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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUMQHc6cCp7ImA9WhVbE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408</id><updated>2012-05-30T07:31:21.918+03:00</updated><category term="houses" /><category term="weather" /><category term="walks" /><category term="sport" /><category term="animals" /><category term="leisure" /><category term="Greek Culture" /><category term="Our house" /><category term="shops" /><category term="food" /><category term="web hosting" /><category term="politics" /><category term="holiday" /><category term="Life in Kalymnos" /><category term="video" /><category term="tourism" /><category term="music" /><category term="poll" /><category term="philosophy" /><category term="Learn Greek" /><category term="Geography" /><category term="work" /><category term="vehicles" /><category term="olives" /><title>Paul and Nicole move to Greece</title><subtitle type="html">The story of our relocation from Glasgow, Scotland to Kalymnos, Greece.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/weareingreece" /><feedburner:info uri="weareingreece" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMBQHg_fip7ImA9WxJQEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-4115118513628298245</id><published>2009-05-23T17:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:20:51.646+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-23T17:20:51.646+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greek Culture" /><title>83 Reasons For Greek Pride</title><content type="html">This list of what it means to be Greek comes from an email which has been doing the rounds. We don't know who the original author was and it didn't come in the form of a numbered list, we've restructured it that way so its easier to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Why do We Fancy Ourselves For Being Greek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we buy whole watermelons and not in slices. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we buy whole lambs and not in pieces. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because nights in Greece finish in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because  we take our coffee slowly, while smoking and not in "shots"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because flirting is our national hobby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because sex is our national sport.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we always moan about the public sector and everyone seeks to get a job in it .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we are not puritans. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we are not racists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we cheat openly, without trying to hide it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we go out almost every night even if we are penniless. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because  we know how to spend better than we know how to save.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we never visit others empty handed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because there is no way to explain to foreigners what is "kapsoura" (burning desire for someone).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because in Greece family is still something valuable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we do not share the petrol with those we take in our cars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we always make it, albeit in the last moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we were slaves for 400 years yet never bring that up as an  excuse for our current state.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because for the sake of a woman we made war for 10 years (Trojan War).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we are everywhere around the planet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we love and hate with passion. Because "filotimo" (friend of honor, helping someone because it is a shame not to), does not exist in any other language.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because whenever foreigners cannot find a word, they use one of ours. Because we spend our bad and low times with our friends and family, not with shrinks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because Socrates, Pluto and Aristotle were Greek.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we invented theatre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we gave birth to Democracy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we discovered logic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we jump started science.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we are proud of our culture, not of our wars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because when others were discovering meat, we already had cholesterol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we gave the light to all these leaders who are "striving" for peace by making wars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we can give anything up just to make love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because hundreds of  European women  travel  to Greek Islands every  summer just to get laid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we have a distinction between Eros (falling in love) and Agapi  (innocent  love), while we feel both of them passionately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because Eros was a Greek God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because  we  change  our  cars every three years, our mobile phones every year and our lover every three days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because when others used to be clothed with wolf skin we were weaving see-through linen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because "Greeks do not fight as heroes, heroes fight like Greeks".(Winston Churchill, 1941)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we don't use ketchup with our food - it tastes good anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we gave our ancient alphabet to the Romans and our Medieval alphabet to the Slavs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we converted all of Eastern Europe into Christians.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we get angry quickly but we forget all about it even quicker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we are not ashamed to cry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we dance when we are sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we work to live and we do not live to work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because 97% of the stars' names are Greek.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because although we know danger well, we dare.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because when you shout  "brother"  in  the streets everyone turns around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we always talk about getting in a diet after we had our meal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we speak loudly and laugh even louder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we do not know what anxiety is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because, although we smoke more than anyone in the world and eat the most red meat in Europe, we live the longest in Europe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we are starting with "just a coffee" early afternoon and end up off our heads in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we walk in the streets at 2:00 in the morning and there are traffic jams. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we walk in the streets at 4:00 in the morning and there are traffic jams. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because girls are not scared to walk alone in the streets at 2:00 or 4:00 o'clock in the morning. