ARUBA

Our stock response to the many questions and comments we received before heading South was: “We only have so many good years left and we won’t let one man decide where we go or how we spend them.”

The border crossing guard at Calais checked our passports, did a casual walkaround of our car, asked us the standard questions, and told us to “Have a good time!” No photos, no fingerprints, no third degree!

Our plan was to take four days to reach our destination in Fort Lauderdale, rather than the usual three. We stayed the first night in Fishkill, NY, and the second in Asheboro, NC. For our third night, we stayed in a hotel in the old part of Savannah, GA, one of our favourite American cities. Arriving there early afternoon, we settled in and took a 6K walk through the many beautiful parks and the downtown area. It was a beautiful day for February 12, sunny and 16C.

In three days on the road, we went from February to June, not a bad bargain! It being a long weekend – Valentine’s Day, Daytona 500 and President’s Day – traffic was heavy on I-95, and we reached our hotel in Ft. Lauderdale around suppertime.

JetBlue flew us from Ft. Lauderdale to Aruba and we picked up our car at the airport. Rentals are very hard to come by and quite expensive here. After a few wrong turns, we found our lodgings for the next two weeks, Naïma Cottage, settled in and went to the supermarket for some grub. Traffic here is crazy. It reminded me of Guadeloupe: too many cars and not enough island!

A nearby rooster was kind enough to remind us when it was morning, something we’ve become used to in our Caribbean travels. . This guy is the most handsome rooster I’ve ever seen and very popular with the ladies. The day greeted us with a heavy rainstorm, a fairly rare occurrence on this island which has to desalinate its drinking water because there’s so little groundwater to be had.

Aruba is officially a “constituent island country within the Kingdom of the Netherlands”, quite the mouthful. The island, home to approximately 125,000 people, is 20 kilometers long and 10 kilometers across at its widest point, about one-thirtieth of our island’s land area, and it lies just off the coast of Venezuela. Together with Bonaire and Curaçao, it forms the ABC island group. Other Dutch possessions in the Caribbean include Sint Maarten, Sint Eustatius and Saba.

The economy is dominated by two main industries: tourism and tourism, with maybe a bit of  offshore banking thrown in. Aruba has one of the highest standards of living in the Caribbean region, a low unemployment rate and is classified as a high-income economy. Its main trading partners are Colombia, the United States, Venezuela, and the Netherlands.

Although we hadn’t planned it that way, we happened to be here during Carnival, the big celebration before Mardi Gras and the beginning of Lent. Serendipity has struck us before: the swim from Rottnest Island to Fremantle in Western Australia, religious processions in Piraeus, Greece, and Cadiz, Spain and, last October, the No-Day parade in Chora, Naxos. Because there’s a strong Latino population here, Carnival is a big deal. The parade is lined with families and corporate groups, each one with its own shelter against the hot sun. People bring food and drinks and generally have a good time. The parade rivalled anything we’d seen elsewhere in our travels, as good as New Orleans’ Mardi Gras. The costumes and the music were incredible!

On our second full day in Aruba, we linked up with friends Joan and Richard Birt. It’s their third year on Aruba and they know their way around well, so we asked them to be our tour guides for the day. We started with a visit to the California lighthouse, named after the SS California, a steamship that sank nearby in 1891. We didn’t climb to the top but had a very nice view of both coasts from the western tip of the island.

Next, we stopped in at Aruba Aloe, an impressive facility that produces a full range of aloe products. Our tour guide explained the whole process from the aloe plant to finished goods, everything from soap to suntan lotion. We were surprised to learn that only 5 acres remain in production on the whole island, all located next to the plant. Our third stop of the day was Hooiberg, known locally as Haystack Mountain owing to its distinctive shape. To get to the top, we had to climb about 600 steps, but the views were well worth the effort.

After a light lunch at our place in Paradera, we visited the Casibari Rock Formation, one of two we’d see during the day, the other being at Ayo. According to ChatGPT, both formations are made up of granite boulders stacked in unusual formations and weathered by wind, heat and rain. A few of them reminded me of Fred Flintstone and Barnie Rubble’s houses. The site at Ayo contains petroglyphs (rock drawings) believed to have been made by the indigenous Arawak people about 1,000 years ago.

We drove to the wilder northeast coast to visit the ruins of a gold smelter called Bushiribana that operated in the late 1800s during the brief Aruba gold rush. From there, we continued eastward along the coast to visit the natural bridge, a huge natural limestone arch carved by the sea. We met dozens of quads loaded with tourists, having a great time bouncing along the gravel trails while eating more dust than they may have bargained for. Finally, back at the Birt residence, we put on our swimsuits and walked to the nearby beach called Boca Catalina for a refreshing dip. The water temperature was a toasty 27C, the perfect antidote for tired muscles. Eight stops in one day, quite the accomplishment for old people!

