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+===== Three Months' Long Service Leave - Part 2. =====
-=MONTHS' LONG SERVICE LEA...1TE
+by Evelyn Walker.
-by Evelyn Walker. LINDOS.
-The 11.30 bus from Rhodes city took us along the 56 km run down the east coast to Lindos. It was full of tourists and baggage and one elderly local woman decided to sit with her shopping on the floor. An hour and a half later we pulled into the village square which had a large leafy tree in
-the middle. The square was on the edge of the village and that was as far
-as traffic could go. On a rocky outcrop above the village, with the white, box-like houses clustered at its feet, rose the impressive battlemented
-acropolis, and beneath us the sweep of the bay, where some people were
-stretched on the sand. And the air was filled with the sweet scent of lemon blossom.
-Shouldering my pack I walked down into the main street looking for
-pension.Athina. Some 10-12 feet in width and cobbled, the main street was
-lined for quite a distance with the prettiest Greek dresses, blouses and skirts. Quite a surprise: The little whitewashed shops on each side had metal rails running along the wall with holes for hangers, which served
-excellently to display the clothing. Warm invitations to look at other
-goods came from every direction.
-No one I asked had heard of Pension Athina but at last someone suggested
-enquire at Alexi's bar. There a helpful man offered to show me the way, but the place was closed and very unpromising. Back to Alexi's. Then a
-boy, was sent and a man appeared who fortunately knew of the arrangement. Purther down the cobbled street, right at a shop which I fixed in my memory,
-then left down another street hardly six feet wide and we stopped at a gate
-in the long white wall. At last I was to see into one of those courtyards:
-Inside there was a whitewashed one-storey house, with attractive plants
-trailing up it, and a stair on one side leading to two rooms at the top, with
-a narrow room between containing a basin and loo. Over part of the family home there was a flat roof with a clothes line and pegs, together with a . :shower rose, rail and curtain, so that one might have enjoyed an al fresco: -shower if the day was not windy. There was an excellent view of the acro-
-polis and other rooftops. Below was the secluded courtyard - - a real retreat from the throng outside.
-Back to Alexi's again, where I would be having my breakfast, and I sat at a table in the street under a tree enjoying a 'hotdog' from next door all that seemed to be offering, as Alexi's only serves breakfast. However the hotdog consisted of slices of hot meat wrapped in an envelope of bread and tasted very good.
-The urge to explore had now become irresistible. The little cobbled streets, ranging in width from 10 to 4 feet, edged with long white walls and drained by neat little slots running down the centre, were all equally enticing. The only traffic which used them was motorised carts used to deliver food and drink, and they rattled over the cobbles sounding like motor bikes. On the way towards the acropolis there was an old Byzantine church, plain on the outside by amazingly ornate within. The large arched entrance with its notice asking women to be modestly dressed led to a domed interior with two short domed wings. In the dim light given by a candelabra
-Page 6	TEE SYDNEY BUSHWAIKER	January, 1982.
-one could make out the carved wood, painted in gold, and an intricately carved gold screen with tha.usual.paintinga.of saints._ To the left a lofty red Pu pit gave a good view of the congregation. The air was filled with incense.
-On leaving I climbed up some well made cobbled steps edged with square blocks of stone up the rock to the acropolis. On either side of thepath for 100 yards the ground was spread with hand-worked lace tablecloths in white and off-white and women pleaded with us to examine them. The work was excellent and the p:Ace cheap but I just couldn't-think of a use for .a. lace tablecloth, so kept going to the entrance, only to find that the gate' would not be opening until 4 pm. Relieved to find another path down, which would avoid the tablecloth women, I had a drink on the beach, resolved to come to terms with the Greek siesta.
-The climb back to the acropolis by the second path revealed its purpose - to provide sidesaddle donkey rides for those who did not want to walk up the
-steep path. The acropolis is certainly impressive from the outside. Set, on a hill of steep cliffs of attractively coloured and eroded rock, it gives a commanding view of the little bay. Entry was gained by a steep flight of
-pink/brown steps to an arched doorway which led through well-preserved walls. Inside there were several groups of columns and part of an old building in the same warm brown - interesting, but less so than the walls. Down on one side was the little natural harbour, entirely undeveloped, where St. Paul is
-thought to have landed.
