Chios and Its Streets Like Film Plateau

The ferry of Ertürk Lines did not seem very professional to me.. Even the gunners ferries are in better condition. We are in Chios in an hour.. Somehow I’m at the front and I’m the first to step on the island. One day before, we learned from the information circulating on the internet that there was a person named Deniz living on the island.. We called and booked a car.. On the way to him, we thought we should ask another place and we saw that reserving the car in advance is very expensive. Automatic gearboxes give up to 25 euros per day, which we reserved for 30 euros, they give a manual gearbox.. All side by side and very close to the ferry port anyway.. I say don’t go around a few shops and rent it without getting a price.. In fact, when we give an extra 5 euros per day, they allow us to bring it in the evening on the last day.. It was like we had rented a total of three days.

Nea Moni Monastery

One of the best parts of being in Greece for me is as soon as I go is to turn on the radio and listen to Greek music, but the radio does not receive anything other than a few Turkish channels. Of course, we don’t know yet that it won’t pull all the way to the other side of the island, and that the Greek channels that draw there are just sizzling.

As we got our car, the Nea Moni Monastery’ We intend to see. Nea Moni Monastery is 15 km from the center of Chios. It has a road that is constantly twisting and climbing. Signs guide you. Are we lost in many places? Have we passed? don’t think like us. Don’t leave the main road. There is a sign at the beginning of the road leading to the monastery.

The monastery, which is on the

UNESCO WORLD CULTURAL HERITAGE list, is undergoing renovations. It is thought to have been founded in 1042 by three priests.. It is the most important Byzantine monument on the island.. I read that the dome and clock tower were destroyed in an earthquake in 1881.. I think they fixed it. But the buildings at the back are completely destroyed.

I want to take a photo of the building when I enter through the main gate.. Meanwhile, a priest is carrying bags of things.. When she sees me taking a picture, she hurriedly hides behind the tree and doesn’t come out.. We both wait for each other to leave but neither of us move. Finally saying something to the employees. Turns out it was my problem.

I want to photograph the monastery, not her. Is it forbidden to take complete pictures, or is it only forbidden to photograph the priest? I can not understand. The priest followed me step by step during my entire monastery tour.. Every time I take a picture, it gets in my frame and runs away.. Unbelievable. However, if he stays still and I take photos of the monastery, everyone will be comfortable.

How to do an Exchange in Chios?

We visited the monastery and came here. we go down the road and get fuel. My friend wants to convert his francs to euros. Forgot to change money. I’m looking for a place to stop in the crowded traffic of the square, going down to the center.. My friend says he got permission from the police and leaves me saying “I’m going to the bank”. Afterwards, I have to fight first with the police, then with the bus stop, then with the taxi drivers, whoever comes in front of me.. That cop comes after me and writes something. We probably ate. I’ll add future developments here. I can’t get away from the square.. We are abroad, our phones are off. He won’t know where to find me if I go. I can’t remember how many times I left the car in ridiculous places in that hot weather, how many times I walked and waited where I dropped it, how many times I went crazy.. I think I was a bit of a husband. My hair turned gray.

Even after an hour and a half, I still think something happened to her.. Then I go to the bank because the bank said. My friend is on a Greek island, in the air-conditioned waiting room of a bank, waiting for his turn for hours, but he doesn’t even turn around and notify me.. We just arrived a few hours ago, we’re here together for three days and I’m not having any fun. When you get off the ferry and a short distance away, you will see many exchanges in the center.. Bring TL or dollars to such small islands instead of francs.. Even before you come, do your job in Çeşme.

Mavra Volia, Emporios

Following the Pirgi signs on the map we have, we leave the center of Chios.. It’s not so hard. When you leave the port behind and continue on the coastal road, the signs direct you.. The roads are very smooth but narrow. There are no people. We go alone on the road. There are only a few vehicles in between.

