You Don't Need All The Gear

Some people take fishing seriously and have all the latest gear.

In Kalymnos, this is also a common sight. A bloke rolls up to the wharf on his scooter, drops a line over the side and stays there until he harvests enough sea-meat to go home again.

No fuss, no fanfare. This is fishing for fish's sake.

After The Rain

One morning after the rain (this is from a few months ago - maybe Feb). It's nostalgic on occasions like this when our corner of the Aegean has a very Scottish-looking sky.

The Plateia

Up towards Agios Savvas.

Back streets.

Beware of the (Pathetic) Dog

ΠΡOΣOXH ΣKYLOΣ (Prosochi Skylos)

The sign promises terror, danger and sharp teeth.



Reality is a "dog" you could fit in your wallet.

Beware? Of that? Do me a favour.

Nice Dead Bike

This bike looks very cool for having been burned and stripped of all its paint, rubber, decals and other frippery.

Now its just core metal bike.

Sweet.

Euro Punk

It's amazing how widely one individual idea can spread, especially when it seems so unimportant.

I swear to God you can go to just about any town or city in Europe and find "Sid Vicious" sprayed in close proximity to "Punk's Not Dead" (or spelling variant).

Sid Vicious died thirty years ago and had been famous for about two years. They're still writing his name on the walls of countries he never visited.

Not bad.

Blue on Blue

A wee blue house with blue shutters and blue trim.

Hoop Dreams

The Greeks love their basketball. It's on telly as much as the football. I guess the game suits the climate - concrete is easier to maintain than grass in this heat.


But they don't always look after their hoops. This one is in the playground of one of the abandoned schools near us.

One thing about learning Greek is getting over the fact that they miss out vowels where a regular civilised person would expect a vowel to be.

Look at this sign for a vet. The Greek word for vet Kτηνaτρεio starts with a K and a T, which are letters that sound the same in English.
If the British were inventing a word like this we would force ourselves to insert at least a little "i" as a proper division between two hard vowels.

But not this mob.

They just batter right on. K-Teen-ee-ah-tree-oh.

Nutty as a fruit cake. But you get used to it.

East Beach

You can't beat the East Harbour for a bit of serenity. At least, when its not overrun by the funfair of the damned or fighting dogs.

The rest of the time it looks like this:

Three minute walk from the town centre that is. Nice.

National Day of Greece 25th March

The Greek National Day was on March 25th. The protocol in Kalymnos is fairly well established having being free of Italy for over 60 years now.

First: the army walk up and down to military music, waving a flag.


Then the girls walk up and down to military music, dressed in traditional Kalymnian costume. One girl gets to carry the giant sponge.

Then its all over and everyone can have a fag.

Welcome (back) to Kalymnos

This is the bronze mermaid at the entrance to Pothia harbour, the chubby, cheery sea-whore who welcomes one and all to Kalymnos.

And she's starting to see a bit of business again. Winter is officially over and the first tourists have been spotted this week: climbers returning for their fix of limestone.

You can spot the climbers a mile away: slimmer than anyone else on the island and always wearing very pracitcal-looking Northern European leisure gear.

We watch some of the climbers disembarking the "Star" and being met by a Kalymnian who happily loads their packs into his boot

"Ah you have a new car" says a French accent.

"Yes," beams the Greek, and an old friendship, albeit a commercial one, is resumed.