Another World #48
Stepping over the edge of the abyss down the steep trail we entered a secret world of ghost villages, haunting forests, and shimmering rocks and water. There were no tourists, just a few gnarled countrymen leading donkeys carrying supplies for Agios Romeli. We sat with one fellow traveler by a rickety bridge over a sparkling watercourse sharing retsina and our papastratos - two contrasting worlds apart merged in mutual discovery.
We were at the best universities lapping up knowledge in privileged surroundings - he on the other hand had nothing really except his donkey and the awesome magnificence of his natural surroundings.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
He was doubtless lapping up knowledge of a different kind.
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Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
Btw...Love the writing Steve.
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Steve McBrevity about 6 years ago
Thanks Neville - it’s like a dream revived.
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Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
It's fantastically rich in content. Such wonderful memories. I knew you'd travelled roughish a few times to that neck of the woods, but these are wonderful individual and compound stories. I know that once you've finished this particular batch you have lots more travel treats up your sleeve! :-)
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Steve McBrevity about 6 years ago
I’ve probably enough to bore my family and friends for years to come that’s if I can keep my memory!
