Daily life on a greek island through the eyes of a local-alien, still 'foreign' even after more than 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.
We helped a friend empty a house in the back streets of Poros
Look at this narrow lane
The little truck had to back about 100 metres along the narrow lane.
The driver didn't stop, hardly even looked back. He's backed up here quite a few times before
As usual google has managed to put half of these photos in the wrong place
Unloading at the other end. It was flat here and the table and couch only had to be carried a few metres
Two chairs on the quay waiting to be carried onto the car ferry and across to Galatas. The people who owned the house have sold it and gone back to Blighty. The remaining furniture and odds and sods were distributed among mainly the foreign 'locals' for a donation to those who look after the stray dogs
It really is just a little truck. One of the smallest on the island that can negotiate these narrow back streets bringing supplies to the shops and carrying people's possessions door to door. It would all have been done by donkey a few years ago
Athletic grandaughter brings down one of the armchairs
This flight of steps is the last stage. First of all everything had to be maneuvered down another very narrow and steep flight of steps and do a sharp turn through a very narrow track between the neighbouring houses. I don't know how all the big furniture was carried up there. The space was so tight and the steps so narrow. I would have bought a load of flat packs, though you'd still need to haul up mattresses, plus your white appliances
Down comes a big two seater couch, one which turns into a double bed.
That couch has made it down the tight house steps and along the lane. Angling it round that corner took a lot of effort and a bit of strategy.
The table was heavy wood and weighed a ton.
There was a lot of groaning and sweating going on
J on the left organised the clearing, cleaning and removal of all the household goods.
She ran the auction and made sure everyone got what they wanted without complaints or disputes. She also does long hours of hands on work with the strays.
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.