The climate and the rich red soil here at the Base is ideal for all sorts of flora. Trees seem taller and greener and there are all sorts of plants I've only heard of but never seen.
Saturday, 27 September 2025
Flora
Thursday, 25 September 2025
Stories
The wind blew hard for 3 days. Instead of swimming I walked, around the resort, discreetly taking photos. This is a military area and I don't want to be arrested for spying.
Every afternoon I meet the same women, also out walking.
One of them is always on her phone. Talking and walking.
We exchange greetings and the other woman asked where I got my trekking sticks. I told her my brother had brought them for me from NZ. NZ??? Where was that. Down there beside Australia. No. She just couldn't understand. I ended up waving my arms and telling her it was a long way-away.
It's been a long time since I've had to explain where NZ is. Most people at least have heard of Australia.
Once someone asked me if we all lived underground 'downunder'.
So many people thought I came from Iceland or Ireland or even Greenland. Maybe it was my accent.
Nowadays everyone, nearly everyone, knows about NZ, and have eaten it's frozen lamb. A surprising number have visited.
I've mentioned before my greek m-in-law who thought the whole world spoke Greek and was puzzled that I couldn't speak the language fluently.
She attended the first few years at a tiny school and could barely read and write. She and her sisters helped in the fields, picking olives, gathering almonds and oregano and herding their goats.
Passing certificates were rumoured to be handed over after a present of a 17 kilo tin of olive oil.
Tuesday, 23 September 2025
2 am Musings
We've had hundreds of visitors over the years. Friends, friends of friends. Greater extended family and lots of closer family. First brothers and now their children and their families and friends.
Many people I still remember though it could be 50 years since we met . Most I can picture but often can't remember names.
Who was David who visited about 10 years ago? I can recall so many details but not his surname and how he found us.
It was November and he'd been in Athens for a few days. He walked everywhere and used public transport. He'd been out to the monument commemorating the Battle of Marathon. David went by bus in the middle of a thunderstorm and got drenched. He enjoyed every minute of it!
He stayed in Spartan rooms on Poros, 15 euros a night. And he wanted to interrogate the girls on life in an economic depression. They weren't enthusiastic naturally enough but he was satisfied with their replies.
Next day we hurried him off the island just before another storm hit. The taxi boats had tied up because of high seas and the car ferry was about to stop too. We rushed him across the Straits and he caught a bus....to where? Maybe Epidavros. He loved history. And current events. Couldn't understand why my blog wasn't more political.
Does he ring a bell with anyone? I'm thinking he might be a distant cousin. Brother of John who visited recently. No photo.
Then there were the 2 *Karitane nurses (for newborns and their mother's) back in the 80s. Lovely girls. They brought a soft stuffed bunny for Elli who was just a wee baby. We still have it. I have a photo of them but no names.
*Karitane nurses I think are only in NZ.
And my Uncle George who visited in the late 70s, driving a small car where he slept.
We lived in a tiny basement apartment and the fridge door had just fallen off. I had a thick towel hanging over the front to keep things cool.
Uncle G had been in the NZ army and was captured in northern Greece after the German occupation . He was travelling back visiting all the people and places he remembered, in Greece and in Austria where he spent the rest of the war working for the German war effort.
I wish I had asked more questions back then. He wrote his memoirs but they're held in some army museum in NZ. I'd like to read them, know exactly where he was in Greece.
That's what went through my mind in the wee hours last night.
Saturday, 20 September 2025
Summer Resort
A long journey yesterday. 4 hours on the road and then endless trips up 4 zigzag ramps to haul up to our room pillows, bedding, suitcases with clothes, bathroom gear and other bags of necessary paraphernalia.
We are at our favourite Navy resort for 2 weeks. Cheap and cheerful. They provide a room with 2 beds and mattresses, bathroom, a cupboard and a small fridge. We bring the rest.
At the end of last summer we decided we needed to cut down on all the things we 'needed'. So I made, a list. 4 pages long. The only thing we cut down on were the number of books for me to read. 6 instead of 10.