-At 8 pm I went to the nearest restaurant, 0 Perikli, just round the corner and, seeing it nearly full, concluded that it must be good. It was
-a,little spartan. The tablecloths were covered with clean paper secured by
-an elastic band which ran right round. The people appeared to be largely locals and people travelling cheaply as the place made no pretence of attracting tourists like the smarter places. But the moussaka and tomato salad . were second to none. A small girl of about five busied herself with clearing the bottles and struggling to spread a clean paper cloth on a nearby table. She was helped and encouraged by her proud father. The Greeks are obviously fond of their children and show it.
-After dinner when darkness had fallen Lindos became even more enchanting. The narrow streets were lit by attractive lamps' attached to the walls at each corner and beckon one to go on to the next. The village seemed so safe and happy. Further on were the smarter restaurants, but there'were few people - in them by then.
-That night the one warm blanket on the bed was by no means warm.enou
-On the wardrobe a pile of flokati rugs offered the Only solution and I spreaki one on my bed and slept.
- Twiddling the four taps in the washroom next morning in a vain hunt for hot water for the basin, I was suddenly sprayed with cold. Looking up, I noticed a shower rose in the ceiling which soaked everything in the tiny space - loo, basin, walls, window - and any clothing. Not having the familiar bush- walking garbage bag to keep things dry would make showering difficult. But it was an obvious improvement on the one outside.
-From the flat roof it was easy to see that many one-storey houses had
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-similar upstairs accommodation. I wondered how the families had .been able to raise the capital, and whether the government might have helped as an excellent way of increasing accommodation without changing the appearance of the village.
-Round a few corners for breakfast at Alexi's, consisting of hot bread, jam and 'Nescoffee'. Bacon and eggs were also available but no fresh orange juice, despite me fact that the tiny fruit shop contained plenty of oranges.
-Climbing some steps from the square in order to get above the village
-I found the way blocked. by almost sheer rock. On the way down I came upon a man hoeing-a tiny flat area -- no more than eight by five feet, edged with a wall of stones cleared from the soil. Tomatoes were being grown. Further down similar tiny plots were raising onions and cucumbers. Every possible patch was put to use.
-After buying a cheese roll and apple cake I decided to alk to Lardos,' the next village, some 8 km away. A-German couple on the way told :me that a tiny hamlet called. Pefki, containing two restaurants and about ten people, was not far. They were planning to move there as they found Lindos too crowded. It certainly did fill up when the tourist buses started arriving and the slow queue climbed to the acropolis, but early or late it 'seemed delightful to me. Pefki turned out to be bigger than expected, but very scattered. The road resembled a dirt road in the Australian bush, with
-and rocks in places, but otherwise good. Than I came to a few very comfortable houses -- more like expensive ones in Australia -- overlooking the sea and Owning boats. Obviously millionaires' (or foreigners') alley.
-Along a well made main road for five minutes, down another dirt road, and there was Lardos. In the heart of the village of newly painted and . tumbledown houses was an attractive fountain, at which a woman filled a large pottery water jar, but there were no neat slots down the streets to drain the water, which flowed haphazardly. .Another woman standing in her doorway addressed me in halting French and invited me inside. The home seemed to have only one bright blue room with a ceiling lined with wood, and containing two beds and a table, a television and a fridge. . She offered me a boiled' sweet and told me she had to go and bake some bread - there must have been a little bakehouse at the back.
-After dinner that evening in one of the smarter restaurants I saw a notice outside a taverna advertising the televising of a football match between Liverpool and Munich. This brought in a fair crowd of supporters and I waS lucky to get a seat with four friendly Germans to watch the full-colour programme, but I didn't stay long enough to find out who won.
-On an early walk to the square next day I saw two elderly man sitting chatting under the thee. I went back for my camera but when I returned they had gone and the tourist buses were filling the square. Up on the rock the slow column of people was crawling up to the acropolis. Time to get out.
-I could have taken a ride on one of the buses going back to Rhodes and dropped off at one of the stops, but decided to walk to another village, Kalathos. The air was filled with a pleasant aromatic scent which I traced to a plant with pale blue flowers, but the amateur botanist who just happened along at
-.	.
+__Lindos__.
-that moment couldn't identify it, though he had come to LindDs for a holiday to study the plants. Round the corner, and there was somebody's pride and joy - a large modern hotel in its own bay. ' I felt grateful for my little courtyard.
-Kalathos was very small, yet even there building was going on. I noticed the sane' interesting practice as in other Places - every building has a number, even the church. Some zealous numberer has slapped still fairly new numbers an new and derelict building alike. On the way back lout across a ridge to the beach. The day-trippers had gone and the charm of Lindos returned in the evening sunshine.
