In April we’re off on our travels again, walking across Crete West to East. Sometimes we’ll follow the E4 European trail, but with our own variations. Check out our facebook page to get updates from the trail – and to see more news about hiking in Greece.
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Author Archives: Jane Laurie
1001 things to do before you die…. How many years have I got left to fit them all in? Instant culture, instant tan, then a weekend of beer and oblivion in Prague to recover: I feel frazzled just thinking about … Continue reading
It was very early morning, with a full moon still bright above the mountains. We were sitting drinking coffee with Yorgos* the shepherd. He was from a small Albanian village, and had been working illegally in Greece for nine years. … Continue reading
We could see nothing for miles, not even a shepherd’s hut. Only mountains and forests. How different from our own crowded island! Here there was space for wildlife to prosper, remote from human contact. What I loved most were the … Continue reading
“Nature is changing,” the old lady said. “There’s been a plague of squirrels and they ate all the walnuts before we could harvest them. Usually, they’re killed off in the hard winter snows, but now they’re a real problem. And … Continue reading
They say the scars of war take three generations to fade. Maybe a civil war takes even longer. In the north, there were reminders everywhere of the German occupation and the civil war that followed. Once, walking along a remote … Continue reading
“We made a lot of mistakes when we changed to the euro, and some people made a lot of money. Now they say we must pay off the debt. That’s fine. If we owe money, I’ll contribute to paying it … Continue reading
Years ago, when we first went hiking in Greece, there were no maps. Or rather the maps were jealously guarded by the army as a matter of national security. The only maps we could find were medieval in style: roughly … Continue reading