Taking It Home

Every holiday comes to an end

Farewell 

With cousin Captain Kyriakos

The last night

At a local café 

Lots of Alpha beer and too much local red wine

It was a noisy party but the table next door were english and used to rowdy 'tourists'.  Lots of fun and laughter

They'll be back

Next Morning .....

 

Liquid Gold

The girls had a few problems firstly because of the weather and then that infuriating

' Greek time '

An early morning appointment became a late afternoon visit and even then we had to wait till the farmers finally started bringing in their days harvest, late afternoon . 

 5 oclock became 6 oclock and half an hour for pressing became another hour.

But all those ducks finally got thrust in a line and next day the girls picked up 4 5-kilo containers of this year's harvest

Extra fresh

Extra Virgin

That's 40 kilos of Poros olive oil

they're taking it by boat and Uber, train and plane......

Hopefully all the way back home to New Zealand

Walking UP the gangplank

Seems like Danelle is doing all the heavy lifting

And what happened next is another long story.

At Athens airport it was specially packed and off they flew to Istanbul.

Hate to say this, but those darn Turks put a spanner in the works.  Turkish Airlines refused to allow the oil, specially packed in wooden boxes,  onto their plane.  Luckily we're talking about 2 enterprising kiwi lasses here.  They managed to get some into their luggage and finally home.  

Julie accomplished what she wanted.

Got to see the oil press in operation

And sample the produce

Good luck with the next stage of your new venture

Meanwhile

 back on the farm

 it was calf  castrating time

Look at the state of that girl!