+The 11.30 bus from Rhodes city took us along the 56 km run down the east coast to Lindos. It was full of tourists and baggage and one elderly local woman decided to sit with her shopping on the floor. An hour and a half later we pulled into the village square which had a large leafy tree in the middle. The square was on the edge of the village and that was as far as traffic could go. On a rocky outcrop above the village, with the white, box-like houses clustered at its feet, rose the impressive battlemented acropolis, and beneath us the sweep of the bay, where some people were stretched on the sand. And the air was filled with the sweet scent of lemon blossom.
-A delicious dinner of sat siki (yoghourt and onions) and I was ready for Socrates' bar, where I met again a young fellow who was.uorking in Lindos all summer at the Acropolis disco. He invited some of us along but the noise was earsplitting and I didn't stay long.
-And so the next morning, after a quick walk round before the tourists
-arrived, I caught the early bus back to Rhodes and then on to the airport for
-my flight to Athens. I had been told in Australia that it is Lindos which
-Rhodes for the tourist and certainly it's as well worth seeing as the capital. But it's essential to stay for a few nights, in a little pension With a courtyard, to enjoy its charm to the full.
+Shouldering my pack I walked down into the main street looking for Pension Athina. Some 10-12 feet in width and cobbled, the main street was lined for quite a distance with the prettiest Greek dresses, blouses and skirts. Quite a surprise! The little whitewashed shops on each side had metal rails running along the wall with holes for hangers, which served excellently to display the clothing. Warm invitations to look at other goods came from every direction.
+No one I asked had heard of Pension Athina but at last someone suggested enquire at Alexi's bar. There a helpful man offered to show me the way, but the place was closed and very unpromising. Back to Alexi's. Then a boy was sent and a man appeared who fortunately knew of the arrangement. Further down the cobbled street, right at a shop which I fixed in my memory, then left down another street hardly six feet wide and we stopped at a gate in the long white wall. At last I was to see into one of those courtyards! Inside there was a whitewashed one-storey house, with attractive plants trailing up it, and a stair on one side leading to two rooms at the top, with a narrow room between containing a basin and loo. Over part of the family home there was a flat roof with a clothes line and pegs, together with a shower rose, rail and curtain, so that one might have enjoyed an al fresco shower if the day was not windy. There was an excellent view of the acropolis and other rooftops. Below was the secluded courtyard - a real retreat from the throng outside.
+Back to Alexi's again, where I would be having my breakfast, and I sat at a table in the street under a tree enjoying a 'hotdog' from next door - all that seemed to be offering, as Alexi's only serves breakfast. However the hotdog consisted of slices of hot meat wrapped in an envelope of bread and tasted very good.
+The urge to explore had now become irresistible. The little cobbled streets, ranging in width from 10 to 4 feet, edged with long white walls and drained by neat little slots running down the centre, were all equally enticing. The only traffic which used them was motorised carts used to deliver food and drink, and they rattled over the cobbles sounding like motor bikes. On the way towards the acropolis there was an old Byzantine church, plain on the outside by amazingly ornate within. The large arched entrance with its notice asking women to be modestly dressed led to a domed interior with two short domed wings. In the dim light given by a candelabra one could make out the carved wood, painted in gold, and an intricately carved gold screen with the usual paintings of saints. To the left a lofty red pulpit gave a good view of the congregation. The air was filled with incense.
+On leaving I climbed up some well made cobbled steps edged with square blocks of stone up the rock to the acropolis. On either side of the path for 100 yards the ground was spread with hand-worked lace tablecloths in white and off-white and women pleaded with us to examine them. The work was excellent and the price cheap but I just couldn't think of a use for a lace tablecloth, so kept going to the entrance, only to find that the gate would not be opening until 4 pm. Relieved to find another path down, which would avoid the tablecloth women, I had a drink on the beach, resolved to come to terms with the Greek siesta.
+The climb back to the acropolis by the second path revealed its purpose - to provide sidesaddle donkey rides for those who did not want to walk up the steep path. The acropolis is certainly impressive from the outside. Set on a hill of steep cliffs of attractively coloured and eroded rock, it gives a commanding view of the little bay. Entry was gained by a steep flight of pink/brown steps to an arched doorway which led through well-preserved walls. Inside there were several groups of columns and part of an old building in the same warm brown - interesting, but less so than the walls. Down on one side was the little natural harbour, entirely undeveloped, where St. Paul is thought to have landed.