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because the inside of all our churches are not dark, but full of light.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we are direct.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we know how to cheat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we never report people who cheat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we always have a solution to problems, even if usually indirect or illegal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we have tendencies to extremity. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because  our parents do not forget that we exist when we reach 18.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because when we want to sunbathe, we go to the beach, we don't crawl on grass or jump into fountains.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we confront every difficulty with humour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because the Olympic Games were born here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because our sky is blue, not grey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we have the cleanest seas on the planet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because 40% of Oxford dictionary is made up with Greek words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we are a poor country with very rich citizens. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we know what "Kefi" (propensity to fun) means. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we like to spend money and eat fish while they are still fresh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because Homer wrote Iliad 3500 years ago and Hollywood turned it into a movie just recently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we speak foreign languages - who learns Greek?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because Tsikoudia from Crete is the strongest drink in Europe (85% alcohol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we grow hallucinogenic weed without biological engineering!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because our "model for life" has many curves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we wear sandals without socks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we get paid on Friday and we end up owing money Monday morning. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we gave the oath "freedom or death".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because God did not choose us as his favourite people, but we always choose our Gods.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we are European Champions in football and basketball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we have a small, poor country full of people with big hearts. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because only in Greece, the guy who prepares the Souvlaki asks the young lady: "What shall I put in?" And she happily replies "Please put everything in!'' &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some whoppers and some belters in there but overall we reckon it gives a pretty accurate insight into the Greek mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our particular favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the withering disdain of foreigners in numbers 22, 32 and 63. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the belief that its only thanks to Greece that people around the world are able to express themselves at all. (14, 21, 22, 68)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the outright lies (e.g, 9, 50, 51, 64 67.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh well, it gave us a laugh anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-4115118513628298245?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/_JLJR-Tlows" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/4115118513628298245/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=4115118513628298245" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/4115118513628298245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/4115118513628298245?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/_JLJR-Tlows/83-reasons-for-greek-pride.html" title="83 Reasons For Greek Pride" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/05/83-reasons-for-greek-pride.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMEQXk6fip7ImA9WxJRGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-2125475750594447333</id><published>2009-05-21T23:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:40:00.716+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-21T23:40:00.716+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tourism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><title /><content type="html">This boat is called the Bediah and it's been in Kalymnos for a couple of months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc8T7ewSBI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tLpz-qC0-H8/s1600-h/bediah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc8T7ewSBI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tLpz-qC0-H8/s400/bediah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334298596725508114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some geezers are restoring it down at the far wharf and it just looks great. It's got a huge front that soars almost vertically out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe'll get made into one of the tourist boats that carries Germans, English, Swedes and Dutch all around the little islands for scheduled pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so it would feel like a slight waste. The Bediah should be getting used by PIRATES! Arrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-2125475750594447333?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/gNIODzbNo6Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/2125475750594447333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=2125475750594447333" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/2125475750594447333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/2125475750594447333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/gNIODzbNo6Q/this-boat-is-called-bediah-and-its-been.html" title="" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc8T7ewSBI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tLpz-qC0-H8/s72-c/bediah.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-boat-is-called-bediah-and-its-been.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8GQX09eSp7ImA9WxJRF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-2002592433228373171</id><published>2009-05-19T23:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:27:00.361+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-19T23:27:00.361+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shops" /><title>Yes, You Can See Her Fanny</title><content type="html">Round the corner from us is Tzinadiko which more or less means "Your jeans" but could be mistaken as meaning "her fanny".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in the window, at just the right height for the slavering attention of the local nine-year old boys, is a picture lady's pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc4-faZ7LI/AAAAAAAAAuA/QvHxNyzsoys/s1600-h/aye+you+can+see+her+fanny+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc4-faZ7LI/AAAAAAAAAuA/QvHxNyzsoys/s400/aye+you+can+see+her+fanny+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334294929878936754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excuse for the muff is a packet of stockings, manufactured by a company who seem to think that a wavering customer might be swayed by the sight of a heavily-trimmed bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-2002592433228373171?