Dumb and Dumbo-dog

Nothing of any interest from Kamini can eclipse how Greece has grabbed the global headlines in terms of news. Endless months weeks and finally hours of nail-biting negations, suits armed with documents, treaties, testaments, evaluations, re-negotiations j-setting it across the condiment and …. yawn!! but historically important dialog amongst the powers that be. Our delegation featured above kinda sum up the thoughts about the whole scenario in our village…

Nothing to see here, no significant news, scandal, gossip or riveting insider information, and so essentially all is quiet on the Western Hydra front. Just the way we like it.

The rest of the world can keep it’s jolly old self to itself. Another Bush running for President !! Yay.

More melting ice on the poles, Hooray. Loads of decapitations from enthusiastic religious types, awesome.

Some more Ying-tongs can get a stiffy because they spent oodles on a rhino horn. or can adorn their dining area with an almost extinct elephant tusk, whoopee, or perhaps news of Danish dolphin battering. Oh and then get “real world” started on economy…… politics….. worship related cartoons…. gosh and skin colour;  what a superb reason to kill and riot, and the difference it will make!!!!

Yawn!!! no words can do

Sorry, no can do, weez just simple folk trying to live simple lives. So instead we share with y’all our boring auld sunset scene, devoid of international Rhubarb… Slainte!

Shiny new coat— Hip Hip Xara !!

If you see this little girl wandering the streets of Kamini, she is not lost, merely an escape artist investigating her new home… Kamini Valley. Back in March she was on the brink, poor thing of sweet disposition could barely wag her tail as she underwent her first medical at the vets. An emaciated stray who had an incident with a car a couple of years back (we reckon she is about four) and as a result looks like her nose is permanently out of joint. Well it is not, in fact the latest addition to our family has slotted right in. Intelligent, keen to please, happy, clean, self  house trained, and only took two days to win Belle’s heart over (whose nose was out of joint for the first 48 hours at the enthusiastic bouncy new arrival). She was introduced to us as Joy, but being Greek we figured Xara was more appropriate, but her nickname has become Funny-Face.

One way ticket?? —March 2015

Who could not take pity, 1st Vet visit

We have of late received many emails from first time visitors about our beautiful island but that a sick kitty was spied, which spoiled their stay, and therefor jumped to the conclusion that the Hydriote residents should do something for the animals. Not so, there are, and have been for decades a dedicated group of people, Local and Foreign, who do an enormous amount of work for our four legged island community. Winter in Summer out, feeding colonies of cats, bringing vets to the island, attending medical issues. So please before you write and complain have a look at what www.hydraark.org animal charity does for the island. Nobody or organisation can fix all ailments but they do their best. Perhaps it may motivate you to help too.

Ke Xara Xara… whatever!!( & Belle) Xara actually sits down to dine

Laid-back June 2015 (how many dogs lie down to eat I ask you?)

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 →