The route leads from behind my house and up into the mountains.
The local Greeks don’t have much respect for signs – even on the main routes up here they have holes blown through them.
Over the other side of the mountain and down (Handras off in the distance to the left) I was floating and high on endorphins. Damn but I felt really good and knew then that I’d done the right thing in coming here and tramping about.
One of the numerous churches to be found around here.
This is the buzzing centre of Handras and it was certainly buzzing a few years back. Over to the left is a kafenion/taverna where Caroline and I were having some wine with some friends. While we were there an earthquake struck. The lamp post you see, along with others, was whipping back and forth like a sapling. I kept to my seat, since we were outside, others leapt up, while a Greek woman all in black rushed out of her house babbling to god and crossing herself.
The road out of Handras and one of the views along the way.
This is Etia – a Venetian village plus villa. Nice taverna here I’ll visit when it’s open.
And here’s a nice flowering tree in Etia.