We’d heard that Baby Beach was one of Aruba’s nicest, so we drove to the southeast tip of the island and settled into our chairs for some sun and relaxation. It’s called “Baby Beach” because it borders a shallow protected lagoon, ideal for small children and inexperienced swimmers. There are few resorts on this end of the Island and not much to do in the nearby town of San Nicholas, Aruba’s second-largest settlement, home to 15,000 islanders and about half the size of Oranjestad. We stopped there for something to drink on our way back to Paradera and took pictures of the beautiful murals that adorn many of the downtown buildings.

When I received my combined COVID-flu shot in October, the pharmacist told me that the flu component might not protect me against a new strain of the virus. Boy, was he right! It hit me hard on our fourth day on Aruba, and lasted several days. No fever to speak of but there wasn’t a part of my body that didn’t hurt, especially my upper back between the shoulder blades. Elva did some shopping in Oranjestad while I stayed close to our apartment. 

While we were having breakfast one morning, this beautiful bird, a bananaquit, stopped by for a feed of nectar from the hibiscus flower next to our table. How do I know it was a bananaquit? Easy! I right-clicked on the photo on my laptop, clicked on “Ask Copilot”, and typed “What kind of bird is this?”. So then I asked about the cactus and the flower; the cactus is an organ-pipe cactus and the flower is a pink hibiscus. Technology is amazing!

On another day, we met up with Joan and Richard at their comfortable apartment in Malmok and were treated to a delicious lunch. We walked to the nearby beach, and Joan, Richard and I went snorkeling for the best part of an hour. We saw many different types of fish, notably parrot fish, four-eyed butterflyfish, angelfish, trumpetfish, a poisonous lionfish, and a sea turtle. While the corals have pretty well disappeared due to heavy foot and boat traffic, it was still nice to get into the warm ocean and just float along aimlessly looking at another world.

Elva and I decided to tour the main resort areas and nearby beaches, starting with the most developed one, Palm Beach. It’s a beautiful beach, for sure, and offers all the amenities for a family vacation, but it’s really not our cup of tea. The street that runs parallel to the beach is lined with restaurants and boutiques, making it far too “Americanized” for our tastes.

Eagle Beach was next on our list. Lying next to Palm Beach, it’s much more relaxed, and reminded us of the best beaches on our island. The sand is beautiful and the water warm. It’s the perfect place to go for a dip. I took a walk in the direction of Oranjestad, going as far as the neighbouring beach, Divi. Like Palm Beach, Divi is lined with condos and hotels. While people-watching is fun on any beach, in all our visits to Arubian beaches, I didn’t see one man in a thong, something I’m ever thankful for!

On one of our last days on Aruba, we took a guided tour of the WEB plant, a combined electrical generating and desalination facility that provides most of the island’s electricity and all of its drinking water. Aruba has no groundwater. Early settlers relied on rainwater but, when the population began to expand and the tourists showed up in the early twentieth century, desalination was the only solution.

The plant takes in water from beach wells and removes the salt using a process called reverse osmosis. About 10% of WEB’s electricity is needed to power the desalination plant, and the rest is distributed to islanders. Most of the power is generated from heavy and light crude oil and the utility is expanding its solar and wind generating capacity. It’s always interesting to learn how others deal with problems that would seem insurmountable to us, given that we have plentiful groundwater and are able to buy our electricity from New Brunswick.

Aruba has many attractive features to offer the visiting tourist: consistently warm weather, beautiful beaches, friendly people, good restaurants, and nice resorts. A few years ago, we visited eight Caribbean island countries on the same trip: Trinidad and Tobago, Grenada, Barbados, Saint Lucia, Dominica, Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, Antigua and Barbuda, and Saint Kitts and Nevis. The theme for that adventure was to travel and eat like the locals. We stayed in a variety of locations, sometimes in the capital, sometimes not. The one thing we never needed was a car; we rode with the locals in 15-passenger vans for $2 a trip, and they took us everywhere people lived.

In Aruba, the public bus system runs on one route only, the main road that follows the southern coast past all the resorts and through the capital, Oranjestad. There is no bus service inland where we stayed, so we had to rent a car to get around. Rental cars are ubiquitous on the island, they’re hard to get, and they’re very expensive. Taxis are ridiculously expensive and there is no ride-share option. Without access to local bus service, Arubans must have their own cars, and this makes for major traffic tie-ups during the morning and afternoon rush hours. One smart thing they’ve done is to forego traffic lights in favour of roundabouts. But the two-lane versions have a curb between lanes, making navigating through them challenging for the first-timer.

