boy scout

Being the prepared hiker/walker that I am I didn't bring any water when I went on an exceptionally long walk to the south of the island then headed north. I met a female hound dog who started to follow me. I told her she didn't know what she was getting into and I didn't want to be responsible. She didn't listen and insisted on joining me, something I'm sure she regretted later. She did manage to find a couple puddles of water to drink.



Four hours and nothing but wind swept country uninhabited of homes or cafes. The rocky winding coastline reminds me of parts of the west coast. Again when I head back east I get a ride with a tracker pulling a wagon. The wagon is too high for me to get this more than medium sized dog in. She just looked at me with sad eyes.



This area also has wild asparagus and artichokes making it the closest to heaven I'll ever get. At the market there were the prettiest long stemed artichokes. I could have put them in a vase if I didn't want to eat them so badly. The stems are an extension of the heart that some foolish people cut off and discard. I don't understand people who throw the good parts of vegetables away. No Entiendo!



I have dinner at my new friend's cafe. Cenk serves me sauteed porcini mushrooms and a green olive and feta salad. Of course again I have grilled octopus. I can't help myself. Next time I promise to get something else.



I took a picture of some young Turkish people enjoying their meal at Cenk's. You can see they are good Moslems by their covered heads and the untouched raki and wine in their glasses!