Our tap at the door did not come at 5:15am. A loud sliding thuddy sound was outside our door. It couldn’t be the watchman.No,we had an elephant wake up call. Mother and baby elephant we’re moving across the patio. We watched with mouths open. I realized a bedside light was on and jumped to turn it off so the elephants didn’t want to join us in the bedroom- just a screen door between us. Two gray behemoths in the gray morning light pulled leaves with their trunks and stuffed them into their mouths before heading down the bank to the river holes.
We dressed and opened the door to the equatorial dawn, Andrew said we can make it to the lobby/restaurant/viewing deck.I just clapped for our escort as we were instructed to do, especially after yesterday’s encounter near the hut.
We had only been delivered to the Leopard hut, the last hut on the western edge of the 10 huts,most were built with tree trunk stilts,when the assistant manager Wilson rushed back, Trish, there is an elephant now come look. Oops, he grabbed my arm and pulled me close to the patio of the Lion hut next door.The elephant,a tussles female came around the other side of the Lion hut patio. We quickly withdrew into the front door of our hut with Wilson as the Nagy elephant “mock charged” us.
I was certain I would wait for an escort. He came in his oversized night jacket apologizing for the late wake up call as there was a herd of elephants around the path to our hut. We saw them,we told him.
We walked halfway to the lobby when the escort grabbed my arm and ran towards a hut with stilts. I had no idea was I was running but just raced along,hoping Andrew was behind us. We crouched under the hut, Andrew says he barely made it but I was looking for what we were running from and saw a gray thick leg, elephant!
We came out from under the hut and walked along the bank to the lobby. Heart racing, I calmly sat down to yogurt, fruit and bra flakes.
Saturday, September 14, 2019
Sunday, September 1, 2019
I have left the lake earlier this year to go on an adventure with Andrew. Our trip began with a drive to Nashville for a friend's wedding. Drew and Meg are here with us in East Nashville, where the hot streets are lined with adorable craftsman homes. Being together, the 4 of us, is comforting--drawing me back to the days when the kids were in school with their schedules being the rhythm of our lives. This neighboring house expresses the same comfort I feel in my heart. Home is where your heart is.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Sign,Sign Everywhere a Sign
Stating the obvious. |
These signs are not often heeded. Watch your step.
Is deep water like hot water? |
Malta advertisement in a Swiss train station. |
ENVIRONMENTALLY SENSITIVE SIGNS
Signs from Turkey
Signs from Greece
Sign over a waterside bar. |
Another bar sign. |
Our favorite sign from Gozo
It did say right, right? |
The Maltese Cross |
Friday, June 27, 2014
Hiking Samaria Gorge, Crete
Hania, Crete with mountains with gorges in the background. |
We traveled 3 hours west from Iraklion in a comfortable bus to reach the seaside town of
Hania. We roamed around this quaint Mediterranean town taking in the narrow
pedestrian streets, the ruins of the fort above it and the waterside quay under
overcast skies with spits of rain. We ended the evening drinking Alpha beer at a
seaside table, reading, and watching the wind swept waves crash on the breakwater
6 feet below us.
Walking along the sea in Hania. |
Pre-hike dinner. |
Our main reason for going to Hania, was to hike 16km down
the Samaria Gorge. The
area was recognized as a Greek National Park in 1962. The Kri-Kri goat, and 450
species of flora and fauna inhabit this area. Seventy species are found only
here so the area is also recognized as a World Biosphere Reserve. The gorge was created by a water cutting
through the marble, limestone and dolomite rocks between the White Mountains,
the largest mountain range in Crete. The altitude at the north end of the gorge at
Omalos is 4,100 ft. We hiked the gorge from north to south with most of our
steps losing elevation as we headed towards the Libyan Sea and Agia (beach)
Roumeli.
The Yosemite of Crete. |
To reach the trailhead
at Omalos, we left the hotel a little after 6:00am and walked the half mile to the
bus station via a bakery, bought bus tickets and caught the full 7:45am bus to
Samaria Gorge National Park. Most of the
drive, the bus climbed steep switchbacks straddling the road on the curves. We paid our 5 Euros trekking fee and asked for a map. We were
told there is only one trail so no map. So, we headed down. At times,
we were walking in a queue, at other times there was no one in sight. At times we were walking down steps, at other
times over the river bedrock.
Andrew on the trail. |
There were a few springs to refill water bottles
and a few water closets along the trail. We passed 3 park rangers and 2 donkeys
that act as ambulances with hiker injuries. What we passed in
abundance were small fire station huts and about every 50 feet large red boxes
that contained fire extinguishers. We
saw no evidence of past fires but as in peak season over 3000 hikers could be
on the trail, a fire could be catastrophic in the narrow gorge.
The oddest flower--Uncle Albert has one growing at his cottage in Michigan. |
Twisted trees along the trail. |
Refreshing fall of water. |
Taking in the grand view. |
The temperatures were crisp at the start of the walk. Andrew
did not bring a jacket on our 3 week Greek escapade, so he wore two of his
short sleeve shirts. I had my scarf and windbreaker on for the first third of
the hike. We carried 2 wine bottle size waters, cheese and bread, fruit and our
large two inch high raspberry almond muffins from the bakery. The hike began
with tall Cretan pines that allowed only peeking views of Mt. Volakias, the
highest peak at 6,942 ft. We were delighted to be among trees as they are a
rarity in Malta. We trodded down from
the pine forest to the river gorge. Initially the river ran dry, not unlike our
San Diego stream beds, then we heard water running and were
walking along its banks. The water disappeared underground, only to
reappear again at the ghost town of Samaria Village. The people of the town were relocated when
the gorge became a national park. The park is not open in the winter with the snow melt and
rains, the river flows high making it impassable. This year the
gorge opened a few weeks early in late April, usually it opens the beginning of
May.
