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

Motley or What?

The E-Team (as in Ex Pat), circa 1985, finally found in the dusty archives of our apotheki The team has at least nine nations in it (not including Pan who started playing for both sides when we were down by two digits). Spot then junior usual suspects Steffie far left hiding behind Lennie. Blake our mascot (Teresa Seabrook’s four year old son) just to the right of the match ball (propped up by a single malt beverage). Photo definitely taken before the game began as the lack of bloody appendages will attest. (see below, An ‘Almost’ Perfect Game)