Sunday, 17 March 2013

Apokres - The best party ever ...

Thats no understatement ...

I returned to the Bourtzi at 3:15pm to find Giannis all alone, dressed as an Arab. We were the only people there, and he admitted he was nervous. He had bashed on doors and shook people into action to get the party for the children. Now on a freezing cold day with a biting wind, and the last day before carnival Sunday - Would anyone come ...

I could understand his apprehension. I took a look at the piles of wrapped cakes, bags and bags of crisps and biscuits. I said to him 'every one of those represents a child that will be here in an hour'

We set to work making popcorn, on a machine lent to us by Amanda who owns the Aktion cinema. The popcorn started to do its chemistry and popped. The doors swung open, to admit adults dressed as Red Indians, Chickens, Gypsies, Flamenco dancers - and children in lovely fancy dress costumes too ...

Now as well as being good with films and popcorn machines, Amanda is really good at face painting. Many of the children were soon sporting butterflies and Viennese style painted eye masks ...



Beautiful cakes made by the adults presented on the tables, coffee percolating, music childrens voices all having fun. At times our food and drink stall was besieged by little people and adults alike. The four of us could barely keep up with demand.

The requests followed a pattern, Coffee and cake for adults, Popcorn, crisps and juices for the children, then sweet cakes for the children. Then as they expent more energy, they returned and demanded water. They drank it and requested more water, and returned to the party.

Those children partied hard - at one time there must have been a hundred there, plus the adults. Yanula the school teacher - what a lady, leading the troops from the stage, directing operations, games speeches and thanking the parents for their support.


The tombola stall went really well, we won a visit to the butchers - Free food. Others handbags of goodies to take home, what great support by the local community.

They call it Halloween here, not the American invention that I am used too. But there was dancing round a Maypole. Something I have seen quite often over the years. There were two of them, one on the floor and one on the stage, and the children loved it ...


A ritual with sticks where the children, beat a clowns mask like Morris men. Only this clown is stuffed with sweets and when his head bursts, the children really enjoy the contents of his head ...


The clown has burst his head - Sweets for everyone ...


Then a game where adults can fish for children using loukoumi [λουκούμι] as bait ...


Dancing - The birdy song ...


Dancing - Greek ...


All too soon the party came to an end, everyone got stuck in and cleared up the hall. Everyone took home some cake as there was so much left over. I even took one to my neighbours, the old ladies seemed very pleased.

Walking along the paralia - I suddenly realised I felt shattered, as I said earlier, those children party hard ...


3 comments:

  1. No wonder you were shattered Ian! It looks as though all the hard work was worth it though��

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  2. Hi Liz - Still shattered today, Skiathian in his sick bed, on what appears to be the quietest carnival day in memory. Keeping an eye out for a run on the banks tomorrow ...

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  3. Hope the medication is doing its job Ian! As for the banks, yes I think under the mattress is becoming the best idea with the state of things at the moment!!��

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