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Subject: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: Roger the Skiffler
Date: 27 Jun 05 - 03:33 AM

POSTCARD FROM ALONISSOS 2005.

Yes, it's that time of the year again when One Sad Englishman bores for Britain to the massed apathy of the Mudcat and the odd (very odd) fan.

We had a great 2 weeks in Alonissos, no floods this time. We stayed in Votsi, nearer the hub of things, but as the season is only just getting started there were only about 12 tourists in the village, 3 good places to eat, 3 normally deserted beaches in half an hour's walk and a busier one closer. We did a couple of boat trips, some walking, some sunbathing, a lot of people-watching and some eating – only put on 2 pounds but managed my target of not having the same main course twice in the evenings and having some new things as well. Also tried Tsipouro for the first time.. of which more later. Didn't see a monk seal but saw plenty of Eleanora's falcons.
Took masses of photos. There were more of those strange farm vehicles based on rotorvator engines than I've seen anywhere, Sheila said I took too many photos of them!
Sorry, goat fans, didn't see many for once, but ate some!
More later when I've got time
Yasas
RtS


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: Morticia
Date: 27 Jun 05 - 07:49 AM

as one of the very odd fans, I'm delighted Travels with My Skiffler is back.....look forward to the rest, Roger.


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: Roger the Skiffler
Date: 27 Jun 05 - 09:10 AM

BIRTHDAY GIRL -Again
The company we travelled with normally only organise one event: a boat or truck trip and picnic. On Alonissos it was a boat trip on the 27 year old Skyros-built 54foot traditional wooden Gorgona whose captain Paniotis "Pakis" Athanassiou was educated at LSE, is a passionate ecologist, founded the local fisherman's cooperative, was the main mover of the Sporades marine park and advocate of low key ecotourism. As Sheila was having a birthday on the day of the trip she checked with the rep. how many people would be coming so she could make sure we'd got enough sweeties for them (local almond biscuits made by the local Women's Cooperative). Half way on the trip (we visited offshore island, Patitiri, looked for monk seals & falcons etc) the rep. ( Samos-born Eirini) produced a chocolate birthday cake and candle and sang the Greek equivalent of "Happy Birthday"! The captain had the biggest slice, I noticed, and also 3 helpings of rizogalo when we stopped for coffee at Steni Vala on the way back. I took the opportunity to have one of Katina's rizogalos myself , remembering them from when we stayed in Steni Vala about 4 years ago.

The other boat trip we did, also with Pakis, was to Aghia Panaghia to see the 1000 year old monastery, walk across the island in company with Dutch Astrid who described the wild flora and its uses in food and medicine. The monk was "out", allegedly buying a donkey, so Pakis told us about the history of the islands and the marine park and showed us the outside of the monastery. Pakis is a fount of entertaining information and stories, many at the expense of rich Athenian tourists, like the ones who complained they should have been warned about the sea having fish in which had scared their child! On the other side of this otherwise uninhabited island is a farm, staffed by an Albanian family who supply the monk and export olives the parent monastery on Mt Athos. On one of the sheds was the international heart and arrow love symbol! Perhaps that's where they take a favourite goat…