On our way, we first pass a village called Armolia. This place is famous for its ceramic craftsmanship.. I can’t help but buy myself some very nice soup cups. When you don’t multiply the euro by 5.5, it becomes very cheap.. When it hits, it causes palpitations in people.. (At that time there was no Euro 7 Lira yet. It’s actually a good day. I wasn’t aware)

While I’m about to faint from the heat, I want to take advantage of the midday heat at Mavra Volia. Just before Pirgi, you need to enter from the Emporios sign. Don’t look for the Mavra Volia sign for nothing, because it doesn’t exist. This volcanic black stone beach is the beach of the village of Emporios.

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Signs are like that too. When you leave the main road, you are at the beach in a short time.. There is a free parking lot at the entrance.. There are so few people it’s unbelievable. No sunbeds, no umbrellas. No one is standing over you. There’s a tavern in a corner. You can drink your coffee or beer if you want.. Quietly.

There are no people but three or five people. One can’t help but think what it would be like if it were us.. When you walk from the tavern on the right, other than the main beach, you come across a bigger and imposing black beach.. There are only two people here. Most of the people on the beach are Turkish anyway.. They say that if you hold these stones in your palm and warm them, they have a magnetic power.. Let’s try and see. I dived, I got out. I left my stress in the water at noon and now I’m going to explore the other parts of the island.

Pirgi and its Gorgeous Patterned Houses

The name of the village on our way that I was very curious about when I saw its photos Pirgi. The top of the buildings here is covered with decorations called Ksista. All the houses, all the streets are patterned. These patterns were obtained with cement.. According to a rumor, Cristof Colomb stayed here before he went on his world tour, but no one has such information if I ask.

There are many tables and chairs to sit and have a drink in the village square.. The problem is that there aren’t many people living or wandering on the island.. why did i ask about it. It’s actually a great thing. Aunts were enjoying coffee and biscuits in front of the doors, while we were not sure which of the beautiful houses to photograph by letting ourselves go to its narrow streets.. of course i made friends. I tasted that biscuit.

The interesting thing is that they didn’t look at the camera when the photo was taken.. Most photos do not respond to my request. I had already learned on the island of Thassos not to take pictures of women dressed in black.. They are grieving women whose husbands have died. Gotta respect. Click here to read my Tahassos article.

We produce photos like postcards. I’m walking through one of the narrowest streets of my life. The abbaras we know from Mardin houses are everywhere here, too.. I’m never going. We find a gift shop. The miniature magnets of those beautiful Pirgi houses, soaps, olive oil, chewing gum jams… Prices fluctuate between 3-5 euros.

Mesta and Labyrinth Streets

At the request of my friend who is tired and hungry from wandering around Olympi on the condition that we come tomorrow and go to Mesta’. Like other villages on the island, Mesta has high walls and is like a labyrinth.. This is the characteristic of the villages here. It was built like a pentagon shaped labyrinth with high walls to protect it from pirate attacks, the Genoese, the Ottomans, and always in time.

The city had two gates at first.. Now it has four gates. The towers at every corner are now used as houses.. A healthy stay in Chios can only be done in the center.. In Mesta we were able to find only Anna’s house at first. nothing but internet. 40 euro a night stay. My friend and I go out when Anna, who doesn’t get a penny, makes a gesture “if it works for you”.. “I’m going to sleep for a few hours anyway. I’ll sleep in the car” I say. My friend surprises me by saying that I can sleep too.

Mesta Port

We want to give up the hotel, go down to the port and have dinner.. There are two taverns in Mesta Port. Sitting in one and drowning ourselves in amazing seafood. I can’t learn the name of the tavern because the sign is in Greek. We eat many things from octopus to squid to ouzo and pay 40 euros.. Chios is a few euros more expensive than other Greek islands.

When the evening chill starts, we go inside and use the internet.. I tell the people in the tavern when our friend is disturbed by the long hours we spend.. When we say we can’t find a place to stay, they tell us to pull the car in front of the tavern first.. I want to see Mesta illuminated at night with the comfort of this.. My friend will stay in the car and rest. I release myself to the streets where no one is. The genie is playing ball. While I’m taking a photo or a video, someone passes me and I think that he is following me, and I have my first heart palpitation.. If anything, no one is around.

How I managed to get out of the village with only 4 exits. you don’t want to. Now I have to walk under the steep walls and find a door. Luckily I found it without much searching.. I’m chatting with a smoking woman in front of the door as I walk. I say “where are these people”. I learn that most of them live in other countries such as America, they only come in the summer, and there are not many tourists since it is weekdays.

