I did set a mission to retrieve m tent, the one I left stashed on the side of the road last summer because I was carrying too much stuff. Tent, sleeping bag, clothes and a bag of sundries enough to crash land the Mars rover.
The bag and tent I left at the surf shack, and the big bag of sundries at the guesthouse where I met the chaps from Napoli.
I had stashed the tent against a little abandoned looking gate, thinking I’d pick it up later. The place now is overgrown with these shamrock (like the pub) little plants that I’d have to wade about to do a thorough search and with cars passing every couple of minutes I did not want to look dodgy. I’ve had my brush with dodgy this trip. If a truck tire could be covered so well I thought I really have to rummage. Leave it for now.
People are suspicious of rummaging, and it seems to me that we live in jittery times.
See the pictures and keep reading.
One guy in a pick-up did stop when I was standing there pretending to be someone taking pictures – he greeted me in Greek. I identified myself as speaking English, this here is my camera with which I’m taking pictures of the last rays of light playing on the fields, and that there’s by bike propped up next to the road. Satisfied he bid me farewell and drove off – probably keeping an eye in the rear-view mirror.
I can hear jets landing at the airbase from my balcony – cold winter air allowing for what hot summers don’t. They might just be back from a strike. As I cycle around taking pretty pictures, others have just been bombed. Quite the juxtaposition.
I watched them last summer from a beach party on Ladies’ Mile beach. Saw them coming in while all around me the party heaved and pretty coloured toenails made their way into my pictures. That was quite the juxtaposition too.
The hotel here booked me for a week and today was the first day I didn’t have something to do. Nice new feeling.
Have decided to stay put for the foreseen.