Dinner at the Taverna as interesting last night. An all male place that served a diet of food wine and football. There are many men taverna in Greece where they sit and talk, play, and watch football mostly quite loudly.
However I had a calling today to visit the site of the Dodona Oracle. The old oak tree where Odyssius visited the oracle and later became a place of temples and worship and an amphitheatre that seated 17,000 that the Romans converted for blood sports, killing people and wild animals. They were not sitting round playing backgammon and watching football. They also had a sports track for competitions. What a place. So old.
Back through the city toward Metsovo, a very old village on the side of a hill. It has been resurected by some industrial beneficiaries so it feels alive. Cobbled streets and a square where the souvlaki is the food for lunch, which I enjoyed also. Then it was away to Kalambaka to ride round the Meteora, the monastaries built on the top of cliffs and totally inacessable (unless invited) and quite a stunning picture in the fading light and lowering sun as the night fog rolled in obsuring almost everything. Then away over Greeces highest pass the Katara to Larissa. That was a suprise. What a city, what a society, I doubt if I have seen such a place of coffee bars and cafes in the square. I eat Greek. Lamb stew. Good too.
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About Me
- Kris Kent
- Travel it is said broadens the mind, so I set off to explore. To this traveler it seems the world changed at the turn of this century and has deteriorated rapidly since. So unless the trend is reversed the world will become unsafe not just for travelers, but for all of us. A new accountability, a new morality, is needed, no, demanded. The picture is an aboriginal painting on a rock in a park in New South Wales
