We visit the Acropolis at Lindos

Trip Start Mar 18, 2011
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Trip End Apr 02, 2011


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St. Nikolas Hotel

Flag of Greece  , Dodecanese,
Thursday, March 24, 2011

This morning Georgie, the housekeeper, set another breakfast of fresh bread, yogurt, jams, dried fruit and honey -- did I say the honey here is to die for?  Our car rental agent arrived at 9:00am with our micro-Chevy parked right outside the Hotel entrance.  That service has been typical of the islanders.  Mariana, our Danish-Greek hotelliere seems to know everyone including their phone numbers by heart.

The car agent was a hoot.  Picture the film Life Is Beautiful, Alberto Bennini.  That's his clone.  I had a colour photocopy of my stolen driver's license and an International Driver's License that expired 18 months ago but he dismissed them offhandedly, "This is no problem.  Mariana and I are good friends for a long time" as if this would satisfy the Police, courts and all injured parties!  On the way out of the walled Old Town, he hesitated by a road which was double-marked by Do Not Enter signs, then wheeled down it with; "Norrmally you cannot drive down this road but today is OK.  It is only 100 meters long." 

Go slow, go the flow, and driving anywhere is usually OK.  The tricks are spotting where the traffic lights are placed and watching the pavement markings that seem to trap you into a must-turn-left lane you don't want.  But we somehow navigated out of town with only one missed turn and followed the signs to Lindos.

While the Brits outnumber the locals along the southern Mediterranean coastline of Spain, here you don't get that feeling passing through the seaside suburbs and villages.  They are very commercial (gold/silver stores, ceramics) only along the roadside but the tourists aren't here in any kind of numbers.  Every few kilometers there is a cut-off for a new beach.  Soon we reach Lindos (55 km from the city of Rhodes).  The approaching road wound down from a high point. I stopped for a picture grazing goats with of the Acropolis ahead, the white town draped at its feet, and a blue-white-turquoise beach bordering it.  There is no tide in the Mediterranean so the beaches are usually gravel and round stones the size of small eggs.

Lindos is famous for its Acropolis which dates back to the 4th C. BC.  Ruins have dedications to Athena but mostly, I think, the goddess Lindia.  The fortication walls are Medieval with Hellenist defenses inside.  There are what were once U-shaped temples bordered by doric columns and wide long staircases leading one up the centre.  The uppermost temple, above a Roman one and a Byzantine church, was the Temple of Lindia where a few columns remain on the huge stone foundations.  An ancient inscription to worshippers tells one must leave at least one drachima as an offering to the Gods, no less.  From here is a panoramic view of the cliffs below and the expanse of blue sea that melds into the sky.  There is no horizon.  I love the Mediterranean.

On the way down the mouse-maze of alleyways we passed a few shops and stores.  One caught my eye so we did our best to stimulate the economy!  Like many shopkeepers, he couldn't do enough for us and, yes, he too had relatives in Canada (always Montreal).

Next, we drove on the coastal road almost to the southern tip where we found a deserted beach.  We ate last night's dinner leftovers and walked on the gravel shore in the sun.  Cool.  
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