Heady Scent of Jasmine ... and TWO Noddy Trains

Morning air full of the heady scent of jasmine is a nice way to start the day. It might not however have been jasmine. F had discovered frangipani.

We breathed deeply of that for a while. Jasmine also abounds but frangipani fills every place with its scent.  Even fresh bread from the bakery doesn't compete.


After photographing a few flowers in our new tropical paradise, we made an arrangement to meet Aunty Panagiota and travel through Therissos Gorge to the village at the top where the humans had a snack and some coffee (cafe latte with non-dairy whitener is not really latte is it? I refused to lick the froth. F wasn't surprised I declined, she said it didn't cut mustard - whatever that means).  We suspect Aunty-P of stalking us. She only arrived home on Thursday from a summer spent in Crete and was on the same ferry as us going back.

The gorge was shady and cool, and full of quadrupeds with bells, and interesting tree roots.

Theriso, the village at the top, is associated with lots of rebellions against the governing Ottoman Turks in the 19th century.

Handlebar Moustaches were part of the uniform I think. All the statues of rebellious types have them.

There was no road up the gorge in those days - just another mule track.  These days the road is so well developed that tourists ride up on Noddy Trains. Two arrived while we were there and we ended up behind them on the way back down.

Back at our little studio I spent a couple of hours advising local felines to go away. F went in search of tail light bulbs for my van which turned out to be as close as the very local garagista just around the corner from our studio in a very villagy little outpost of Chania (Tambakaria), and after she and MrB had spent some time rigging a sun reflector over the van's black top box (where they had foolishly stowed the remnants of our wine collection... for holiday consumption....) they went off in search of a path to the sea......for a swim.....and came back smelling of salt and talking about fish soup.

Fish soup turned out to be how they described squintillions of tiny fish in the swimming pool. I bet the fish were really narked about having to share their nursery pool with floundering humans.

Kafe Kat


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  1. I love the look of that little train :)

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  2. Wonderful flower pictures. In fact great vacation I'm guessing fitted between leaving and taking up the home post.

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    1. That's it. F blagged 4 week leave - maximum 2 is the norm. It will take the first week to make her stop sleeping all day. Xxx Mr T

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  3. Hari OM
    OH yes, I would have been leaving the car behind and hopping on that wee road train!!! I am glad you got to see aunty P this one more time - she will miss you, I am sure. Meanwhile, you are making your territory well, by the sounds of it Tigger - can't have those pesky locals thinking they run the place... hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx

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    1. Expand it and look at the guy at the back - he is either spiderman or has awful sunburn! We saw him walking around the village. Fz and Pz Mr T

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  4. So many pretty flowers. I bet the swim was wonderful

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    1. My humans thought the swim was very refreshing.

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  5. That sounds like a pretty perfect day. At least until we got to the bit about swimming in fish soup, which did not appeal to Gail, much as she loves to swim in the sea!

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    1. I don't think they were cooked. They were ever so tiny. There was just lots of them. If you didn't put your eyes in the water you wouldn't know they were there. Paw smacks Mr T

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  6. I love the scent of frangipane. I wish I could grow it up here

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    1. The IoM is special, you might be able to grow it in a sheltered corner.

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  7. A noddy train to Therissos. How times have changed. Would be a lovely though, and slow enough to enjoy all the scenery.
    Can just imagine the aroma of those gorgeous flowers . Though bakery aromas come pretty close behind

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    1. Noddy train to anywhere is a bit odd in the age of luxury mini coaches.

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