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/NgyZpsPlWQw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/2002592433228373171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=2002592433228373171" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/2002592433228373171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/2002592433228373171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/NgyZpsPlWQw/yes-you-can-see-her-fanny.html" title="Yes, You Can See Her Fanny" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc4-faZ7LI/AAAAAAAAAuA/QvHxNyzsoys/s72-c/aye+you+can+see+her+fanny+%281%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-you-can-see-her-fanny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGQXw6eyp7ImA9WxJRFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-6457039352029563965</id><published>2009-05-18T23:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:22:00.213+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-18T23:22:00.213+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals" /><title>Goat Climbs Tree: photo evidence</title><content type="html">We knew goats were pretty handy at climbing mountains. But it wasn't until a recent trip to PSerimos that we learned they are also pretty useful in a tree situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc334fimbI/AAAAAAAAAt4/7Eq9ZGdhvTA/s1600-h/trip+to+pserimos+may+09+%2844%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc334fimbI/AAAAAAAAAt4/7Eq9ZGdhvTA/s400/trip+to+pserimos+may+09+%2844%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334293716840651186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The leaves up there are, presumably, tastier than the grass down there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-6457039352029563965?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/__XgwrQblRc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/6457039352029563965/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=6457039352029563965" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/6457039352029563965?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/6457039352029563965?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/__XgwrQblRc/goat-climbs-tree-photo-evidence.html" title="Goat Climbs Tree: photo evidence" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc334fimbI/AAAAAAAAAt4/7Eq9ZGdhvTA/s72-c/trip+to+pserimos+may+09+%2844%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/05/goat-climbs-tree-photo-evidence.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4CQXgzeip7ImA9WxJRFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-1442378301691984964</id><published>2009-05-16T23:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:16:00.682+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-16T23:16:00.682+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greek Culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vehicles" /><title>Thankyou for Not Smoking (Two Fags at Once)</title><content type="html">Greece is a place where smoking is still cool. However, there are some limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc2RdErilI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ER9AC51C0iQ/s1600-h/thankyou+for+not+smoking+two+fags.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc2RdErilI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ER9AC51C0iQ/s400/thankyou+for+not+smoking+two+fags.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334291957133576786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Pserimos ferry, this sign asks patrons to at least hold off smoking two cigrattes at once while they are on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress, one supposes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-1442378301691984964?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/VkQdEflnUQk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/1442378301691984964/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=1442378301691984964" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1442378301691984964?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1442378301691984964?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/VkQdEflnUQk/thankyou-for-not-smoking-two-fags-at.html" title="Thankyou for Not Smoking (Two Fags at Once)" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc2RdErilI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ER9AC51C0iQ/s72-c/thankyou+for+not+smoking+two+fags.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/05/thankyou-for-not-smoking-two-fags-at.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcAQXY6eCp7ImA9WxJRE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-9050020921748517329</id><published>2009-05-14T20:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:44:00.810+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-14T20:44:00.810+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="walks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life in Kalymnos" /><title>Chroscheria Castle</title><content type="html">A local landmark is Chrysocheria Castle which stands halfway up the valley and looks down on the town. It's quite a steep walk up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcU6Kx4XVI/AAAAAAAAAto/0rFVzcY9AmE/s1600-h/chysocheria+castle+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcU6Kx4XVI/AAAAAAAAAto/0rFVzcY9AmE/s400/chysocheria+castle+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334255273202179410" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The castle which was built by Crusaders in the Middle Ages.  Chrysocheria means 'golden hands' and is something to do wit ha Vrigin Mary icon which had golden hands... we don't kno the full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcS3LgVxfI/AAAAAAAAAtY/GBlB6wCGhLU/s1600-h/chysocheria+castle+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcS3LgVxfI/AAAAAAAAAtY/GBlB6wCGhLU/s400/chysocheria+castle+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334253022834181618" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last people to live here moved out about 300 years ago and it's pretty much a mess now. But you get a nice view down the valley and over the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcUJ9pIRZI/AAAAAAAAAtg/vMNOpskRtuU/s1600-h/chysocheria+castle+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcUJ9pIRZI/AAAAAAAAAtg/vMNOpskRtuU/s400/chysocheria+castle+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334254445042091410" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-9050020921748517329?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/sE_dMeNLM08" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/9050020921748517329/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=9050020921748517329" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/9050020921748517329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/9050020921748517329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/sE_dMeNLM08/chroscheria-castle.html" title="Chroscheria Castle" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcU6Kx4XVI/AAAAAAAAAto/0rFVzcY9AmE/s72-c/chysocheria+castle+%288%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/05/chroscheria-castle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMAQXc9fyp7ImA9WxJREUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-775047352409436283</id><published>2009-05-12T23:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:34:00.967+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T23:34:00.967+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life in Kalymnos" /><title>Holy Bling</title><content type="html">Kalymnos is big on statues and big on Priests. It follows that there are statues of priests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc6u84Y03I/AAAAAAAAAuI/RLthSfE8bzI/s1600-h/statue_priest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc6u84Y03I/AAAAAAAAAuI/RLthSfE8bzI/s400/statue_priest.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334296861934670706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our favourite. We reckon that, apart from that cross, this chap has two mobile phones round his neck. One for business and one for "personal".