There are only 50 people living in Mesta.. All those houses are empty. Isn’t it a miracle that he was able to understand and explain all this without speaking either Turkish, Greek or English? I don’t know how long we talked but we agreed. I’m hugging and leaving. I can’t let go without a hug.

Mesta And Joon

When we get back to Mesta Port again, I pull the car in front of the tavern. Joon says we can stay with him. I think Joon owns the tavern. The road brings great people to me. Back to Mesta. The lower floor of the house is domed, the very steep wooden staircase leads to the upper floor.. There is another wooden mezzanine on the upper floor, which has very high ceilings.. That mezzanine ceiling is too low. I can’t stand, I’m not tall either. Joon gives us clean sheets. We will stay in the room of her son and daughter.. Her children live in Athens.

I go around the house asking questions I’m stuck on a photo. Joon describes the people in the photo like this. “Father father on the back (pointing with finger), mother mother mother on left, mother mother mother on right.” As it can be understood from here, there are not many English speakers in these parts.. We still don’t speak any language. There is no need for people of the same spirit to speak the same language.. That photo was taken at the door of the house we stayed in.

He gives us gum jam as a gift.. Then he makes a morning coffee and says goodbye. They call Turkish coffee Greek coffee.. Joon puts something like milk in it. I loved it a lot. It was just like dibek coffee. I went and searched and found. Joon is waiting for us again. So I invited him to Istanbul.

I slept in a medieval house in a medieval village on a Greek island.. I looked at the street from the window of that house. Sometimes things like this don’t work if you pay. While walking around the streets for the last time in the morning, we see a hotel right next to the square where we asked for a hotel.. The waitress who paid 70 euros for the hotel did not tell us about it.. We were compelled to Anna’s house. We’ll see if we walk two more steps.. This hotel is immaculate and very beautiful. Internet, breakfast everything is available and 40 euro. could stay here. It’s not wise to give money to Anna’s house. The name of the Lida Mary Rooms Suites hotel. This is what it says on the +30 6976629668(Tasos) sign.

Olympi, Miniature Pirgi

We’re going to the village of Olympi that I couldn’t see yesterday. Let’s see the Olympi Cave’ near this village first.. An uncle with a motor we asked for the way changed his way, fell in front of us and led us for a while.. As we learned later, it opened late.. It’s up to the next development to see it.. Don’t hit the road like me so I can see the cave early in the morning.. Greek people ekabir. Olympi, like Mesta’s little one. High walls and labyrinth streets from the same pirate attacks.

As far as I understand, Mesta is more touristic and well-kept.. While having breakfast in the tiny square here, a woman asks us where we are from.. Her eyes sparkle with joy when she hears that she is Turkish and Istanbul. Says “Welcome” in Turkish. He tells that he was born in Istanbul. A breakfast is 7.5 euros and it’s enough for two people.

Our Fuel Problem Begins on the Way to Lithi

My friend has been to Chios five times for the day.. He really liked Lithi’. Our next stop will be there, but our vehicle’s gas light is on.. we had little. We thought we’d fill it up when we’re done, but this process is not valid for Chios.

We find a gas station, but a woman tells us “no gas” with a strange expression on her face.. At first we say “we’ll buy from the next”. The expression on that face was an expression of pity for us, as we later found out.. The next gas station is completely closed. There are hotels in Lithi, it is a residential area, we say for sure there are but there are none there either.. He went down to the beach and asked someone, “Do they have spare gas?” I’m starting to ask.

There we meet a Turk who runs a hotel.. They also tell us that the closest place is 10 km away, but that light has been on for a long time.. This car won’t go there. At that time I notice a motor and bikers eating. A biker never lets anyone down. I ask a German biker to help us. After talking among themselves, he signals to me that he can go and get his food after he’s finished.

I say “that’s it” but my friend starts to cry. It’s not enough for him. He wants someone to pull it from the warehouse. I’m having fun despite everything, she’s crying. People’s approach to things is very different.. After all, the German biker pulls it from its own tank and gives 3 liters of gasoline to our tank.. I can’t explain how thank you. 5 euros of fuel takes us to the next gas station.