While we loved our quiet and secluded oasis in Naïma, it offered no cell service, and the wifi connection and TV were iffy until our hostess, Ana, had a new router installed. Battling the flu for four days, I kept busy with work and the New York Times Sunday Crossword. And since Elva and I are not the resort types, Aruba is not a choice location. But for those wishing to get away from it all in a friendly and welcoming place that features great weather and the modern amenities not offered on many Caribbean islands, Aruba would be a very sound choice.

I give my head a shake sometimes and wonder how I got here. It seems like only yesterday that I was picking bottles out of the ditches in Wellington, gathering enough to buy myself a chocolate bar at the Co-op. It’s been a great ride so far!

 

GREEK ISLANDS – PART 5

We’d expected the weather to be in the mid-teens at this time of year but it’s been 20-22C every day since we arrived, not bad for the beach and just right for hiking and visiting. We found it surprising that the tourist season winds down here at the end of October, with many of the shops and restaurants closing. The locals tell us the season lasts only six months.

We squeezed our butts into a tiny Fiat Panda and began exploring the southwest quarter of the island. While there are a few historical sites to visit, the main attractions are the beaches. Driving south along the coast from Chora, we soon entered resort territory; nice beaches fronted by ugly hotels and resorts, all of them closed for the season. The further south we went, the more deserted the beaches. We took a short walk out to Cape Mikri Vigla and took a selfie to mark the beautiful morning. 

Our destination was Agiassos, a tiny village at the end of the road. The water looked inviting so I went for a dip. Elva and I and a young couple were the only ones there on what would have been an August beach day back home.

The drive north toward the center of the island took us through the richest and flattest farmland we’d seen. Sheep and goats gave way to dairy cows, and I even got the puddle-jumper into sixth gear on a couple of flat straight stretches of road! Turns out about 75% of Naxos is hilly or mountainous, so this was quite a treat. 

After lunch in Chalki with the local after-church crowd, we headed south to the settlement of Kalados, once again the end of the road. We enjoyed great views along the way of Mt. Zas, and had to negotiate dozens of switchbacks before we finally got there. 

As was the case with Agiassos and Panormos, we were greeted by a quiet cove and a beautiful beach and had the place all to ourselves. The local MLA (or whatever they’re called here) must have had quite a bit of pull because Kalados has a first-class harbour with all the fixins, including nice paved walkways and park benches. Several fishing boats were tied up, as well as a two-masted schooner and a boat that gives harbour cruises. The latter two were probably based in Chora but tied up in Kalados for the winter months. The sunny day and the calm water made for a pretty picture, and we sat there for a while taking it all in.

There are 18 marked trails on Naxos and they range from easy to difficult and from 2 to 4 hours walking time. On our second day with the Fiat, we walked #4 from Chalki up to Moni through the Targea Valley past dozens of olive groves and one photogenic donkey. The trail was good most of the way with a few scrambles over loose rock and gravel but the scenery made it worth the effort.

In the small village of Moni, we met a woman who works a loom in her home making high-quality textiles and bought a souvenir from her. Although the trails are marked with small signs, it’s not always clear which way to go at an intersection. We missed one on the way back to Chalki, so just followed the road down into the village. After 8 kilometers, we were ready for a rest. To finish our day of exploration, we took a couple of roads we hadn’t been on before and were treated with more panoramic views.

While the weather’s been great since we arrived in the Cyclades, with only one rainy day to speak of, the temperature dropped slightly during our last few days here. The sky above the Portera is a bit grayer now though it’s still a lot warmer than we expected. 

We took advantage of good hiking conditions to continue exploring the countryside around Chalki. On our way to a nearby village, we came by the Church of Drosiani, one unlike any we’d seen before. A man was sitting by the locked door, so we struck up a conversation with Spiro from the island of Korfu; he was waiting for the priest to come open the door.

The main body of the Church dates from the 12^th-14^th century and is surrounded by three side chapels which meet the main one at angles; one dates from the 6^th century. The frescoes are quite well preserved considering their ages and the Church is considered the oldest in the Balkans and one of the most revered in Greece. Spiro, quite knowledgeable about the Church, gave us the grand tour as the priest didn’t speak any English.

He told us that St. John Chrysostom is one of the most important saints in the Orthodox faith and that the day we were there, November 13, was not only his feast day but also the name of the priest. When we told them both that Elva’s native village is Saint-Chrysostôme, they were taken aback at the coincidence, as were we. Once again, we learned the lesson that pure chance often beats meticulous planning and that taking the path less travelled can often mean everything!