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-775047352409436283?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/f3eatZRHc9k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/775047352409436283/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=775047352409436283" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/775047352409436283?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/775047352409436283?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/f3eatZRHc9k/holy-bling.html" title="Holy Bling" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sgc6u84Y03I/AAAAAAAAAuI/RLthSfE8bzI/s72-c/statue_priest.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-bling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYGQX4-cCp7ImA9WxJSGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-7191499756701523781</id><published>2009-05-10T20:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:38:40.058+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-10T20:38:40.058+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Learn Greek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greek Culture" /><title>How Greeks do Banks</title><content type="html">In the UK, the bank manager lives in a wee room at the back. You never get to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Greece, the bank manager has to be a man (legally) and is always stationed on the (large) desk nearest the window so that everyone can see his status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcMEuNBDbI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/wQ89JnMcvSM/s1600-h/bank+manager.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcMEuNBDbI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/wQ89JnMcvSM/s400/bank+manager.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334245558905277874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, a large desk seems to be a highly valued accessory for any worker. We think that a large desk indicates seriousness and importance, which is heavily valued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learn Greek: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desk = τo θρaνio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(to thra-nee-oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;My Desk is the biggest = τo θρaνio μou εivai τo μεγaλητερo (to thra-neeo mou ee-nai to mega-leetero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-7191499756701523781?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/9QQFFo8ejew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/7191499756701523781/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=7191499756701523781" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/7191499756701523781?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/7191499756701523781?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/9QQFFo8ejew/how-greeks-do-banks.html" title="How Greeks do Banks" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcMEuNBDbI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/wQ89JnMcvSM/s72-c/bank+manager.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-greeks-do-banks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IAQ3c_fip7ImA9WxJSGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-364624284380926683</id><published>2009-05-10T20:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:12:22.946+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-10T20:12:22.946+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shops" /><title>Surprising Incidence of Modern Art</title><content type="html">You don't see a lot of modern art in Kalymnos. It's not really their style, but these little 3D panels adorn th outside wall of a local shop and they are quite modern/urban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are roughly 60 x 30 cm and protrude maybe 5 cm from the wall at their deepest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcJqz5EN_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/dxO2B_4XUVE/s1600-h/art+on+wall+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcJqz5EN_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/dxO2B_4XUVE/s400/art+on+wall+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334242914732357618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcJqs0M5zI/AAAAAAAAAtA/CJBMdaTvwGk/s1600-h/art+on+wall+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcJqs0M5zI/AAAAAAAAAtA/CJBMdaTvwGk/s400/art+on+wall+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334242912832907058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-364624284380926683?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/e1WfbjqLNvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/364624284380926683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=364624284380926683" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/364624284380926683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/364624284380926683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/e1WfbjqLNvM/surprising-incidence-of-modern-art.html" title="Surprising Incidence of Modern Art" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SgcJqz5EN_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/dxO2B_4XUVE/s72-c/art+on+wall+%282%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/05/surprising-incidence-of-modern-art.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMAQXw6fCp7ImA9WxJTEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-4122963460763565979</id><published>2009-04-18T22:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:54:00.214+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-18T22:54:00.214+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life in Kalymnos" /><title>You Don't Need All The Gear</title><content type="html">Some people take fishing seriously and have all the latest gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJHSzQ22eI/AAAAAAAAAs4/lB1XuhtFFZk/s1600-h/fishing+guy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJHSzQ22eI/AAAAAAAAAs4/lB1XuhtFFZk/s400/fishing+guy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323896097829476834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fuss, no fanfare. This is fishing for fish's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-4122963460763565979?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/0UpbE6HkyAQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/4122963460763565979/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=4122963460763565979" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/4122963460763565979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/4122963460763565979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/0UpbE6HkyAQ/you-dont-need-all-gear.html" title="You Don't Need All The Gear" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJHSzQ22eI/AAAAAAAAAs4/lB1XuhtFFZk/s72-c/fishing+guy.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-dont-need-all-gear.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcARngzfyp7ImA9WxVaFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-7015880291893329012</id><published>2009-04-17T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:54:07.687+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-12T22:54:07.687+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weather" /><title>After The Rain</title><content type="html">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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJFmSZVkSI/AAAAAAAAAsg/bG2Mb5ViZjk/s1600-h/after+the+rain+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJFmSZVkSI/AAAAAAAAAsg/bG2Mb5ViZjk/s400/after+the+rain+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323894233580802338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Plateia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJGZpQL0MI/AAAAAAAAAso/mfCP3XRp1PA/s1600-h/after+the+rain+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJGZpQL0MI/AAAAAAAAAso/mfCP3XRp1PA/s400/after+the+rain+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323895115889758402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up towards Agios Savvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJGmqOfYvI/AAAAAAAAAsw/bRsz4WkZHQQ/s1600-h/after+the+rain+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJGmqOfYvI/AAAAAAAAAsw/bRsz4WkZHQQ/s400/after+the+rain+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323895339489387250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back streets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-7015880291893329012?