Going to the watering hole and visiting Curly
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Today we decided that it was a good time to head down to the other part of the nearby forest and get some fresh spring water with Chechi and Baba Gani. Again, we grabbed up our little walking sticks (its important to have one while walking around the village and forest because of the snakes...smacking the grass as you walk). So we headed down past the village center and downt he little path leading to the other side of the mountain on which Fazanovo was sittuated. With the three dogs on our heels, we walked down to the spring and filled up. Not without a couple of stops here and there for me to run off the path and photograph some trees and beautiful colors of moss.
After filling up the jugs, we decided to leave them for a little while and continue on to where there was a clearing in the forest and we could see the beautiful colors of the changing season in the trees.
Getting our fill of beauty, we decided to head back to the spring and head home, as we had plans for the evening. Grabbing up the dogs we headed back and took a little break at an area the hunters had built for cleaning of animals and cooking. The dogs were very excited about this stop and ran frantically around playing and biting at eachothers ears.
Leaving the forest behind us we got the car and headed out to visit the other Mitaka a.k.a. Curly, he is a close friend of the families and he and his wife own a couple of bungalows in the small village of Varvara, right on a cliff overlooking the black sea and Varvara marina. He has about 4-5 bungalows which he rents out during the fishing season to various fisherman, his crew, or gypsies that want to learn to fish. Almost all the boats docked there were his, and he lent them to other fisherman and gypsies and took a cut out of the catch. His boat, the one he used, is called The Mutang, a beautiful sleek and fast boat.
After the quick greetings, we headed up to his dining "room" which was basically a covered area outside right on the edge of the cliff where you looked over the marina and all the boats and black sea.
Curly would watch me take pictures, and with every shot he would yell at me "stop it you paparak!" haha. And I kept catching him in the pictures just as he was yelling that at me. A great night of sweettalk and great conversation and drink. We picked up and headed home, tired from the day and ready to sleep.