Wed 27.Oct.2010
Rhodes Town, Greece
Winter is approaching Europe. Yikes! Cold ice snow sleet rain
cold. Did I mention cold?
Only one sensible stategy: Rhodes or
Crete. So home base for the next couple of months is (ta da...) Rhodes.
Inevitably, that means a lot of pictures - or their subjects - are going to look kind of
familiar;
I have already
posted more from here than any other three
places combined.
What the hey, it is where I am, and it is picturesque enough.
Romios, on the edge of where the touristas wander, has been the source
of many a colorful picture for me. It would only be decent if I
actually eat something there someday.
The Mango Bar, next to my pub, is a
curious place. Has color, character, all the credentials you could ask
for. But the proprietors are so elderly that I have never been able to
wait long enough for them to get around to me. I feel more guilty for
adding to their labors than helpful for giving them business that they
are hardy capable of handling.
An enthhusistic old guy just now told me that Greek is a hard language
because it has a hundred million words, as opposed to English with only
a hundred thousand or so.
I mentioned that if you spent your life saying words non-stop, with no
breaks for food or sleep, you would not reach a hundred million before
you died. It didn't register.
Maybe this fellow's pride in his hundred million word language is
important to his happiness. It wouldn't be the first illusion that
mattered greatly to its holder.
The front gate, formally the Marina Gate, or Kolonna Gate, looking on Kolonna Harbor, the commercial harbor. I gather that Kolonna (like columns?) are the two round towers that flank the gate itself.
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