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/F_Uemsz3mLI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/7015880291893329012/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=7015880291893329012" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/7015880291893329012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/7015880291893329012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/F_Uemsz3mLI/after-rain.html" title="After The Rain" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJFmSZVkSI/AAAAAAAAAsg/bG2Mb5ViZjk/s72-c/after+the+rain+%289%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-rain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUEQH45cCp7ImA9WxVaGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-7870533729994767704</id><published>2009-04-16T22:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:30:01.028+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-16T22:30:01.028+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals" /><title>Beware of the (Pathetic) Dog</title><content type="html">ΠΡOΣOXH ΣKYLOΣ (Prosochi Skylos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign promises terror, danger and sharp teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJCsMxPciI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/g901Ady11M4/s1600-h/beware+of+pathetic+dog+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJCsMxPciI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/g901Ady11M4/s400/beware+of+pathetic+dog+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323891036614783522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is a "dog" you could fit in your wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJEFTdG9FI/AAAAAAAAAsY/uT0SWaIkoQg/s1600-h/beware+of+pathetic+dog+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJEFTdG9FI/AAAAAAAAAsY/uT0SWaIkoQg/s400/beware+of+pathetic+dog+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323892567417746514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beware? Of that? Do me a favour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-7870533729994767704?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/PcF-Ov6qewU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/7870533729994767704/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=7870533729994767704" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/7870533729994767704?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/7870533729994767704?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/PcF-Ov6qewU/beware-of-pathetic-dog.html" title="Beware of the (Pathetic) Dog" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeJCsMxPciI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/g901Ady11M4/s72-c/beware+of+pathetic+dog+%284%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/04/beware-of-pathetic-dog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08FSHY7cCp7ImA9WxVbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-1731098949964241277</id><published>2009-04-14T22:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:03:39.808+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-05T23:03:39.808+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vehicles" /><title>Nice Dead Bike</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkHh1jKD5I/AAAAAAAAArY/u7UWKA_Dkac/s1600-h/rusty+or+burned+bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkHh1jKD5I/AAAAAAAAArY/u7UWKA_Dkac/s400/rusty+or+burned+bike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321292712606568338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bike looks very cool for having been burned and stripped of all its paint, rubber, decals and other frippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its just core metal bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-1731098949964241277?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/8SWSinRc7GQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/1731098949964241277/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=1731098949964241277" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1731098949964241277?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1731098949964241277?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/8SWSinRc7GQ/nice-dead-bike.html" title="Nice Dead Bike" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkHh1jKD5I/AAAAAAAAArY/u7UWKA_Dkac/s72-c/rusty+or+burned+bike.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/04/nice-dead-bike.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CQXY8fyp7ImA9WxVaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-6370914027302112996</id><published>2009-04-14T22:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:21:00.877+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-14T22:21:00.877+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>Euro Punk</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeI_nDeS62I/AAAAAAAAAsI/XoS9xWNkXms/s1600-h/punx+not+dead.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeI_nDeS62I/AAAAAAAAAsI/XoS9xWNkXms/s400/punx+not+dead.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323887649685171042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's amazing how widely one individual idea can spread, especially when it seems so unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-6370914027302112996?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/6P3q98qfhGo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/6370914027302112996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=6370914027302112996" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/6370914027302112996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/6370914027302112996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/6P3q98qfhGo/euro-punk.html" title="Euro Punk" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeI_nDeS62I/AAAAAAAAAsI/XoS9xWNkXms/s72-c/punx+not+dead.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/04/euro-punk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcMQXc4fip7ImA9WxVaFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-8763063961759121295</id><published>2009-04-12T22:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:21:20.936+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-12T22:21:20.936+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life in Kalymnos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="houses" /><title>Blue on Blue</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeI-ratVCwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CnGG8KZCjpg/s1600-h/wee+blue+corner+house+with+blue+shuttersx+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeI-ratVCwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CnGG8KZCjpg/s400/wee+blue+corner+house+with+blue+shuttersx+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323886625130089218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A wee blue house with blue shutters and blue trim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-8763063961759121295?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/xhanFLHdZoY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/8763063961759121295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=8763063961759121295" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/8763063961759121295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/8763063961759121295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/xhanFLHdZoY/blue-on-blue.html" title="Blue on Blue" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeI-ratVCwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CnGG8KZCjpg/s72-c/wee+blue+corner+house+with+blue+shuttersx+%281%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/04/blue-on-blue.