I have a nervous breakdown after everything is over, standing upright, smiling and trying to figure it out in all stressful moments.. Then it’s time to let go of our stress on the water. We take a short swimming break. Lithi is a sandy sea. Great place for sunbeds, umbrellas and resort lovers. Those with children can be very happy. The sea is shallow and sandy. There are several hotels in Lihti with prices starting from 40 euros.. On the way to Lithi, we passed so many magnificent turquoise-colored virgin bays and we couldn’t enter because there was no petrol.. It is only natural that I am not happy swimming in this sea on top of them.. I didn’t even take a photo. That’s it.

Volissos

When we get our fuel, we head towards the north of the island.. The untouched coves on the road continue, but my friend says that he is afraid to enter untouched coves.. we can’t get off. Our target is Volissos Village. There is a small grocery store in the tiny village square and very cute table chairs in front of it.

We are asking the woman about the village. Showing the castle above. It says nothing else. I have information from what I read on the internet that this is the medieval village where Homer was born. I say “where is Homer’s house”? After thinking for a while, when I ask who it is, I smile and thank and leave.. I can’t say it’s from the Homerians.

I say let’s see the castle above.. My friend says “oh, here’s the castle”. My friend is an archaeologist. I’m surprised. Best to find a gas station and take a deep breath.. Finding the biggest gas station on the island and being able to buy fuel gives me a flood of enthusiasm.

Anavatos

Anavatos was so intrigued by what I read.. The literal meaning of Anavatos is inaccessible. This is a medieval village built 450 meters above the sea.. The place where 400 people who took refuge in order to escape from the Ottoman Empire, preferred to die rather than be captured and jumped off the cliff, once lived, and I wanted to see it very much.. The woman I met on the street the other night told me that only one family lived.. Of course, I went to this village, which has a single entrance and is surrounded by cliffs on three sides, but I could not see it.. My friend didn’t want to see. “The village is like the others,” he said.. I no longer have the strength to fight. I passed by the village.

Lagkada

If you’re looking for entertainment and taverns, Lagkada, north of Chios, is a very cute town but there is no NOTHING. When you go north from the center of Chios, you will see that it is quite close.. It was quite windy when we went and there weren’t many people.

There are normally no people on the island anyway.. Is it like this because of the Euro rate or is it always this calm? I didn’t know. When you walk along the beach in front of the taverns, there is a place at the end where you can swim.. I also lay out the towel, I try to swim, but when my friend doesn’t show up, I pack up and leave.

When Lagkada doesn’t give me what I’m looking for, I say “let’s go back to Chios and Let’s visit the center.” Descending from the north of Chios to the center, we find missing people. No place to put a car. I would love to go down and ask a few people about it.. I would like to say the island is empty. Of course, I wanted to work, but I didn’t say why you are on top of each other.

While the south of Chios is standing with its empty beaches, 300 Spartans and their cars on the road are swimming in the sea in a tiny bay.. life is so strange. As we approach the center of Chios, we encounter windmills, which are symbols of Chios.. Mills have buildings but no winds. Here’s the luck…

Chios, Center of the Island

Chios we are looking for a place to park the car when we come to the center. There is no one in the square, which was crowded like crazy on the first day we came.. I’m driving because my friend forgot his driver’s license. Because he drives the perfect car! he doesn’t like anyone.

First we look for a hotel. When you walk along the sea in the port, there are many hotels in the back streets.. We take our room at Holidays Rooms Hotel without thinking too much.. 35 euro price and they never give discount. Kostas shows us our room. I can see the sea and the minaret of the Ottoman mosque from its tiny balcony.. As soon as I find the internet, I do my backlog first and release myself to the streets.. Chios center has everything. Markets, shops, taverns…This is the city we know

Greek Fish Taverna

I’m looking for a place to go out and eat alone at night. I can’t mingle with the crowds. I’m sitting at the Greek Fish Taverna right on the corner where no one is. I have a plan to eat grilled squid. I try to get up when I find out they’re making pans but they say they’ll do what I want. they convince me. I want to drink Chios ouzo. I normally don’t drink alcohol. I can’t stand the smell of anise, but I need it tonight. In Chios, they drink ouzo by filling the glass halfway and filling it to the brim with ice.. Different from other ouzo. That’s why I can drink.