A few closing comments about our Greek adventure:

1. The Cyclades, except for Santorini and Mykonos, offer a unique perspective on Greek culture. The pace of life on the islands is much slower than we’re used to at home and in other places we’ve visited. For that reason, they remind us a bit of the best our island has to offer. People here take the time to socialize with one another; they’re friendly and helpful; many do not lock their doors; police presence is somewhere between discreet and invisible; and we saw no evidence of homelessness.
2. I measure three indicators when I visit a new place: graffiti, garbage, and public transit. Naxos, the island we’re most familiar with, scores well on all three. Graffiti is limited mostly to very recent stuff with the message “Free Gaza”. Garbage can be seen in ditches along roadways but the cleanliness of the villages and Chora demonstrate that residents are proud of where they live and work. And the public bus system is very efficient and reasonably priced.
3. We had no plan for our three weeks on Naxos. I like to just let things happen and discover as I go, rather than plan an itinerary in advance. We stayed there for two reasons: because we’re looking for a quieter experience and because a former travel agent recommended it over the busier Cycladic islands. Turns out there is much more to do and see on Naxos than we imagined: many layers of human history; an excellent trail network for those who like to hike; comfortable fall weather; beautiful villages; numerous beaches; and Chora, the main town, which offers everything the visitor needs.
4. There are no fast-food joints here, only local eateries and cafés, no chain hotels, no chain stores and no malls. And what a difference that makes! Small stores sell dry goods, fresh fish and olive products like they have for generations, and you can still find shoemakers, watchmakers, and small appliance repair shops here.
5. There’s no flat ground on Naxos, and on most of the islands we visited for that matter, and there’s no such thing as a straight or a flat road. Traffic is generally light though and vehicles are careful and polite on the narrow streets and highways.
6. Our hosts, Sofia and Padelis, could not have been more accommodating. Not only is their place very nice, it’s ideally located only a two-minute walk from the main street and waterfront. They helped us with suggestions for places to visit, things to do and places to eat, and left us home-made treats several times. When we do come back, Arco Naxos Apartments will be at the top of our list of places to stay.
7. A final note about our Intrepid sailing experience. No regrets, but would we recommend it? Probably not. At $700 a day for the two of us plus meal expenses, it’s overpriced compared to other, much more comfortable experiences we’ve had in our travels. Yes, it’s a neat way to see the Cyclades, but the living conditions aboard a 56-foot sailboat are not much better than a yurt in Central Asia, a swag in the Australian Outback, or a tent on the Inca Trail.
   
   
   

 

GREEK ISLANDS – PART 4

After riding the public buses for a few days, we rented a car to begin our second week on Naxos and headed north along the west coast to the village of Apollonas. The cost of renting the car was quite reasonable but paying almost $3.50 a liter for gas gave me a bit of a start! Our Ford Fiesta has a five-speed transmission but I never got her out of fourth gear on the twisting, hilly, narrow road. The views of the sea far below were fantastic and we were tempted to visit a couple of the small villages along the coast, but would have needed a 4x4 to get there and back safely.

Apollonas is a small fishing port that was once utilized to export the region’s fine marble. It’s a sleepy place at this time of year as the tourist season is over and most seasonal residents have left. But the beach is very nice and the setting is beautiful. 

We headed along the island’s eastern shore and took a side road to Lionas after bypassing the picturesque village of Koronos. I was interested in seeing what remained of the area’s emery mines, known for their high quality, and exploited since antiquity. As children, Elva and I remember our mothers using emery paper to clean the top of our Kemac kitchen stoves.

The switchback drive down to the seaside village of Lionas was an adventure but the destination was well worth it. We had lunch there, walked around a bit and had a nice conversation with a couple from Koronos, relying on Google Translate to help us communicate. Although emery’s heyday is long past, one can still see mine shafts here and there, and rusted rails that carried the ore cars from mine to roadside. Our last stop of the day was the village of Moutsouna, the port from which emery was shipped after being transported there by an aerial cableway, the remains of which can still be seen, more than 40 years after the mines shut down. Fewer than 100 people live in Moutsouna today. Elva and I sat on a bench in the pretty seaside park watching waves break softly on the pocket beach and had the place all to ourselves.

The second day with our Ford Fiesta didn’t start off very well as the battery died just after we gassed up. Fortunately, the gas pump attendant (yes, they still have those on Naxos!) gave us a boost to get us away from the pumps, and we called the rental company to come bring us another car. The tiny and underpowered Mitsubishi Space Star had seen better days but it got us up and down hills and  everywhere we wanted to go.