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CRXc-fSp7ImA9WxVaFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-954340713397083428</id><published>2009-04-12T22:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:17:44.955+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-12T22:17:44.955+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greek Culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sport" /><title>Hoop Dreams</title><content type="html">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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeI9fEEZIZI/AAAAAAAAAr4/A60XUrY8AFQ/s1600-h/broken+hoop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeI9fEEZIZI/AAAAAAAAAr4/A60XUrY8AFQ/s400/broken+hoop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323885313382752658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't always  look after their hoops. This one is in the playground of one of the abandoned schools near us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-954340713397083428?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/mePEi8D2uvw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/954340713397083428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=954340713397083428" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/954340713397083428?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/954340713397083428?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/mePEi8D2uvw/hoop-dreams.html" title="Hoop Dreams" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SeI9fEEZIZI/AAAAAAAAAr4/A60XUrY8AFQ/s72-c/broken+hoop.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoop-dreams.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8AQXk8eyp7ImA9WxVaFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-1974486970269757694</id><published>2009-04-11T22:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:24:00.773+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-11T22:24:00.773+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Learn Greek" /><title /><content type="html">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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkFnNZsUoI/AAAAAAAAArQ/haxE8b4-FpY/s1600-h/vet+shop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkFnNZsUoI/AAAAAAAAArQ/haxE8b4-FpY/s400/vet+shop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321290605885411970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this mob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just batter right on. K-Teen-ee-ah-tree-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutty as a fruit cake. But you get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-1974486970269757694?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/RqADsyVDUsg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/1974486970269757694/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=1974486970269757694" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1974486970269757694?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1974486970269757694?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/RqADsyVDUsg/one-thing-about-learning-greek-is.html" title="" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkFnNZsUoI/AAAAAAAAArQ/haxE8b4-FpY/s72-c/vet+shop.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-thing-about-learning-greek-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMEQXc7eCp7ImA9WxVaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-3127407750434035847</id><published>2009-04-08T22:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:20:00.900+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-08T22:20:00.900+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life in Kalymnos" /><title>East Beach</title><content type="html">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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkEnhMnriI/AAAAAAAAArI/jZYnIarSxkg/s1600-h/east+beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkEnhMnriI/AAAAAAAAArI/jZYnIarSxkg/s400/east+beach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321289511687663138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three minute walk from the town centre that is. Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-3127407750434035847?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/jZePWN0PJmA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/3127407750434035847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=3127407750434035847" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/3127407750434035847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/3127407750434035847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/jZePWN0PJmA/east-beach.html" title="East Beach" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkEnhMnriI/AAAAAAAAArI/jZYnIarSxkg/s72-c/east+beach.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/04/east-beach.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUGQXszeCp7ImA9WxVaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-8997935571805561175</id><published>2009-04-06T22:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:47:00.580+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-06T22:47:00.580+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greek Culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life in Kalymnos" /><title>National Day of Greece 25th March</title><content type="html">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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: the army walk up and down to military music, waving a flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkLnCO7ehI/AAAAAAAAArg/DADNiUMYemk/s1600-h/national+day+parade+%2826%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkLnCO7ehI/AAAAAAAAArg/DADNiUMYemk/s400/national+day+parade+%2826%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321297199957244434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girls walk up and down to military music, dressed in traditional Kalymnian costume. One girl gets to carry the giant sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkLnvySr8I/AAAAAAAAAro/6dCCENAFtpQ/s1600-h/massive+sponge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkLnvySr8I/AAAAAAAAAro/6dCCENAFtpQ/s400/massive+sponge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321297212185161666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then its all over and everyone can have a fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkLnobwvvI/AAAAAAAAArw/-y6ETdTwTRc/s1600-h/having+a+fag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkLnobwvvI/AAAAAAAAArw/-y6ETdTwTRc/s400/having+a+fag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321297210211614450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-8997935571805561175?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/Xkdj7pbhSPk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/8997935571805561175/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=8997935571805561175" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/8997935571805561175?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/8997935571805561175?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/Xkdj7pbhSPk/national-day-of-greece-25th-march.html" title="National Day of Greece 25th March" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkLnCO7ehI/AAAAAAAAArg/DADNiUMYemk/s72-c/national+day+parade+%2826%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/04/national-day-of-greece-25th-march.