FOOD & DRINK –again
Some travel writers say: "you don't go to Greece for the food". Eh? Do they only patronise urban "gyro me pitta" places?
We ate very well as usual. At the Women's Co-operative we bought "neratzi" jam. No-one could tell us what it was in English except a sort of bitter orange. My Greek dictionaries and Sheila's Greek cookbooks have confirmed it is …bitter orange! Apparently it grows in Athens and other towns and cannot be picked, but windfalls are fair game and though too bitter to be eaten makes great jam. There was a lot of local fruits ripening and ladies buying up jars and industrial quantities of sugar in the shops. Another thing we bought from the Co-op was a liqueur "karythaki" which we could get no more detailed info than "small nuts". Our books here give it as either a generic word for nuts or "walnut". A real mystery was a free starter we were given in a taverna in Rousoum Gialos. I think it was on the menu, untranslated, as "klimata" but I've not found it anywhere. It seems to have something to do with "air" so may just mean "free" just as horta is wild greens. This was nice and crunchy, not soggy like horta. We were told (largely in pantomime!) it was blanched and pickled and then lasted for a couple of years.
        I had the nicest galaktobouriko I've ever had at the Halati café in the Old Town. I had hoped for loukoumades but they were "off". The waitress apologised that the galaktobouriko was "too fresh" ! It was still warm and delicious.
        I was impressed that we were several times steered to different things: fresh local horta rather than the more expensive but largely imported Greek salad, for example. At another time I was dissuaded from having the last piece of baklava in a café as it was stale and offered the fresh kataifi instead. Sheila had an ice-cream and was offered the lady's home-made fruit syrup to go on it.

TSIPOURO!
The local barrel wine was very good (and only 4€ a litre!) but the local speciality was tsipourou, like ouzo but stronger (I think- though I'm understandably hazy about this- 43%!) and without aniseed. We were part of a group who went to the best ouzerie in the port (Kamaki)to try the ouzo & mezedes. I'm not too fond of ouzo(though, worryingly, after 2 or 3 I begin to like it!) though I usually have it to be polite- sometimes I'm as polite as a gecko, and Sheila doesn't like aniseed so we tried the tsipouropu. Others in the group stuck to ouzo and one couple wimped out and stuck to wine- and by the bottle. The mezes kept coming…and coming. I counted 12 plus a crème caramel to finish and a farewell metaxa. No, we didn't have 12 tsipouro or I wouldn't be here to tell the tale! I don't know whether is was that or the metaxa but we beat our personal best walk back to our accommodation by 5 minutes- and in the dark, up steps and along rough roads and stone donkey tracks – 25 minutes.
        The full list was: anchovy; dips (aubergine and cheese & pepper); 3 types of fritter including saganaki; kalamari fried; marinaded klaamari chunks; marinaded octopus; cuttlefish with spinach; greek salad;aubergine balls deep fried; green beans; mussels in curry sauce; dolmades; crème caramel- and bread of course.
        No ill effect the next day either, and all for 20€ per head.

MORE FOOD
There wasn't a bakery in the village but the local shop, about 2 minutes from our accommodation, got a delivery of fresh warm bread, pies, sweet pastries etc by 9am every morning, including brown bread. He had a well designed bakery room next to the shop but served alone in both, so having got your bread etc. you went next door to get the rest of your shopping (in my case often, embarrassingly just bread, crisps and wine!) and to pay. When he had a lull in serving bread he'd come and deal with the "queue" –I jest of course! The local ladies would have already packed their shopping in carrier bags and either unpacked them or told him what they'd got. One just tipped out her purse of small change on to the counter for him to sort through, another just threw a note at him across the counter (don't try this in Tesco's, children!) while we Brits waited patiently to pay!
Needless to say this was a slow start to a relaxing day.

SCHOOL'S OUT
After a day with a picnic on a deserted beach we spent a day at Rousoum Gialos, our nearest beach with one or two tavernas ( two more reopened during our stay) which was popular with locals. It turned out it was the last day of the school term and about 11.30 the juniors were let out for the day clutching their school reports, some of which looked unlikely to reach home in legible form! The all hit the beach and spent a happy day the same as Greek children throughout the islands, jumping or pushing each other off the jetty and local fishing boats, climbing the chalk cliffs barefoot and diving off, swimming and snorkelling. In the UK, of course, a risk assessment would have been carried out, parental consent forms obtained, qualified lifeguards and first aiders of both sexes would have been on duty….After a couple of hours a smart young woman in a sundress and unsuitable high heels came down to where they were and went for a paddle. "Miss, Miss" went up the cry (actually, Mrs , Mrs!) and they showed their teacher their dives and swimming strokes. After half an hour of this she went off in a car with a fellow teacher and returned with ice lollies for all, including a couple of mums who'd turned up by then. Later we saw the whole teaching staff at their end of term lunch in a taverna which went on till 5.30. My teachers never looked, dressed or treated us like that!
        One of the tavernas had a toddler dashing about in the nominal charge of granddad (who wasn't so nimble!) . He had to intervene when the child went to play in the traffic (fortunately a dead end so no through traffic, except motorcyclists who regarded steps as a challenge, not a barrier!) and on to the quay where he tried to pull in fishing boats like the big boys did, straining on the mooring line! Both granddad and father (in between waiting tables) would indulge him in this, finally "helping" him to pull a boat in, carry him on board and let him run around the deck and play with the fenders etc. for a while…and all without the intervention of Social Services!


