Thursday, 29. July 2021
Foilsithe: 29.07.2021
The days fly by
Sleeping in just doesn't work that well here. So at 9 o'clock I am already in the car again in the direction of the peninsula 'Palechora' in the southwest. For the outward journey I have deliberately chosen the much longer and winding mountain route.
But first there is a small detour to the oldest olive tree in the world (!) to 'Ano Vouves'. It is said to be 3500-5000 years old and has a diameter of 3.64 meters and a circumference of 12.5 meters (below). Like many, old olive trees, they become hollow inside. So you can stand inside the tree. So with this one, you're not allowed inside, but it would be possible without any problems. I got to touch it and feel it for a moment. I like to touch trees. Next to it there is a mini-museum and a small, rustic store with tavern incl. homemade baked goods.
But now on the long way: Always exciting this landscape. Up to the top of the wind turbines and then down to the sea, the road winds past mini villages, churches, olive groves, chestnut trees as big as a house and new pedestrians. They are getting bigger and bigger! SmileAnd I always discover something I have to look at or photograph. So my way takes just a bit longer. What the heck! The area is so beautiful and so varied. I just have to take a closer look from time to time. And the best: I have all the time in the world!I have also seen burned forest pieces. Or a single cyclist who came to me on a very steep and unpaved forest road, or a small waterfall.... and my navigation system has led me partly from the side road on the side side road. Ups. There usually only Jeep's drive through and no normal PW's. So I had to drive very slowly and carefully. And already so the middle lane partly touched the vehicle floor. Despite dodge. Pure adventure! But so it makes me fun. lol
Arrived in Paleochora begins the search for parking. Apparently there are no large parking lots here. Everyone grabs a spot right on the beach. And I am late for it. So I have to drive back and forth until it fits. The village is small and has many taverns, a ruined castle and a huge, wide sandy beach.From 7pm to 2am the road down by the harbor is closed to traffic. The taverns are stuying out and it forms a cozy and quiet ambience right by the sea.Oh yes, this region belongs to the warmest Greece's at all. And oh yes, I noticed this very well today! A blazing heat.
For the return trip I have chosen the broad, fast and shorter way. This is also driven several times a day by buses e.g. from Chania. Again, there was much to marvel at. Since I still felt like making a detour, I looked on the map, which monastery is nearby: 'Gonia' in Kolimbari. This one looks rather modest from the outside, although big. But more like a fortress... so massive and rough.But from the inside... wow. And the museum in the basement! The oldest books are from 1681! Just great. I just caught the moment when the monks held their evening prayer. I listened inside for quite a while and let myself be bewitched by the incense.
Then on to Platanias for dinner on the beach. The sun was slowly setting behind the village and accordingly the beach was colored a light pink.
The 4th bed was actually occupied last night..... and today it was empty again. The Russian girls are still there.
Sleeping in just doesn't work that well here. So at 9 o'clock I am already in the car again in the direction of the peninsula 'Palechora' in the southwest. For the outward journey I have deliberately chosen the much longer and winding mountain route.
But first there is a small detour to the oldest olive tree in the world (!) to 'Ano Vouves'. It is said to be 3500-5000 years old and has a diameter of 3.64 meters and a circumference of 12.5 meters (below). Like many, old olive trees, they become hollow inside. So you can stand inside the tree. So with this one, you're not allowed inside, but it would be possible without any problems. I got to touch it and feel it for a moment. I like to touch trees. Next to it there is a mini-museum and a small, rustic store with tavern incl. homemade baked goods.
But now on the long way: Always exciting this landscape. Up to the top of the wind turbines and then down to the sea, the road winds past mini villages, churches, olive groves, chestnut trees as big as a house and new pedestrians. They are getting bigger and bigger! SmileAnd I always discover something I have to look at or photograph. So my way takes just a bit longer. What the heck! The area is so beautiful and so varied. I just have to take a closer look from time to time. And the best: I have all the time in the world!I have also seen burned forest pieces. Or a single cyclist who came to me on a very steep and unpaved forest road, or a small waterfall.... and my navigation system has led me partly from the side road on the side side road. Ups. There usually only Jeep's drive through and no normal PW's. So I had to drive very slowly and carefully. And already so the middle lane partly touched the vehicle floor. Despite dodge. Pure adventure! But so it makes me fun. lol
Arrived in Paleochora begins the search for parking. Apparently there are no large parking lots here. Everyone grabs a spot right on the beach. And I am late for it. So I have to drive back and forth until it fits. The village is small and has many taverns, a ruined castle and a huge, wide sandy beach.From 7pm to 2am the road down by the harbor is closed to traffic. The taverns are stuying out and it forms a cozy and quiet ambience right by the sea.Oh yes, this region belongs to the warmest Greece's at all. And oh yes, I noticed this very well today! A blazing heat.
For the return trip I have chosen the broad, fast and shorter way. This is also driven several times a day by buses e.g. from Chania. Again, there was much to marvel at. Since I still felt like making a detour, I looked on the map, which monastery is nearby: 'Gonia' in Kolimbari. This one looks rather modest from the outside, although big. But more like a fortress... so massive and rough.But from the inside... wow. And the museum in the basement! The oldest books are from 1681! Just great. I just caught the moment when the monks held their evening prayer. I listened inside for quite a while and let myself be bewitched by the incense.
Then on to Platanias for dinner on the beach. The sun was slowly setting behind the village and accordingly the beach was colored a light pink.
The 4th bed was actually occupied last night..... and today it was empty again. The Russian girls are still there.
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