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UGR3YzcCp7ImA9WxVbGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-1154302145590687883</id><published>2009-04-05T22:12:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:20:26.888+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-05T22:20:26.888+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tourism" /><title>Welcome (back) to Kalymnos</title><content type="html">This is the bronze mermaid at the entrance to Pothia harbour, the chubby, cheery sea-whore who welcomes one and all to Kalymnos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkDWtuj4XI/AAAAAAAAArA/CF_rfiWUeC4/s1600-h/the+mermaid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkDWtuj4XI/AAAAAAAAArA/CF_rfiWUeC4/s400/the+mermaid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321288123481842034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch some of the climbers disembarking the "Star" and being met by a Kalymnian who happily loads their packs into his boot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah you have a new car" says a French accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," beams the Greek, and an old friendship, albeit a commercial one, is resumed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-1154302145590687883?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/IfuNfOYk4H0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/1154302145590687883/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=1154302145590687883" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1154302145590687883?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1154302145590687883?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/IfuNfOYk4H0/welcome-back-to-kalymnos.html" title="Welcome (back) to Kalymnos" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SdkDWtuj4XI/AAAAAAAAArA/CF_rfiWUeC4/s72-c/the+mermaid.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-back-to-kalymnos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFRnk8eCp7ImA9WxVbEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-1910727486740856466</id><published>2009-03-28T18:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:13:37.770+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-28T19:13:37.770+02:00</app:edited><title>Abandoned School</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sc5aQfyuI7I/AAAAAAAAAq4/W-SZhen9558/s1600-h/exterior+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sc5aQfyuI7I/AAAAAAAAAq4/W-SZhen9558/s400/exterior+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318287449429779378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this abandoned school on the East Side of the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the story is that a local woman left some money to build a school. However, sensing an easy buck, the builders did a cheap job and built the school with leftover cement and bits of cotton wool, pocketing the cash they saved on materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, the school has to be closed down because it's unsafe - it might fall down and wipe out all the kids inside. Result: a cool abandoned school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sc5aQQzf5CI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jFN5rwkafN8/s1600-h/pap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sc5aQQzf5CI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jFN5rwkafN8/s400/pap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318287445406508066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like they had to leave in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sc5aQTQKc5I/AAAAAAAAAqo/fPMEwFV69r8/s1600-h/classroom-+2+pac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sc5aQTQKc5I/AAAAAAAAAqo/fPMEwFV69r8/s400/classroom-+2+pac.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318287446063608722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the kids have been back with spray tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sc5aQCairnI/AAAAAAAAAqg/sTb4X_pzZe4/s1600-h/front+door+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sc5aQCairnI/AAAAAAAAAqg/sTb4X_pzZe4/s400/front+door+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318287441543736946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The front door is locked but there's a big open window round the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sc5aP9fwlJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/3kblp_BgyAk/s1600-h/nicole+outside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sc5aP9fwlJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/3kblp_BgyAk/s400/nicole+outside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318287440223442066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-1910727486740856466?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/-hild-8bEsM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/1910727486740856466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=1910727486740856466" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1910727486740856466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1910727486740856466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/-hild-8bEsM/abandoned-school.html" title="Abandoned School" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/Sc5aQfyuI7I/AAAAAAAAAq4/W-SZhen9558/s72-c/exterior+%284%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/03/abandoned-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQGQXg8fCp7ImA9WxVWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-4020370466383799577</id><published>2009-02-26T23:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:22:00.674+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-26T23:22:00.674+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="walks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life in Kalymnos" /><title>What a Load of Rubbish</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMVMnMaQ1I/AAAAAAAAApo/wTOHQBORImg/s1600-h/DSCN2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMVMnMaQ1I/AAAAAAAAApo/wTOHQBORImg/s400/DSCN2317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306108092396225362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sales brochure for Greece's Aegean islands rightly focus on the pristine beaches and the idyllic mountain/sea scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course: there's more to life, and here on Kalymnos we have a whole neighbourhood, just outside the East End of the town, which is hopelessly devoted to trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a special section of sea cliff for washing machines (above) and a separate beach for crushed cars (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMVMjJCJ6I/AAAAAAAAApw/Kfz8qBuH9DA/s1600-h/DSCN2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMVMjJCJ6I/AAAAAAAAApw/Kfz8qBuH9DA/s400/DSCN2319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306108091308320674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite is the boneyard of battered lorries and fucked up fridges. It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMX6pmZw1I/AAAAAAAAAp4/wQLSbOqAn7Q/s1600-h/DSCN2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMX6pmZw1I/AAAAAAAAAp4/wQLSbOqAn7Q/s400/DSCN2314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306111082339353426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMX7N2ZqCI/AAAAAAAAAqI/cNS7c21TmpQ/s1600-h/DSCN2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMX7N2ZqCI/AAAAAAAAAqI/cNS7c21TmpQ/s400/DSCN2301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306111092070131746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMX69YLZMI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HKpZdZaeJ90/s1600-h/DSCN2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMX69YLZMI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HKpZdZaeJ90/s400/DSCN2309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306111087648400578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, if you're from Kalymnos Council and you're rading this, don't freak out - I'm not trying to put tourists off our Aegean paradise, I'm trying to attract artists. They love this stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-4020370466383799577?