It’s my last post from the small Greece village of Kissos, on the Pelion peninsular in Greece. The village, when we visited in October 2012 was quiet and very atmospheric in the sunny autumn light. It’s clear from the presence of cafés and restaurants that this place gets its fair share of tourists in high season, but still the soul and spirit of the village remains. This spirit is seen in the little things: elderly ladies dressed in traditional black, residents who come out with brooms and sweep the pavement and the street clean, something you definitely don’t see in big cities these days very often.
September 2, 2014
August 26, 2014
We are about to get back on the road again, this time to the little village of Kissos where once again there is something to see that has been recommended by our brother and sister in law.
Naturally the only way to get there is to tackle to winding roads again, but at least we’ve had a decent break at Damouchari port (where the blue arrow is on the map) and the kids have expended some energy by galloping down to the bay’s end and all over the larger rocks.
Fortunately for me, Himself spots the end of the small private road that he didn’t want to drive down earlier, and realising that the walk back was going to be far too difficult for me and seeing that we have the place to ourselves, he sprinted back up the hill, collected the car and drove back down to collect me and the kids.
Now it’s time to brave the bendy road and make our way onwards…