Surprises

Venturing on a bus through the Greek countryside is a rather pleasant enterprise. At this point, you will already have been able to decipher the schedule:

bus scheduleYou can also be sure, at least in winter, that any connecting services are in no way related to the one you’re on. All in all, very comfy nonetheless, lean back and enjoy the beautiful scenery passing by. At arrival, somebody will surely direct you to wherever you need to be, if necessary, by shouting GO GO GO at you, and then you jump on the next bus waiting in some obscure sidelane.

This is how we arrived at Olympia. All was indeed very well until … ‘No open today. We strike.’

Bloody hell! So this is what the fence of Olympia looks like, and then we move on to the much nicer events of that day.

fenced in olympiaShowing my enormous disappointment by turning on the waterworks, a Swiss uncle and his niece, Herbi and Sandra, took pity on me/us and offered a lift. And what a ride we got!

First stop was at the theatre of Olympia. Fab acoustics and great views.

teatro olympiaThen we took to the country roads. The next stop was at a sulphur spring, where we saw snakes, fish and turtles.

turtleLunch was had near a dilapidated railway station. The trains stopped several years ago, which I find a shame. The food, however, was excellent, including the home-made grape schnaps.railway station Unfortunately, I don’t know its proper Greek name.

Near Kyparissia, we had another little excursion into an old, but still working water mill. old millbaking equipment

The grounds also included a lovely garden with apiary equipment, fruit trees and a little creek running through. Thanks again to our two Swiss rescuers who made that a wonderful day!oranges

Dining

Being with my parents usually turns into anĀ eating marathon . All of the following was served with 24 hours. We were particularly happy about the vegetarian sausages now available.

cakes dinner with veggie sausages eggsalad and raspberries mushrooms on pasta tea and sweets

Over the years, I’ve turned into an acceptable cook (me thinks).

Still, I prefer eating!

An Apology Cake

My colleagues and I usually order some bread, cake and other treats from a German bakery in Ho Chi Minh City. We’re normally really satisified with their products but a couple of weeks ago some people were not quite happy with their order. So we complained, and look what we got in return:

 

 

I’ve never had a cake with my full name written on it before or a cake as an apology. It was yummy!

Yummy?

For all the carnivores among you: Mongolian goat about to be cooked with hot stones in milk plus a meal in China’s Fuzhou, Fujian-province. Seafood for three people.

Fancy a snack of deep-fried spider in Cambodia? Or do you feel like a god / spirit / supreme (evil) being in Vietnam?

I’ll stick with these. Plus durian!