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/twJMo6Xzmuc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/4020370466383799577/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=4020370466383799577" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/4020370466383799577?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/4020370466383799577?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/twJMo6Xzmuc/what-load-of-rubbish.html" title="What a Load of Rubbish" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMVMnMaQ1I/AAAAAAAAApo/wTOHQBORImg/s72-c/DSCN2317.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-load-of-rubbish.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUMQX0zfSp7ImA9WxVWFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-6073139872341586723</id><published>2009-02-24T23:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:18:00.385+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-24T23:18:00.385+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greek Culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shops" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life in Kalymnos" /><title>Secret Backstreet Casino</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMTb3OCnmI/AAAAAAAAApg/lJCSwgfTi24/s1600-h/secret+casino+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMTb3OCnmI/AAAAAAAAApg/lJCSwgfTi24/s400/secret+casino+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306106155372813922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find stuff out all the time. Apparently this completely innocuous building in the backstreets behind the Alphabank is actually a casino and is full of blokes gambling each other into early graves, all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lights, no sign, no nothing and yet there it is, the pit of all morals. Fancy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-6073139872341586723?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/aEwIbrh7udg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/6073139872341586723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=6073139872341586723" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/6073139872341586723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/6073139872341586723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/aEwIbrh7udg/secret-backstreet-casino.html" title="Secret Backstreet Casino" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMTb3OCnmI/AAAAAAAAApg/lJCSwgfTi24/s72-c/secret+casino+%281%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/02/secret-backstreet-casino.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EBRHk4fip7ImA9WxVWFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-1430900592284105284</id><published>2009-02-23T22:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:40:55.736+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-23T22:40:55.736+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Just Looking at a Dead Fish</title><content type="html">What's that slimy thing hanging off the handlebar's of that guy's wee motorbike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMI1SifVOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/CDQ9nm_F5tI/s1600-h/fish+hanging+off+bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMI1SifVOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/CDQ9nm_F5tI/s400/fish+hanging+off+bike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306094497575163106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why, it's a huge ugly dead fish! Looks like it only died a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMI1icfJLI/AAAAAAAAApY/z1Yf9Q3GOw8/s1600-h/fish+hanging+off+bike+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMI1icfJLI/AAAAAAAAApY/z1Yf9Q3GOw8/s400/fish+hanging+off+bike+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306094501844952242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees us looking at his huge ugly dead fish and comes out of the cafe to try and sell us it but we're like "naw mate - its all right - just looking".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-1430900592284105284?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/IJCB1x83DrE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/1430900592284105284/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=1430900592284105284" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1430900592284105284?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/1430900592284105284?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/IJCB1x83DrE/just-looking-at-dead-fish.html" title="Just Looking at a Dead Fish" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SaMI1SifVOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/CDQ9nm_F5tI/s72-c/fish+hanging+off+bike.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-looking-at-dead-fish.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIEQHY6eyp7ImA9WxVXGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776038455796539408.post-332407871202600647</id><published>2009-02-17T08:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:08:21.813+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-17T09:08:21.813+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shops" /><title>Disco Inferno</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SZpg-E2MllI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YFOIe9IJezs/s1600-h/burned+out+record+shop+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SZpg-E2MllI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YFOIe9IJezs/s400/burned+out+record+shop+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303658130751395410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's something that we've never seen in Kalymnos: a burned out shop. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Old Jukebox Record Shop&lt;/span&gt; disappeared in a puff of smoke last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows how they put it out. In the year and a half we've been here, I've not seen anything resembling a fire station or a fire engine. If we had a fire in the house I wouldn't know who to call. Mind you - we don't even have a phone, so I suppose its a moot point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was kind of nostalgic because life in Glasgow was full of burned out shops. So, to whoever started the fire: thanks. (Not that we're saying this was an insurance job because as we all know, record shops are the businesses of the future - this "downloading" nonsense will never take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SZpiKBiYgEI/AAAAAAAAApA/U6Ct_DzDExU/s1600-h/burned+out+record+shop+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SZpiKBiYgEI/AAAAAAAAApA/U6Ct_DzDExU/s400/burned+out+record+shop+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303659435533041730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3776038455796539408-332407871202600647?l=weareingreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/weareingreece/~4/pv7l24Q6POQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/feeds/332407871202600647/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3776038455796539408&amp;postID=332407871202600647" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/332407871202600647?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3776038455796539408/posts/default/332407871202600647?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/weareingreece/~3/pv7l24Q6POQ/disco-inferno.html" title="Disco Inferno" /><author><name>Paul Diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717604397911739257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKe7TtqCpo/TiBZpCE9hFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/tpctYGMmIYY/s220/dr%2Bpaul%2Bnew%2Bposes%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8p_RiTk7VuE/SZpg-E2MllI/AAAAAAAAAo4/YFOIe9IJezs/s72-c/burned+out+record+shop+%283%29.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://weareingreece.blogspot.com/2009/02/disco-inferno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