CULTURE
One of the beaches we walked to, Tsoukalia, was across the other side of the island. The donkey tracks, stone paved, which we saw being restored when we stayed at Steni Vala a few years ago are now more extensive. There was a good one down from the old Town (we took bus or tax UP!) and our accommodation was along one. Cars couldn't turn around so had to drive down and back up or vice versa. Taxis wouldn't try but motorbikes did! Anyway, we got to Tsoukalia in about 40 minutes, allowing for admiring the view, "discussing" the route, resting Sheila' dodgy knee etc. There was only a windmill there which had been restored beautifully as a holiday home by someone with a lot of cash, and an archaeological site. The site, the beach and the hinterland was covered in millions of pottery shards, including recognisable handles, rims etc. It must have been a colossal industry to produce so much waste. The site was fenced off but outside it the road was made of crushed pottery, unfortunately the prevailing wind meant the beach was also covered in plastic waste along the tide line, a mystery for future archaeologists.
When we went on our boat picnic, the first time this season Pakis had landed at that spot on offshore islet Patitiri, he & crew lead the way to the beach cutting the path clear with secateurs and then filled three plastic sacks with plastic waste off the beach. When we were in Steni Vala , Costas, whose local family owned most of the businesses there, told us about the museum his family were building in Patoitiri, the port, to house their collection of tools and artifacts. It is now open, a smart stoneclad building on 4 floors. Entrance is 3€ with a free drink thrown in! Not all the labels are yet bilingual but it is a fascinating mish-mash of finds from the sea, "pirate" loot and tools of traditional crafts. There is also a lot of stuff from the seemingly endless Balkan Wars. Not entirely impartial captions paint the Bulgarians, Albanians, Turks, Italians and Germans as the Bad Guys, and, for once, England as on the side of the angels (ie Greece).
The Old Town had been evacuated after an earthquake in the 1960s and the Colonels (spit!) wouldn't allow the locals to rebuild. Now Germans and Scandinavians are buying up and restoring the ruins and there is life there again, in the Summer at least while the Greek population is in architecturally unexciting Patitiri and Votsi. That said, our apartment was new and very well appointed (except for the traditional Greek loo-roll holder that leapt off the wall if you looked at it ) with a nice patio with pots of flowers everywhere.

