Stoat, weasel or ferret?
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Climb through mountains where we glimpse patches of snow. Quaint villages that must have been painted on to the sides of the steep mountains. Shepherds and goatherds wave as they tend their flocks in the unfenced country. At about coffee time we pass through a village where a woman waves to us. Parking the van we walk back and she rushes around shouting for Nikoli. We ask for coffee and he inquires if we want to try Greek coffee. We do. It is brought out with two glasses of water and already sweetened. He coaches me in how to say thank-you and water, in Greek. Effcaristouw and Nero. Sure they aren't spelled correctly but that is how they sound.
See a stoat, weasel or ferret run across the road fleetingly, a young one. How do you tell the difference? Dead hedgehogs, yet to see a live one.
For 400 years from 1600-1200BC this citadel was the most powerful kingdom in Greece. It consists of a fortified citadel and surrounding settlement. Due to the sheer size of the walls the Ancients believed that the place had been built by a Cyclops--one of Homer's giants.
On to Nemea and Martineia, planning to stay near Nafpoli that night. It is a Saturday evening and it seems that all the families are in the port town walking along esplanades, having meals in cafes. Decide to go on and at a place called Iria we see lots of camping signs some 15kms out on the coast. A goatherd complete with the long crook they used in Biblical times, watches his flock of about 200 cross the road around us. We come down through the hills and choose one of the camps. The woman checking us in sees our Australian flag and asks how did we ever find them all the way from Australia. We like the Greek people and know that they make excellent citizens of Australia. Melbourne in Victoria has the third largest population of Greeks outside of their homeland I think!
Next morning after packing up we cross the road where I find some pretty stones and Andrew swims in the Mediterranean. A fisherman glances our way then focuses of his pursuit.