".....Take
to the highway won't you lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same, child
Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I've been...."
May has now come to an end and what a full on month we have had! 2 lots of visitors, several nights of gigs each week and a series of beautiful walks in the countryside surrounding San Stefanos, organised by our friends and neighbours Keith and Sue.
Keith (big Keith) and Sue Stanton, who are living in San Stefanos all year round, work during the summer season for San Stefanos Travel and take groups of tourists on organised walks. We were invited to be guinea pigs for a couple of new walks. The first one was from San Stef via Avilotes, Peroulades, Cape Drasis, Canal d’amour and finally our destination was Sidari to get the ferry home! About 8k or 5 hours, with pit stops for cake, beer, a lunch and more beer.
When we reached the outskirts of Avilotes, we decided to climb the steep hill to the church overlooking the village and the impressive views towards Sidari and the coast line.
We had our 1st stop in a cake shop in the village, with coffees and cakes consumed we moved on again, off the beaten track and main roads towards the village of Peroulades, again through olive groves and beautiful farming landscape. We had a great lunch here in Yannis Taverna,
We saw many familiar faces of local people who we have come to know over the years, hundreds of white plastic chairs filled the school yard
and the whole community joined in with the
festivities; the dancing and music were
fantastic , an event not to be missed.
to watch the fishing boats and to soak up the atmosphere. The 2 Keith’s decided to jog it whilst the girls strolled in their Sunday best.
It was apparent that all the men in the village also “went to church” on Sunday, some tinkering with their boats, some drinking coffee or tsipereo, swapping stories and also buying some of the local catch as it was brought ashore on the boats that seemed to turn up every 10 minutes.
More walking blogs to follow......
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same, child
Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I've been...."
May has now come to an end and what a full on month we have had! 2 lots of visitors, several nights of gigs each week and a series of beautiful walks in the countryside surrounding San Stefanos, organised by our friends and neighbours Keith and Sue.
Keith (big Keith) and Sue Stanton, who are living in San Stefanos all year round, work during the summer season for San Stefanos Travel and take groups of tourists on organised walks. We were invited to be guinea pigs for a couple of new walks. The first one was from San Stef via Avilotes, Peroulades, Cape Drasis, Canal d’amour and finally our destination was Sidari to get the ferry home! About 8k or 5 hours, with pit stops for cake, beer, a lunch and more beer.
We started the walk in San Stef at 10.30am with a small posse
of holiday makers who had decided to try the inaugural walk and our friends Kathryn
(Pepsi) and Shirley, who were staying with us to have a complete chill out week. Little did they know we had several epic
walks planned for them. They had to go
and buy a pair of walking sandals each. Unfortunately Sue couldn’t make it as
she had damaged her foot from our series of beach jogging and aerobics but we
promised lots of photos of the adventure.
We walked through the olive groves up the hills towards Avilotes
grateful for the shade provided by the tree
cover.
When we reached the outskirts of Avilotes, we decided to climb the steep hill to the church overlooking the village and the impressive views towards Sidari and the coast line.
We had our 1st stop in a cake shop in the village, with coffees and cakes consumed we moved on again, off the beaten track and main roads towards the village of Peroulades, again through olive groves and beautiful farming landscape. We had a great lunch here in Yannis Taverna,
where we consumed souvolaki , salads, beer, local pies and very local wine,
whilst the locals played backgammon.
The old village of Peroulades is steeped in History , so “Big”
Keith (our tour guide) told us some of the history of this fascinating village
as we made our way to the breathtakingly beautiful CapeDrasis.
We were walking on old trails and footpaths that hadn’t been
used for some time and the Mayor of the area had been informed we were doing
this walk, so the previous day he had arranged for the paths to be strimmed
of all the undergrowth.
Even so it was quite a treck along the cliffs and valleys that are just not accessible any other way but on foot.
We arrived at Canal d ‘Amour on the outskirts of Sidari for a well-earned Beer before walking the length of the beach just in time to get the 4pm Ferry back to base.
Even so it was quite a treck along the cliffs and valleys that are just not accessible any other way but on foot.
We arrived at Canal d ‘Amour on the outskirts of Sidari for a well-earned Beer before walking the length of the beach just in time to get the 4pm Ferry back to base.
Arillas festival
In the same week a festival was taking place in the nearby village of Arillas, again an organised walk was planned by ‘Big Keith’ for the usual suspects. It was a great little festival in a packed school yard with a live band, a BBQ and of course a beer stall.
In the same week a festival was taking place in the nearby village of Arillas, again an organised walk was planned by ‘Big Keith’ for the usual suspects. It was a great little festival in a packed school yard with a live band, a BBQ and of course a beer stall.
We saw many familiar faces of local people who we have come to know over the years, hundreds of white plastic chairs filled the school yard
Sunday Stroll to the
‘church’
On the Sunday a walk to “church” was suggested, which translated into walking down to the harbour to the cantina for a coffee,
On the Sunday a walk to “church” was suggested, which translated into walking down to the harbour to the cantina for a coffee,
to watch the fishing boats and to soak up the atmosphere. The 2 Keith’s decided to jog it whilst the girls strolled in their Sunday best.
It was apparent that all the men in the village also “went to church” on Sunday, some tinkering with their boats, some drinking coffee or tsipereo, swapping stories and also buying some of the local catch as it was brought ashore on the boats that seemed to turn up every 10 minutes.
More walking blogs to follow......
".....I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool
To want to pass that way again
But I could feel it
On a country road....."
To want to pass that way again
But I could feel it
On a country road....."
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