+At 8 pm I went to the nearest restaurant, O Perikli, just round the corner and, seeing it nearly full, concluded that it must be good. It was a little spartan. The tablecloths were covered with clean paper secured by an elastic band which ran right round. The people appeared to be largely locals and people travelling cheaply as the place made no pretence of attracting tourists like the smarter places. But the moussaka and tomato salad were second to none. A small girl of about five busied herself with clearing the bottles and struggling to spread a clean paper cloth on a nearby table. She was helped and encouraged by her proud father. The Greeks are obviously fond of their children and show it.
+After dinner when darkness had fallen Lindos became even more enchanting. The narrow streets were lit by attractive lamps attached to the walls at each corner and beckon one to go on to the next. The village seemed so safe and happy. Further on were the smarter restaurants, but there were few people in them by then.
+That night the one warm blanket on the bed was by no means warm enough. On the wardrobe a pile of flokati rugs offered the only solution and I spread one on my bed and slept.
+Twiddling the four taps in the washroom next morning in a vain hunt for hot water for the basin, I was suddenly sprayed with cold. Looking up, I noticed a shower rose in the ceiling which soaked everything in the tiny space - loo, basin, walls, window - and any clothing. Not having the familiar bush-walking garbage bag to keep things dry would make showering difficult. But it was an obvious improvement on the one outside.
+From the flat roof it was easy to see that many one-storey houses had similar upstairs accommodation. I wondered how the families had been able to raise the capital, and whether the government might have helped as an excellent way of increasing accommodation without changing the appearance of the village.
+Round a few corners for breakfast at Alexi's, consisting of hot bread, jam and 'Nescoffee'. Bacon and eggs were also available but no fresh orange juice, despite the fact that the tiny fruit shop contained plenty of oranges.
+Climbing some steps from the square in order to get above the village I found the way blocked by almost sheer rock. On the way down I came upon a man hoeing a tiny flat area - no more than eight by five feet, edged with a wall of stones cleared from the soil. Tomatoes were being grown. Further down similar tiny plots were raising onions and cucumbers. Every possible patch was put to use.
+After buying a cheese roll and apple cake I decided to walk to Lardos, the next village, some 8 km away. A German couple on the way told me that a tiny hamlet called Pefki, containing two restaurants and about ten people, was not far. They were planning to move there as they found Lindos too crowded. It certainly did fill up when the tourist buses started arriving and the slow queue climbed to the acropolis, but early or late it seemed delightful to me. Pefki turned out to be bigger than expected, but very scattered. The road resembled a dirt road in the Australian bush, with ruts and rocks in places, but otherwise good. Then I came to a few very comfortable houses - more like expensive ones in Australia - overlooking the sea and owning boats. Obviously millionaires' (or foreigners') alley.
+Along a well made main road for five minutes, down another dirt road, and there was Lardos. In the heart of the village of newly painted and tumbledown houses was an attractive fountain, at which a woman filled a large pottery water jar, but there were no neat slots down the streets to drain the water, which flowed haphazardly. Another woman standing in her doorway addressed me in halting French and invited me inside. The home seemed to have only one bright blue room with a ceiling lined with wood, and containing two beds and a table, a television and a fridge. . She offered me a boiled sweet and told me she had to go and bake some bread - there must have been a little bakehouse at the back.
+After dinner that evening in one of the smarter restaurants I saw a notice outside a taverna advertising the televising of a football match between Liverpool and Munich. This brought in a fair crowd of supporters and I was lucky to get a seat with four friendly Germans to watch the full-colour programme, but I didn't stay long enough to find out who won.
+On an early walk to the square next day I saw two elderly man sitting chatting under the tree. I went back for my camera but when I returned they had gone and the tourist buses were filling the square. Up on the rock the slow column of people was crawling up to the acropolis. Time to get out. I could have taken a ride on one of the buses going back to Rhodes and dropped off at one of the stops, but decided to walk to another village, Kalathos. The air was filled with a pleasant aromatic scent which I traced to a plant with pale blue flowers, but the amateur botanist who just happened along at that moment couldn't identify it, though he had come to Lindos for a holiday to study the plants. Round the corner, and there was somebody's pride and joy - a large modern hotel in its own bay. I felt grateful for my little courtyard.
+Kalathos was very small, yet even there building was going on. I noticed the same interesting practice as in other places - every building has a number, even the church. Some zealous numberer has slapped still fairly new numbers on new and derelict building alike. On the way back I cut across a ridge to the beach. The day-trippers had gone and the charm of Lindos returned in the evening sunshine.
