this did not matter. We did not have any dramas at Athens this time. We were
sorry to leave Crete, but we were also looking
forward to the last stages of our journey and to being back home.
... part. Tamara found that putting the hand with the
swollen finger out the car window reduced the temperature and redness, and it
was not getting any worse.
We stopped for lunch at a small village
taverna, where the olives in the salad were no better than one of Tamara’s ...