So here we are. 2nd day and 2nd day of high winds, whirling sand , flying chairs and waves? Waves? The sea is supposed to be as flat as a millpond. I don't 'do' waves anymore. Had enough of them in NZ. This is the Med.
It's s end of season and there's a serious lack of 'essentials'. No coke zero and no wine or raki in the subsidised supermarket. We had to make an emergency dash for a nearby Lidls this morning.
Nothing much else to do anyway with this wind. If we can't swim there's nothing left besides drink coffee, eat and gossip. K has found a few Navy friends for the gossip. But they have their wives with them. I'm seriously antisocial. I'm on holiday. Small talk is not my forte.
I've retired to a distant table to 'work'. Our rooms have virtually no internet signal so I have to come down to the cafeteria to write my blog.
I've downloaded a couple of games to play when I wake up at 2am. I can't listen to YouTube and I can't turn on the light to read my book.
So there you have our lives for the next week or so.
No washing, no cleaning, No cooking. The only thing i have to do is sweep up some sand now and again. It always ends up on the floor of the room no matter how well we shower before returning.
Thursday, 18 September 2025
What's Cooking
A look at what's been cooking in our Greek kitchen over summer
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Of all these the only dish I cooked was
Monday, 15 September 2025
Tis The Season
Not a good season for grapes.
Those on our vine that didn't turn into raisins were sweet but there weren't many decent bunches.
The vineyards down in the fertile plain near us had mixed crops. Those that were well looked after, de-leafed, fertilised, watered and kept weed free had an average harvest. So they say. Everyone's an expert here and everyone knows their neighbours business better than their own.
Making wine is hard work if you want a few hundred kilos of your own vintage to drink with friends over the winter.
Sunday, 14 September 2025
On A Poppi Roll
Here we go again. I should change the name of this blog to Poppi-Poros-Star.
I do have 4 other grandkids. George, Nels, Jamie and Luli. Plus the others we've adopted. Martha and Dimitri and Evita. Stars Every One of Them!
You've heard of The Tall Poppy syndrome? This ones the tallest of them all.
She's up there waving in the wind and woe betide anyone who tries to cut this Poppy down.
OK. Here we go. As soon as she turned 16 she got her motorbike licence. A year later she passed her car licence. Her sister Nels also got both licences as soon as she could. This one's another dare devil. Nels didn't get a licence for a 120cc motorbike. Oh no. She passed her licence on one of those huge 400cc monsters which rush past you with a vrooooom vroooom...leaving you to eat their dust. My daughter Elli and my granddaughter Nels are both speed heads.
And just a note. My 2 grandsons who are both mechanics and learnt their trade on Harley Davidsons have not bothered to get their licences.
Jamie is the same age as Poppi, George is 23. Talk about 'eat their dust'! The girls have left you a million miles behind.
Wake up boys.
Poppi is always looking for a new challenge. As are her sister and cousin, Nels and Luli. Strong women, with the best of kiwi and greek blood
A few weeks ago she got her speed boat licence. Yup, she's now Captain Poppi.
Next month she will be picking up her lifeguard diploma.
Heaven knows what else she's got in mind for the future
Collective spit everyone
Ftoo ftoo ftoo
Thursday, 11 September 2025
11th of the 9th
Schools around the country open today. Not for lessons. Today local Priests do the rounds of schools and kindergartens blessing the children and their teachers. It's a photo op for the Mayor and a few important persons who make speeches and bore the britches off the kids.
Wednesday, 10 September 2025
Hair Time
Our hairdresser is opening her own salon but these things take time here. Meantime it's al fresco.
Friday, 5 September 2025
NZ Artiste
Traditional maori weaving.
This summer my brother and sis-in-law brought some of our favourite kiwi treats and necklaces made with seaglass and shells. The spirit of home.
They also brought with them these beautiful woven bags
They are woven by Bay of Plenty weaver Rawina Gray. She has been weaving for the past 20 years, taught by her grandmother