+A delicious dinner of satsiki (yoghourt and onions) and I was ready for Socrates' bar, where I met again a young fellow who was working in Lindos all summer at the Acropolis disco. He invited some of us along but the noise was earsplitting and I didn't stay long.
+And so the next morning, after a quick walk round before the tourists arrived, I caught the early bus back to Rhodes and then on to the airport for my flight to Athens. I had been told in Australia that it is Lindos which 'sells' Rhodes for the tourist and certainly it's as well worth seeing as the capital. But it's essential to stay for a few nights, in a little pension with a courtyard, to enjoy its charm to the full.
+----
+===== Letter To The Editor. =====
-LETTER TO THE EDITOR.
 Dear Helen,
 As one who has been going to "Coolana" for quite a few years, I would like to thank you and Dot Butler for the use of the mattresses in the building. I am sure I speak for many other people.
 The destruction of these items is regretable and contrary to the usual spirit of co-operation.
-Let's hope the Coolana Committee is consulted in the future. JOHN REDFMIN.
-NOTICE TO ATJt MEMBERS.
+Let's hope the Coolana Committee is consulted in the future.
+John Redfern.
+----
+===== Notices. =====
+=== Notice to all members. ===
 The list of members with addresses and telephone numbers which will be sent out with the Annual Report will be compiled in the first two weeks of February.
-Would members Please notify the Hon. Secretary as soon as possible of any changes of address or 'phone number or any other correction of last year's entry which has not to date been given to her.
-SHEILA BINNS. Hon. Secretary.
+Would members please notify the Hon. Secretary as soon as possible of any changes of address or 'phone number or any other correction of last year's entry which has not to date been given to her.
-ASSISTANCE REWIRED'.
-	The.National-Parks & Wildlife Foundation is seeking helpers for a Door Knock Appeal .to- be held on Sunday 28th. February 182.
+Sheila Binns. Hon. Secretary.
-Interested members are asked to phone AUDREY CROLL on 997,1951 (Home) or 92,1084 (Business).
-XXX	XXXXXXX
+=== Assistance required. ===
-DISCOUNT- .ON itiOT'OG-RAPHI SUPPLIES.
-Rod (rHecl) Carruthers i6 Offering a lO discount on films, photographs
+The National Parks & Wildlife Foundation is seeking helpers for a Door Knock Appeal to be held on Sunday 28th. February '82.
-and equipment from Paxtons Camera House, 283 George Street, to all members of S.B.W.
-SKI-ING.
+Interested members are asked to phone Audrey Croll on 997,1951 (Home) or 92,1084 (Business).
-Ski-ing.at Lake Jindabyne Sport '&11ecreation Centre between
-.26th June - 2nd July.
+=== Discount on photographic supplies. ===
-$15 a day for adults, including .3 meals a day and bed ($105 for the week).
-$6.50. a day for Lessons and use of T-Bar..'
+Rod ('Hec') Carruthers is offering a l0% discount on films, photographs and equipment from Paxtons Camera House, 283 George Street, to all members of S.B.W.
+=== Ski-ing. ===
+Ski-ing at Lake Jindabyne Sport & Recreation Centre between 26th June - 2nd July.
+$15 a day for adults, including 3 meals a day and bed ($105 for the week).
+$6.50 a day for Lessons and use of T-Bar.
 $7 Equipment Hire for first day then $3 a day thereafter.
-ContactBRUGE.Pgai on .4344727 br28th February. *xxxxx
-IS	BUSHWALKERS
+Contact Bruce Lumby on 4114727 by 28th February.
- Lightweight Tents  Sleeping Bags  Rucksacks  Climbing Et Caving Gear  Maps  Clothing a Boots I  Food.
+----
+=== Eastwood Camping Centre. ===
+__Bushwalkers__.
+Lightweight Tents - Sleeping Bags - Rucksacks - Climbing & Caving Gear - Maps - Clothing - Boots - Food.
+__Camping equipment__.
+Large Tents - Stoves - Lamps - Folding Furniture.
+__Distributors of__:
+Paddymade - Karrimor - Berghaus - Hallmark - Bergans - Caribee - Fairydown - Silva - Primus - Companion - and all leading brands.
+Proprietors: Jack & Nancy Fox. Sales Manager: David Fox.
+Eastwood Canvas Good & Camping Supplies.
+Trelawney St., Eastwood, NSW, 2122. Phone 858 2775.
+----
 BELFRY.