Daily life on a greek island through the eyes of a local-alien, still 'foreign' even after 40 years residence. This 'foreigner' is a local-KIWI-alien so there is a New Zealand flavour to my writing. Photo above is the tranquil view from Pukehina Beach, Bay of Plenty, New Zealand.
Wednesday, 30 May 2018
Our Local that Was
Summer of '17 As it was Our local beach and bay at Vagionia Bay
Coffee, wine, ouzo or just a cool swim
Poseidon on beach duty
There was always someone to clean the beach.... and the sea
after a northerly gale
Or just a book ...
And a glass of wine
Observing the wild life ...
close up and personal
Greek island paradise?
Summer of '18
Rules and regulations Lack of local 'authority' Laws laid down by the Ministry of Archeology have turned the beach into this
A dusty expanse. No shade.
No cool drinks
Plastic bags and old shoes on the beach
The sea full of debris
This little beach is located right below the ancient temple dedicated to the god of the sea, mighty Poseidon. It must have been a safe harbour 4,000 years ago and there was probably a thriving settlement all the way up to the temple. Nothing to show now and all that remains of the temple, the ancient market place and healing centre are a few lumps of marble and pieces of broken columns.
You cannot build in some areas or even dig a hole although there are older houses at various places going up the hill. The canteen was moved from the left side of the access road to the right last year , a space of about 10 metres, to comply with regulations. Ridiculous? Of course.
The archeological ministry is not excavating in this area, nor is it likely to, but forbids any digging in the ground by anyone. Those that own land in this forbidden zone can do nothing with their land except pick their olives.
This why, to comply, the canteen was portable and moveable.
The owner of a small holiday home complained about the noise from the canteen which was now in front of his shack, which he used for a couple of weeks every summer. He took them to court for blocking his view of the sea.
The council announced that at a ridiculously high rent a licence would be issued to put and rent sunbeds along the beach. No-one bothered to bid on the option. Without the canteen there is no profit.
The ineffectual council, the house owner and the archeological dept. have managed to close down one of the island's most profitable and popular tourist beaches. This on an island that lives off tourism.
I write. I create. I observe and record my life, after 40 years, in Greece. I love to create either with my handy craft, cooking or writing. Freeform always. Keep it simple, keep the interest, make it useful. I write about my garden sometimes, my grandchildren and the different culture and traditions. My New Zealand up bringing was so different from this way of life that I do truly feel like an alien at times. Greece is home but so is my kiwi 'homeland'. I am a citizen of both and an alien in both.