We drove east to the small village of Kinidaros, home to several of the island’s marble quarries. Naxos marble is known for its high quality and has been a source of the material for Greek statues and structures since ancient times. The marble consists mostly of transparent calcite crystals, giving it the the appearance of depth. We stopped a few times to take pictures of the quarries high on the mountainsides, and then came upon a building where the stone was being cut. Elva walked up to the door and boldly asked the workman if we could watch. He waved us in and showed us the whole process. The photo shows a large circular saw lubricated by water cutting 1-centimetre-thick sheets from a big block, probably to be used as flooring. It's one thing to view a distant quarry, but to see the finished product being made in front of your eyes made it special!

I’d read about the village of Keramoti and, since it lay only a couple of kilometers out of our way, we headed down the dizzyingly steep road, parked the car in a tiny parking lot and walked into the village that sits precariously atop a knob of rock with nothing but steep ravines on three sides. Only 50 or so people live there year-round but the houses are immaculate and you could eat off the walkways. There is even a reconstructed traditional olive processing plant filled with original equipment. We visited the impressive village church and had a chat with a man who was refinishing the church door.

Cousin Aubrey, four years older than me and far wiser, instilled in me a longing to explore when I was about ten years old. “Exploring” to us meant heading deep into the woods around Wellington and basically trying not to get lost. I’ve loved exploring ever since.

We saw a sign on a sideroad pointing to a place called “Panagia Argokiliotissa”. I’ve only ever liked one poet, Robert Frost, and remembered these lines from his poem, The Road Not Taken: “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” We rounded a curve in the one-lane road and came upon a monstrous church standing on a hill overlooking the sea on a dead-end road in the middle of nowhere. A sign noting that the European Commission had contributed $8.1 million Euros to the site certainly got my attention.

Iconography is central to the Greek Orthodox faith. In this case, an icon of the Virgin Mary (Panagia) attributed to the Evangelist Luke was found in a cave at the site. A couple of churches built there to house the icon still stand. In 1997, construction of the new “temple” began, the largest in the Cyclades. I struck up a conversation with the caretaker who was kind enough to unlock the new unfinished cathedral and let us experience its massive interior. We left there wondering why it was ever built.

Back on the main road, we headed to Apollonas, a village we’d visited the day before, and stopped for lunch at a café that was virtually empty. Others nearby had already closed for the season. Our objective was the Kouros of Apollonas, a 10.7-meter-long unfinished statue weighing an estimated 80 tonnes. Archaeologists estimate it was carved sometime before 500 BC and may have been intended for the Temple of Apollo in Chora. No one knows why it was wasn’t finished. The sheer scale of the thing is hard to appreciate unless an old man, foolish enough to climb onto it, agrees to have his picture taken. Best thing about our visit to the Kouros; not another soul around!

Next on our list was a trip down the island’s southeast coast toward the end of the road, Panormos. The drive along the coast was nice, but nothing we hadn’t seen before. It was a cloudy day when we left Chora but the weather had cleared by the time we reached our destination. Goats and sheep wandered everywhere, including the middle of the road.

We wanted to visit the ruins of the Panormos acropolis, defined as “a citadel or fortified part of an ancient Greek city, typically one built on a hill.” This one was built about 2,500 BC and included stone walls and a fortification that would have sheltered locals in the event of attack. The site is said to be unique in Greece because it marks a significant change in society from small rural communities to a larger urban settlement. The site didn’t offer much to see but the view was impressive.

We walked down through the tiny, mostly deserted, community and made our way to the beach. A local told us that everything was closed until May but that didn’t deter us in the least as the place looked so inviting. A row of palm trees lines the waterfront and a couple of boats were moored at the tiny nearby dock. I couldn’t resist a dip in the crystal-clear turquoise water and, although it was a bit on the cool side, I’m glad I did!

 

GREEK ISLANDS – PART 3

We began the second part of our Greek adventure by sailing from Santorini to Naxos on SeaJet, operator of the fastest ferries in the Aegean. It was a silky-smooth trip, in stark contrast to our nine-day experience on Serendipity. We schlepped our stuff from the ferry dock to our lodgings, Arco Naxos Apartments, where we’ll spend the next three weeks. In all our travels, with the exception of time spent in Florida, we’ve never stayed in one place for more than a week, so this will be a new experience.

