Friday, January 31, 2014

to get away

It sounds like you're trying to escape your surroundings when you dream -- "ah, to get away!" But it means different things to different people and to me, it's always been synonymous with seeing something new. Ed tells me my palate of experiences is actually the same -- only the setting changes. And that's not entirely false. I venture out and take note. One difference between him and me is that I think I learn by observing and listening. We both like to read, but beyond that, he'll tell you that he learns by doing. Something's broken, he'll take it apart to understand why. Or he'll take on the IRS code to figure out a tax advantage. Or he'll put himself in a strange environment and try to figure out how best to get by,

Me, I'm happy to walk, look, and listen.

When I thought to book passage to Kos in the winter, I imagined that there would be hikes to take in the off season. All those mountains! Lush landscape, stretches of seaside, quiet villages where you can see year round inhabitants making a life for themselves even when tour boats stop coming and vacationers disappear. This is what I love to photograph and take note of on Ocean.

And to our amazement, we are gifted another sunny day. Here, you can see the skies just before dawn cracks the day wide open and gives us that coveted sunshine:


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After breakfast -- large one for Ed, modest for me...


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...I ask at the desk: where might we hike?
She points out on the map interesting things to see in Kos town. Understandable. "Hike" is a term that connotes different things to different people. I push a little: we love nature. We love long walks. Maybe outside the city -- can we find places in the countryside,  where we wont find many cars? Quiet places?

Well, after several attempts, it becomes clear that our sincerely anxious to please desk person is not a hiker, not an outdoors person at all. The only solution is to rent a car and make our own way up the mountains where the villages beckon and the winding roads may lead to winding paths.

Car rentals on the island are, in the winter, ridiculously cheap and informal. A guy comes over with a car, takes in $40 worth of fees and hands you the keys to a bright yellow Kia. Of course. Who is going to steal a car here? The island is only 30 miles long and maybe 4 miles wide. Nowhere to hide.


Our destinations are not that distant: I've set my mind on the villages of Zia and maybe Pyli and whatever else we can find up there, underneath the Kos summits.


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Some twenty minutes later, we park the car (in Zia) halfway up the mountain and set out on foot.

In the summer time, these mountain villages expect and want visitors. There are maybe half dozen shops and as many tavernas waiting for them. Most are closed now. The place feels quiet. With only the occasional person out and about. A priest, for example.


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And a dog. Because as soon as we get out of the car, we are greeted by one. Lets call him Kossie. He figures prominently in our day and he deserves a name. (He's not a stray: he has a collar and a screw cap with written information inside, presumably about the owners, but, it's all in Greek so we are left to invent our own story about his life.)

Kossie is so friendly that I swear, I have almost decided to get a Kossie lookalike for the farmhouse. What, I travel too much? Well, I have a stay at home guy now! My hypothetical pooch shall have a babysitter in my absence! Yes, there's the matter of Isis. Hmmm. I'll give that some thought. Following pooch credentials required: super friendly dog who likes cats and people!

Okay, let's snap back to reality here.

We pick a road that goes up. I mean, it's not as if there are many roads to choose from: one that goes up, one that doesn't.

And it's beautiful -- a forested road that has no traffic. Kossie leads the way!


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After about a mile or so, there is a dirt track that branches even more steeply uphill. Perfect! Kossie watches carefully which way we choose and lunges forward as soon as we turn uphill.


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And now the forest thins out a little. We hike through terraced olive groves...


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(with pale green and silver leaves)


...past an occasional farmhouse, always with chickens...


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("did you see a dog just gallop by? Yes? Me too!")



 ...and every once in a while, views to Kos town, to the sea, to Turkey.


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Kossie is delirious with joy. His small body seems so well toned, so perfectly strong. Mountain life is good for frisky dogs! And when we pause, so does he.


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Still, after about an hour and a half into our hike I start to worry that we are taking him away from his home. True, we're not enticing him, but he follows us each time we make a turn and as we climb further up the trail I think -- might he lose his scent back? How far will he go with us? Is he ours forever and ever? Blissful thought but, realistically, no pajamas. Kossie is our one-time hiking companion. Not even occasional. Just this once. Ours for a morning, to savor and then to remember.

And then we come to a surprise: a fence running across the dirt road. Just like that. We inspect it closely to make sure it's not merely for sheep or other such animals. It's not. Solidly fastened on all sides. Ed suggests there might be a tear off in the forest, but I refuse to pass through.

And so we turn back.

And Kossie spins around and heads back with us. Only when we come to fork in the road, he wants to go left. No no, Kossie, we came this way!
He follows us, but reluctantly.
I tell Ed -- it's a short cut! He knows the shortcut. 
Sure enough. We let him lead us and he brings us back to the village of Zia.


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(spring!)



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(an old woman eats a meal outside)



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("you pet that dog rather than me?")



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(plucking a chicken for dinner)


And we linger there because the sun is just so heavenly and you can drop a big load off your shoulders when the peace of this hillside village settles in and the world seems like such a kind and loving place.


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Kossie ambles off to be with his own kind. And we're back in the car, heading toward the next village -- Pyli.

And we pass fields of the wild anemone that grew so relentlessly around the ruins of the temples. Here, they grow among the ruins of old farmsteads.


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...and we pass churches, and goat herds and their herdsman, and blooming almond trees too.


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And so it doesn't matter that Pyli is a bit of a bust. Not worth a pause (sorry, Pylians -- I'm sure it's a great place to live!). Because the road to it was heavenly!

So where to now? It's early afternoon -- why not cross the mountain ridge and get to the other side of the island? What's it like there?

Kardamena. That's the village on the southern shore. It's bleak there now! A long row of mostly closed tavernas. Shuttered stores in need of a paint job. Ed asks if it's that way because of the off season or because of hard times and I have to say, it looks like it's a little of both.


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On the upside, if you throw your gaze at the fishing boats, you will be mesmerized. It's delightful out there, on the waterfront.


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The boat owners really do tend to their vessels.


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When they are not tending to their nets.


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We spin back to our side of the island (passing the sheep, always the goats and the sheep...)


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...and pick up the main road (which, rather unimaginatively is called the Main Road, but in Greek) that runs from one end of the island to the next.

And then we're done.

Though it is his (newly established) bedtime, Ed does not fall asleep. It's as if he doesn't have to anymore. His own weight has been lifted. And in the evening, we go out to a Taverna and he doesn't eat anything (all that breakfast!), but I do: veggies and fresh red mullet from the seas.


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And cookies at home. Yes, you need sweet treats to add balance to everything else that comes your way. Yay sweet treats. Yay Greek cookies.

7 comments:

  1. I vote for a farmette dog. Our dog and one of our cats got along quite well. It is possible.

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  2. I vote for a dog, too. It would be difficult, though, to match your one-time hiking companion.

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  3. My dogs would love to have the lifestyle of Kossie... free to just walk out and roam the mountainsides... they are quite jealous of him. He is a beauty, too. I would try to smuggle him home...

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  4. I think you were the highlight of Kossie's day too! Smart dogs love new adventures. Hmm. They have that in common with people too.

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  5. AND I see that you used "palate" and I used "palette". I wonder if that even changes the meaning much. Ed might have meant your range of tastes (interests). I meant your range of aesthetic experience - I was thinking of you as a traveling artist of sorts - with words and photographs.

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  6. I love Kossie, your hike together wit him leading you home, and the photo of you and Kossie.

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  7. Great day. So great to see the green ... it's snowing here in Fitchburg (again!). Love Kossie and your realizing she knew a shortcut.

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