OUR APARTMENT

There were two apartments with side views from the balcony of the fishing harbour at Votsi and facing the garden opposite of a larger complex. Very mature pine trees and lots of flowers and birds. Or owner downstairs was a primary school teacher with two children about 8-9. She was very shy, we only saw her to speak to once, and they kept indoors, unusually, and were VERY quiet. The rest of the village, of course, shouted screamed, crowed, barked, revved up, in the traditional way. Hollyhocks seemed a favourite flower, a lot escaped into the wild in ruins and neglected land. As there is a lot of fiercely protected pine forest on the island it is very green and lots of wild flowers and butterflies and birds as a result. Pine trees are still tapped for resin for retsina, but there are fewer trained tappers around now.The collared doves outside our window were a bit monotonous but we believed we heard a blue rock thrush (not confirmed by sighting, where is Bill Oddie when you need him?). The only snake we saw was a dead grass snake, but there was a profusion of lizards every few feet on our walks, and the traditional house gecko eating moths by the outside light.
        The accommodation had aircon, which we didn't need, and a tv which, I'm proud to say, we never switched on. There was also an ironing board we didn't touch either! Another Greek tradition was observed: the only bank on the island was on strike the whole time we were there! The bus service was good, and increased in frequency while we were there, to get to the old town. No chats with the driver, he was always on his mobile phone.
Next to the harbourside taverna in Votsi was a little stone house occupied by a little old lady (in the Sporades they wear pale blue with white headscarves rather than black) whose stockings outwrinkled Norah Batty's. She used to come out in the evening and stand , or sit on the nearby steps and stare at the tourists in the tavern! Staring cats are unnerving enough…but am I that strange? (Answers on a postcard…).There were a lot of dogs and a shop in the port selling only animal feed and pet food. Not many donkeys in evidence, though.

Sadly, there was no live music, the season was really only just starting, some businesses still not open. Partly caused by the loss of the daily ferry from Volos. Mainland Greeks need their cars on holiday and so local traffic was down, only we foreigners lugging our stuff on and off hydrofoils and catmarans. The local businesses also suffered with only one weekly ferry having to bring anything large in or out. We phoned our friends in Kalymnos: they had no empty tables, much better season than last year! Mind you, it was good for us. If all the vacant rooms had been occupied, we wouldn't have had empty beaches and room and time to chat to locals in tavernas.
        Now we have Lemnos to look forward to in September. Sheila is going to a conference in Pretoria, SA in the interim!

RtS


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: katlaughing
Date: 27 Jun 05 - 11:01 AM

Another ODD one...been so for aeons, it seems.**BG** (Note to self - get a new armchair:-) DEE-lighted to join you on your travels, again. PLEASE continue. It's wonderful!!!!

Love these!!

luvyakat


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: Roger the Skiffler
Date: 27 Jun 05 - 11:25 AM

Another of Capt Pakis' stories: he says on the saint's day in Sept last year, 50 people went to Aghia Panaghia for the service, bad weather prevented the boats from leaving so they had to bed down in the monastery (built for 15 monks) and the farm (built for one family) for 10 days. He says there were 4,000 wild goats on the island- not so many now! Perhaps that's why the monk was "not in for visitors" when we went, still trying to get his solitude back!
For the few real addicts on my Photobox list, I've put a small album up.

RtS


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: George Papavgeris
Date: 27 Jun 05 - 11:25 AM

Roger,
I can't believe it - you went to Alonisos and missed out on their three most feted delicacies:

- the lobster spaghetti (astakomakaronada)
- their unusual cheese pies (fried)
- "armyrikia", the seaweed-like salty greens that grow in abundance on the island (though that crunchy stuff you had might have been it).

But I'm only jealous. My best friend has a house there, and spends most weekends on the island from Easter through to Christmas (if I only knew you were going, I'd have put you in touch). As you stand on the quay for the boat looking back towards the town, if you look at the hills on the left side of the town, his is the house standing by itself 3/4 of the way up the hill, suroounded by trees and with the best possible view. We spent a wonderful week there last year, and would go back like a shot.


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: Roger the Skiffler
Date: 28 Jun 05 - 03:22 AM

Yorgo, you've got it- armyrikia-that's why I couldn't find it in my dictionaries! [then what was klimata on menu??)We did have local pies, should have mentionedit. Pension didn't run to lobster, this time!