Host Padelis was there to greet us and to tell us everything we need to know about Chora town and the island of Naxos. He has been a fixture here for 35 years and seems to know everyone. As for our lodgings, we can honestly say that the apartment is the nicest place we’ve stayed in since we began travelling seriously in 2013. It’s well located, clean, spacious, has all the amenities we need, and it’s decorated with taste. It features a separate bedroom, spacious bathroom, kitchen-dining area, and living room, all of this in a centuries-old building less than a five-minute walk from the seaside promenade.

Naxos is the largest of the Cycladic islands with a land area of 430 square kilometers, roughly 40 kilometers long from north to south and 15 kilometers at its widest point from east to west. It has a population of about 19,000 inhabitants, half of them residents of Chora, the main town. Archaeological evidence suggests that the island was inhabited by our Neanderthal cousins at least 200,000 years ago. Modern humans arrived here by boat about 9,000 years ago as the Greek islands were settled one by one, in much the same way as were the South Pacific and Caribbean islands. One of the oldest structures, the large marble door frame of the Temple of Apollo, was built around 530 BC and is a major Naxos tourist attraction. It's a ten-minute walk from our apartment. Ten minutes in the other direction and we’re on Saint George beach.

Tourism is a major industry on Naxos but the island’s economy is not as dependent on tourists as those of Santorini and Mykonos. To illustrate, one day in the summer of 2024, the Mayor of Santorini declared a “state of emergency” because 17,000 cruise ship passengers were to descend on the town that day. In our short time on Santorini during the shoulder tourist season, we found it too busy there for our liking. Naxos, while stunningly beautiful and popular with tourists, does not need to rely on this sector, thanks to other key industries including livestock farming, cheesemaking, agriculture, and wine-making.

On October 28, 1940, Prime Minister Ioannis Metaxas said no to Italian dictator Benito Mussolini’s ultimatum that Greece allow Axis forces to occupy Greek territory or face war. The story, deeply ingrained in Greek consciousness, is that Metaxas responded with a single word “ohi”, meaning “no.” We watched the main street of Chora fill with what seemed like half the island’s population to watch a parade featuring young people attired in their white and blue school uniforms marching and performing percussion numbers. Everyone was dressed to the nines and it was easy to pick out the tourists; they were the ones that looked slovenly on this important National Holiday. While also a day of remembrance, it’s a joyous occasion here, marking the spirit of Greek resistance to Hitler and his Italian puppet, Mussolini.

We began our fourth full day on Naxos by riding the public bus to the inland village of Chalki, former capital of the island, situated in the Tragea Valley. Next to the bus stop stands the church of Panagia Protothroni, which has been in uninterrupted service since the year 1052 and includes a chapel dating to the sixth century. We were given a tour by the resident priest who was kind enough to answer our many questions about the Greek Orthodox Church. For example, priests are encouraged to marry, and he told us that 95% do so. The photo below shows what we saw just off the main street. How could you not want to explore this alleyway and browse through the shops and pass the time at an outdoor café?

The nearby village of Filoti lies two kilometers from Chalki, so we walked there along the main road. Some say it’s the island’s most beautiful village although we’re sure there are several candidates for the title. The view across the valley with the island’s highest point, Mt. Zeus, in the background is breathtaking. 

We had lunch at a charming café just off the main square and found our way back to Chalki along a well-marked path. In the middle of an old olive grove, we came across this little church, 1,000 years old according to the interpretive panel. 

Every time I see one of these in my European travels, it makes me regret what happened to the church where Elva and I got married fifty years ago, Saint-Philippe-et-Saint-Jacques. It should never have been demolished. This 1,000-year-old church may be abandoned and decaying but it’s charming in its simplicity. It stands proud and defiant and will be remain where it is for many years, long after I'm gone. People here will give it the respect it deserves and honour those who came before and worked so hard to build and maintain it for all the years it served. And, who knows, someday a wealthy descendant of a family who lived in the valley many centuries ago may decide to restore it to its former glory.

Our next bus trip took us to the village of Apeiranthos, about 10 kilometers beyond Filoti, on the east side of the island’s highest point, Mt. Zas (Zeus). We started by taking a stroll through the main pedestrian street, another charming walkway lined by homes, boutiques, cafés, and restaurants. The locals were taking in the warm fall day; older ladies walked to the church while the men shared a coffee and a smoke, and everyone seemed so contented. People on Naxos are much friendlier than those on Santorini. They seem to enjoy the more relaxed pace, and who can blame them? They probably don’t realize it but, to us, they’re living in a sort of paradise.

