Sunday, 10 August 2014

Its a Convoy ...

That's what the road from the harbour is like ...

Ferries arriving packed to the top decks, each discorging a hundred or so cars each from the mainland. The port policeman going red in the face, is it the sun or the whistle, that is doing all the damage.

The lunchtime convoys from the mainland, via the harbour, snake their way down the island, gradually getting smaller, before dispersing at Koukounaries.

Some very impressive vehicles, jousting with the taxis,  including a top end BMW 4x4, that has promptly broken down, and has to be recovered to Athens. Where a computer technician will diagnose what the Skiathos dust, has done to the engine management system.

Mossies are out in force, down the island. In Troulos this morning, some people were looking like they should be quarantined, rather than be witnessed, scratching at lumps and bumps, like chimpanzees.

Picked some apples this morning and a few peaches, warmed by the sun. Quince fruit everywhere, but it will be a month or so yet. Pomegranetes are begining to ripen too. I watched locals picking vine leaves. Strange to see little old ladies, heading home with metre long creepers, destined to be stuffed with rice, not the compost heap as someone suggested to me. Again local people picking green figs, to be Sun dried and preserved.

Lots of crazy people around, the near full moon last night, was a stunner. Tonight it will be at full intensity. Lots of young people heading towards Bananaista, for the party tonight ...



Plenty of high summer madness, going on, down below the full moon, here on a 'small rock in the aegean' ...

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