Not photo-shopped leap for un-joy

Not all first time visitors to our enchanting little harbor are as enamored with it’s quaintness as everybody else is. While every sunset is like a snowflake or fingerprint in individuality and we love them all, we have the additional perk of live theatre.

The introduction of a new inhabitant for instance.
Naturally curious innocent villagers were there to greet the new arrival.
The fresh addition however was not too pleased to see bystanding “‘paparazzi” and decided he would give them a piece of his mind…literally.
In fact our newest resident displayed amazing limber leaping before setting charge upon the welcoming committee… Who not surprisingly fled for their lives.
We love our office at sundown, never boring—– and then some!!!

Welcome to Kamini, Mon

Bugger Off

“You lookin at me???”

Boring. They escaped. I’m outta here.

Unofficial Kamini Property inspector: Okay, I’ll take your word for it about the inside.

Living on the island one becomes accustomed to being followed by the odd hopeful  homeless kitty, or hounded by an optimistic stray street dog  looking for a meal and couch to park upon. It is however odd to pick up a goat as a walking companion, who only wanted to come and inspect our terrace and have a curious poke around before leaving of its own accord. Continue reading →

Complete with a beautiful adjacent stone walkway

You’ve got to hand it to them, our local builders and stone masons are masters of their craft. A skill passed on through generations, ney centuries, to match any. A few weeks ago this near complete channel was an eroding gully which spewed stone and mud into the Kamini harbour with every heavy rainfall.

Nearly Done! without much noisy interference.

A year from now it will look like it has been there ‘forever’ not some ugly concrete ‘quick-fix’. Sometimes progress is best introduced with talent from the past. An asset to our valley, aesthetically and practically.

Bravo boys, thank you from us denizens of the village.

What Tourists Don’t See (boat sinking)

These photos of our stormy winters past must be fairly rare, given that the only way they exist was if one had a camera in hand at the time, with film, that then somehow made it to a developing lab. These days I can only imagine how many snaps would flood cyper-space in seconds at the sight of boats sinking, donkeys being swept into the harbour, not to mention the piles of flotsam and mud washed down the ‘rivers’ of our cobbled streets.

A wonderful excuse to be marooned for hours  in our “local” Liako with the usual suspects, playing cards, tavli (backgammon), charades, or simply slightly inebriated silly-buggers until the waters subsided.

“River” residue

Mud, Snow, High Seas, no outdoor service