We visit the Acropolis at Lindos
Trip Start Mar 18, 2011
13Trip End Apr 02, 2011
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Where I stayed
St. Nikolas Hotel
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
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
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.