To work up an appetite, we followed a couple of the trails that led out of the village. One took us to a cemetery with a view of the ocean to the island’s east and of several nearby islands, including Amorgos and Koufounisi. The cemetery itself is pristine and all the graves are white marble. It looked like it had been swept every day, it was that clean. We enjoyed lunch with a mother and daughter visiting from California. The daughter was spending her last semester from a US college studying in Athens. It was another relaxing day with a mix of physical activity, a bit of culture, and a lot of relaxation.

Elva and I are cyclists, not hikers. But Red Green taught me the man's prayer and I recite it often on the trail: "I'm a man, but I can change, if I have to, I guess." Naxos is a favoured destination for those who enjoy hiking. Trails are clearly marked and take you through some amazing places away from the traffic of the paved roads, along donkey trails and farm lanes, and there is much built history to see along the way. As we near the end of week one on Naxos, we’ve found the perfect fall activity and the weather has been great so far.

On the last day of our first week, we rode the bus to the village of Sagri. There isn’t much to see there but it’s the best place to access a trail we wanted to try out. We headed south from Sagri toward the Temple of Demeter, situated on a small hill surrounded by rich pasture and cropland. The Temple was built around 530 BC (making it a century older than the Parthenon of Athens) from Naxian marble to honour the Greek goddess of agriculture, harvest and fertility. Christians built a basilica nearby in the 6^th century AD. The Temple was restored to its current state in the 1990s. We were surprised that it is not classified as a UNESCO World Heritage Site given its condition and its historical importance. The walk back to Sagri took us past several Orthodox churches and I remembered what the priest from Chalki told us about their orientation: the alters of all of them face east, toward the rising sun.

 

GREEK ISLANDS – PART 2

We began the second week of our Greek adventure by sailing from Naxos to Mykonos, with the mandatory swim stop along the way. It being a cloudy day, no one was brave enough to test the water. Skipper Jiorgos had caught several nice bream while spear fishing on Koufounisi and treated us to an amazingly tasty fish soup using a recipe of his own making.

Mykonos is a high-end tourist destination much like Santorini. For the average traveller, that has its good and bad points. A walk through the narrow streets is enchanting, with a surprise around every corner, but coffee and tea cost us $14.50! We finished our evening with a lovely group meal at a fancy restaurant worth every Euro.

A typical day on board Serendipity begins with breakfast in the lounge, a small but cozy area amidships that includes a well-equipped galley. The group buys its own food for breakfast and lunch though some passengers choose to buy breakfast at a local bakery. We usually leave port around 9:00 and sail for five or six hours, arriving at our next port of call mid to late afternoon. That gives us enough time to explore the local town on foot and head out to dinner in a local restaurant. Time spent on the water is quite relaxing whether we’re under sail or being propelled by the boat’s 160-hp diesel engine. One learns to just do nothing, something we should all do more often.

Our cabin, billed as a double, is about the size of a small bathroom with a bed narrower than a double. Head room above the bed is no more than 2 feet. The bathroom is about the size of one on a small regional jet and you shower in it using a pull-out sprinkler from the sink. Best to remember to remove everything before you take a shower as there’s nothing worse than wet underwear or wet toilet paper. And, oh yes, before I forget, no toilet paper in the toilet! It has to go in the waste basket, something I still have a hard thing getting used to. For comfort, while it rates above a Central Asian yurt, a swag in the Australian Outback, and some of the places we’ve stayed in Central America and Bolivia, it’s pretty basic.

Day 6 of our journey began with a steady rain that seeped through one of our cabin windows and dripped onto my legs. While far from a deluge, it was enough to wake me up to retrieve a bowl from the galley to catch the worst of it. We woke a few hours later to find that a whole shelf was soaked and some of our things with it, of course. When we docked at the village of Finikas on the island of Syros, a man was waiting for us with a gasket to fix the leaky window and skipper Jiorgos soon arrived with a fan to dry things off. No muss. No fuss. We couldn’t have asked for better service.

This next tale is one right out of Ripley’s Believe It or Not! The couple in our neighbouring cabin noticed a fishy smell one morning and lifted their mattress to find a sardine under it. Two evenings previous, we’d watched fascinated as a group of men fished for sardines with a net cast right off the dock. They used a light to attract the fish and herded them into it with a small boat. Sardines were jumping everywhere and, we guess, one must have been attracted to the cabin light and jumped through our neighbour’s open window. It’s things like these you remember, and they help explain why we like travelling with Intrepid. Expect the unexpected, deal with the problem and just move on…

We made the best of a rainy afternoon in Foinikas and spent part of it in a lovely bakery/café. I keep wondering why the bakery/café model isn’t more popular where we come from. Supermarkets here don’t even try to compete with local bakeries because folks insist on fresh and a nice place to have a coffee or tea. People here know something we don’t. And to top it off, coffee and tea cost $4.50 in Foinikas, less than a third the Mykonos price. That evening, we had a local family prepare a delicious dinner for us and left there with full bellies. Greek food has been amazing!