RtS


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: Roger the Skiffler
Date: 28 Jun 05 - 03:33 AM

A few addenda: one of the delif=ghts of travelling to the Sporades is the short runway, with sea at each end,on Skiathos, with severe braking. It's a case of "adopt the brace position, put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye!. We'll have to face it again when we go to Lemno as there is usually a stop at Skiathos one way. The quiet village we stayed in had the island helipost but we only saw a couple of helicopters, no visible military presence on the island (unlike many others) except the usual low level flying by Greek airforce.
I said there was no live music: I had hopes when we went to the ouzerie Kamaki as there was a mandolin, bouzouki and guitar hanging up but on closer inspection they all lacked several strings.
The only time we decided to buy stamps from the Post Office rather than kiosk or shop it was closed for unspecified reason but it gave us a chance to admire a next of swifts under the eaves with a parent flying in to feed the chicks, so we checked their progress each time we went past! Finally they were on the telegraph wires, testing their wings.
Two of the family-run eateries in the village followed the usual pattern of the women doing all the work while the paterfamilias held court with his cronies. In the case of the cafe/pizza place two grandsone were waiters. The younger, about 14 took his duties seriously, the older one ,a bout 15, The Only Goth in the Village, more reluctantly, preferringto sit with grandad or his mates sharing teenage angst and communicating in grunts. Different from the beach kids I mentioned earlier who still enjoyed their days with no electronic toys in sight.

RtS


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: GUEST,The Barden of England at work
Date: 28 Jun 05 - 06:09 AM

I'm so jealous. We spent a week there in may 2003, and what a fabulous island it is. Stayed in the Pleiades Studios just above the Harbour in Patatiri. It was very quiet, which is just what we loved about the place, but the lack of the local bus (which came off the ferry the day before we left) made us hire a motorbike for a few days, so we were able to find all those emty beaches. I have a little movie and a few pictures of Steli Maris beach completely deserted, which was stunning. The food - great - the place great - and you're right about the airport at Skiathos, what a trip that one is!!! Also spent a lot of time up at the Old Town, drinking and eating and getting a very good 'Taverna suntan'. Like El Greko I'd go back in the blink of an eye - it's such a laid back place.
John Barden


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: Roger the Skiffler
Date: 29 Jun 05 - 09:09 AM

I was glad to see that EC regulations hadn't stopped the tradition of going into the kitchen to see what is really on offer (Greek taverna menues are usually in the running for the Booker Prize for Fiction). That way you often get local dishes which never appear on the menu and aren't offered to tourists, who are assumed to want a horiatiki and a souvlaki.
I'm pleased to see Sheila's photo of me at the Ouzerie carefully obscures the number of bottles on the table!

RtS


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: Roger the Skiffler
Date: 30 Jun 05 - 08:40 AM

I mentioned last year seeing a travelling Afro-Caribbean bootleg-CD seller both in Patmos and in Kalymnos. Blow me, we saw him (or his brother!) in the Old Town in Alonissos. Not close enough to be sure it was the same guy, but it looked like it, certainly selling something to the tavernas from the same sort of bag. It didn't surprise me to see him covering all the Dodecanese, but to cover the Sporades as well he must spend mostof hislife on ferries!

RtS


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: Roger the Skiffler
Date: 03 Jul 05 - 12:39 PM

SAMPHIRE! That's what armyrikia is! Just before jetting off to South Africa to give a paper at an international conference, 'Er Indoors spotted it in the Guardian weekend magazine cookery section. Cross-checked in wild flower book. It grows on cliffs and seaside rocks, in UK especially in Wales, & occasionally available in wet fish shops. Not surprisingly NOT in either of my Greek dictionaries!

RtS


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Subject: RE: BS: Postcard from Alonissos 2005
From: George Papavgeris
Date: 03 Jul 05 - 01:22 PM

Most Greeks wouldn't recognise them anyway, and they don't eat them (fools). They are considered a "last resort" green. Reputedly, they were what Lord Byron had to eat as his last meal in Messolonghi during the blockade in 182x (3?); they'd finished the cats and dogs by then and the only thing left to eat was armyrikia. As a result of the pure armyrikia diet, many got dysentery, and I am sure it did not help Byron's condition. But a side salad of them next to your main course...aahhh!


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