The trail turns to river bed rock and the gorge begins to narrow. |
Narrows a bit more. |
About at the narrowest spot. |
We were on the trail for 5 hours, stopping to snack and take
pictures along the way. We crossed the
river often on crudely made log ladders.
We passed through the narrow (10 feet wide) portion of the gorge looking
straight up the dolomite cliffs that are stained with dark color of iron bands.
The dark bands were created billions of years ago by stromatoliths, small
organisms who utilize dissolved iron oxide and release oxygen. The accumulation of this oxygen byproduct
played a key role in creating oxygen in our current atmosphere.
A quiet spot along the trail. |
We continued down to
the black sand beach (another 3 km-downhill), buying our ferry ticket back to Hora Scolia as we passed
through the small town. The belly
whomping black sand beach was a welcoming site as we were sticky and sweaty as the lower trail consisted of rocky river bed without tree
cover, exposing us to the midday sun. We changed into bathing suits on the
beach as did all of our fellow hikers and went into the Jacuzzi like surf of
turquoise waters.
Agia Roumeli. |
Hundreds of us
trudged on to the ferry at 5:15pm. It took an hour to reach Hora Scolia, where
we paid to return on the public bus. It was then that we saw over 10 tour
company buses and realized how the majority of the folks had found the
trailhead. We returned to Hania after 8:30pm.
We sorely walked to our hotel and collapsed into bed after a much needed
warm shower. We ate whatever we had left in our hotel frig (not much) and fell
fast asleep with the satisfaction of physical exertion and exhaustion. In the one
day, we had traveled from the north to the south coast of Crete and back again. It led to a night of sound slumber. Ahh.
Ferry boat approaching. |
Southern shore of Crete. |
Monday, June 23, 2014
Greek Beach Bagging
Beach bagging may not be a sport…yet. But, it is one of our favorite hobbies.
Gialos Beach, Ios. |
It all
started on our honeymoon in Maui and Kauai decades ago, we made a safari out of
visiting different beaches. Since then, when we have traveled to lands that
interface with water, we go beach bagging.
Like wine, we savor a beach’s characteristics-cobble, pebble or sand;
white, golden or black color; belly whomping (steep drop off), lapping (shallow
waters) or dangerous rips; shell, rock or seaglass collecting potential; coral,
rock or sponge bottom substrate and the potential viewing of sunsets. The
beaches are compared and favorites chosen. Drew and Meg were indoctrinated into
our beach bagging ways twelve years ago, when we spent a few months on the
island of St. Lucia and traveled around the Grenadines. Last year in Grenada, I even made a map of the trails
and beaches that we “bagged” on the southern tip of the island.
Just a 30 minute hike from our hotel to Tzamaria Beach, Ios. |
Andrew on the rocks of Tzamaria Beach, Ios. |
Clear, clear water (but a bit nippy-short swims.) |
While on the Greek islands of Ios (3 days then we returned for 3 more days) and Naxos (3 days), we naturally spent
our days bagging beaches. On Ios, we’d
rent a car and hit 3 beaches each day.
We also kayaked to one small beach. In Naxos, we walked an hour down one
long strand and rode a bike to another lonely strand. The Aegean water under
the surface was extremely clear, giving it amazing teal blue colors. But, the
substrate was mainly rock with little biota; only a few fish and very little
sea grass.
Goat leading us to Manganari Beach, Ios. |
Scouting out Manganari Beach, Ios. |
Underwater shot of the near shore island we swam around in Manganari Beach, Ios. |
Psathi Beach, Ios. |
Resting from a tough day of beach bagging, Psathi Beach, Ios. |
Psathi Beach, Ios approach from the road. |
Aqia Theodoti, Ios, great for beachcombing smooth white rocks. |
Kayaking to Kolitzani Beach, Ios. |
Beaching the kayak on Kolitzani Beach, Ios. |
Swimming at Kolitzani Beach, Ios. |
Taking a goat trail down to Tris Klisies Beach, Ios. |
Warming up on the rocks at Tris Klisies Beach, Ios. |
Kalamos Beach, Ios. |
An 18 inch sea breem fish oddly in shallow waters at Kalamos Beach, Ios. |
The crowds at Kalamos Beach, Ios on Father's Day 2014. |
You may find all these photos look similar-GOREGEOUS. Yet, to
the eye of an experienced beach bagger, subtle differences are quite
apparent.
Plaka Beach, Naxos. |
Plaka Beach, Naxos. |
Plaka Beach, Naxos. |
Agia Anna, Naxos with the full moon rising above Mt. Zeus. |
On the way to Cape Mikri Vigla, Naxos. |
Glyfada Beach, Naxos. |
Cape Mikri Vigla viewed from Glyfada Beach, Naxos (Paros in the background.) |
Gorgeous water at Glyfada Beach, Naxos. |
An island beach can take my
cares away, warm my skin and refresh my body.
Beach Connoisseurs. |
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