We took full advantage of our day on Syros, taking the bus into the main town, Ermoupoli, in the morning. Along the way, we saw olive orchards, vineyards and greenhouses, this island being far greener than others we’ve seen thus far. It started raining not long after we arrived, so we had to find something to do indoors. After hanging out in a local café for awhile, we visited the Greek Orthodox Church of Saint Nicholas and the nearby Apollo Theatre. The Theatre, built in the 1860s, operated until the end of World War II when it closed and was later declared unsafe. Restoration began in the 90s and was completed in 2000. We watched from the upper balcony as three musicians (piano, flute and violin) rehearsed for a music festival taking place there this week. We spent a relaxing hour or so there, just listening to the beautiful music and taking in the classic surroundings.

Next on my list was a climb up to the Catholic Cathedral of Saint George, perched on the highest point of land in Ermoupoli. It was still raining when we started the hike up. At the top, the humidity was oppressive, but the climb was worth it, as they always are. The Cathedral is built atop smaller chapels and churches, the first one dating from the Byzantine era in the eighth or ninth century. Ermoupoli, population 15,000, is the administrative capital of the Cyclades and boasts a sizable shipyard. It is a very busy place, even in this, the low tourist season. The wet marble alleyways sparkled, making for a pleasant wander around the old part of town before we rode the bus back to our marina.

The sun was strong and the sea calm as we left Foinikas headed for Paros. After a swim stop, we docked at the main town called Parikia, which has a charming harbour framed by two very nice beaches. We strolled through the typical labyrinth of narrow streets framed with orange and pomegranate trees and made our way to the town’s main attraction, the Panagia Ekatontapiliani, or “church of one hundred doors”. It is said that its oldest features date back to the fourth century AD. We came back after sunset to see the oldest part of the existing structure under the lights. Before that, we watched the sun set over a traditional Cycladian windmill. Not a bad way to end our day.

Jiorgos told us to expect bad weather between Paros and Ios, but even he had no idea what lay in store on our second-last day aboard Serendipity. What started out as gentle rain got progressively worse as we spotted the black skies on the horizon. The wind freshened and we heard a few claps of distant thunder. Just as we thought we were through the worst of it, the shit hit the fan.

Four of us, including Elva and I, stayed in the cockpit to watch the spectacle unfold. Lightning bolts hit very close to us and were followed almost instantaneously by loud claps of thunder. The boat rocked and heaved and the awning over our heads began to leak under the force of the wind and rain. My earworm through the whole ordeal was the theme from Gilligan’s Island; it kept playing in my head over and over again. As the storm peaked, Jiorgos ordered the four of us belowdecks as he tried to keep the boat going in a straight line. The first video was taken by Claire before we were sent belowdecks.

The peak gust hit 66 knots, equal to 122 km/hr, Beaufort 12, a wind speed that would result in a hurricane warning. The short video below was taken by our skipper.

Upon reaching Ios, I got down on my knees and symbolically kissed the dock. To be honest, I loved the feeling of being in such a violent storm. It made me feel alive! To get our land legs back, Elva and I hiked the 3-kilometer trail out to the lighthouse that guards the entrance to the main harbour on Ios. It was a great way to finish another exciting day. Along the way, we got a good look at the private island being developed into a Greek billionaire's estate.

We left Ios early on the morning of our last day, headed back to the island of Santorini where we docked at Oia, said goodbye to our companions, took a taxi to Firostefani, and walked to our nearby hotel, the Ellinon Thea. Both of us welcomed a real bed and our first real shower in ten days. It being my 72^nd birthday, we had a nice meal at a nearby restaurant, where we shared a table with a nice couple from Red Deer, Beth and Joe Benoit.

The Cyclades make for a wonderful trip but one that’s not simple to organize. Those calling at one of the islands on a cruise ship, especially a busy one like Santorini, have to plan their day carefully and in advance. The two other options are to island-hop by ferry or to do it like we did on a small boat with a knowledgeable skipper. We considered the first but decided against it simply because of the logistics: ferry schedules, transport from port to hotel and back, and packing and unpacking. This way, we saw just enough of each island to give us a taste and, with Jiorgos’ help, experienced the best each had to offer. Elva might have been a might cold on a few of the rainier days, but she dressed for the weather, stopped taking Gravol after the first two days, and didn’t get seasick!