I distract myself by eating and chatting with my friends online. Great greek music is playing in the background. In the following hours, the owner of the tavern, Dimitrios, asks where I am from and the conversation begins like this. Our cute waitress is included in the last table.. We’re having a lot of fun times. Excellent people.. They make me taste Chios mastic liqueur. He gives me a one-liter bottle when he likes it so much.. I told you I like ouzo too. I stop when I get it in a bottle. Lastly, he says that next time I come, I can stay in a house that only belongs to me with a view of Çeşme, not to rent a car, I can take his.. I also invite them to Istanbul. The conversation continues until four in the morning.

Even though I say I can go, they drop me off to my hotel room.. They talk about how many Syrians they can pull me off my arm. There are indeed too many Arabs on the island.. While I was wandering around the center, I experienced more visual harassment than I have ever encountered on a Greek island.. If you go, be sure to meet Greek Fish Taverna and its friendly owner, Dimitrios. Taste the wonderful flavors and pleasant conversations. It is guaranteed that the more sullen you enter, the more smiling you will come out.. The next day, when I look at the market, I see that the liquor they gave me was 19 euros.. I paid 18 euros for the bill.

And What Is The Intention And What Is The Kismet On The Last Day

I rarely change clothes in the cabins in my life.. The next day I realize that I forgot my hat and mask in the cabin in that one time.. I got the card of the Turk who works at the hotel in Lithi. I search and find it in the cabin even after a day. I’m questioning once again what it would be like if we had it.

We spent our last day at the sea.. While Mavra Volia is writhing with dreams, we have to go to Lihi, which I don’t like and dislike again.. It’s already cloudy. If we think that we can hang out here, we go to the sun lounger.. Immediately a child appears. He says we can sit down if we have a drink. We say “OK”. When he arrives, he immediately asks for his money, but we left our bag in the car.. The car is in front of their hotel. So we can’t run away. Why run away for 1.5 euro anyway. When the manager is a Turk, he sends that child to us many times.. When my friend goes to the car to change, he goes to the car and asks.. Things like this don’t happen in Greece.. Men don’t care. No one escapes like this.. We need to think about it once again.

This time we return to Chios via another mountain road.. We have to deliver the car, but the place where we rented the car is closed. They usually say “leave the key on the car and go”. so comfortable people. We shop and eat while waiting for the ferry time. My friend loves the cheeses of this place and he did some cheese shopping in the morning.. They bring it to the ferry. The cheeses arrive so late that they almost couldn’t catch the ferry.

• There are trees left in the fire that broke out a few years ago on the island, which is famous for its gum trees.. The roads are empty.
• I’ve passed so many untouched coves that if I had come by caravan, I would have gone through all of them.. Very suitable for camping. They said that if the headlights are turned on in Chios, we will be punished.. I don’t know how true it is.
• I found it very different from what I read about this island.. It gave the impression that most of the blogs were written from a desk or our perspectives are very different.

And A Spring Revolt

This is not an article like you’re used to. that. Doesn’t contain a lot of joy and fun. Every now and then, annoying things happen, like this time.. Most of the time, I felt the need to keep what happened to myself, now I think I should write. For three days, I had times where I was constantly telling myself, struggling to experience something beautiful, and having to persuade someone to see a place.. i am not doing business. This is my way of traveling. I was always like this. The writing part came later.. I love taking pictures and capturing beautiful shots.. I don’t like to take random photos and I spend time on my trips.. It is announced to anyone who wants to go somewhere with me that I am traveling cruelly.

You will perish. think again. If you’re ready to get lost in every street, sleep in a car if necessary, starve if necessary, travel miles for something I’ve read or heard, let’s go. In addition to all this, if you are ready to go astray and do not persist, there is unlimited laughter, a lot of contagious joy, and entertainment guaranteed.

Then “Why are you traveling alone, aren’t you bored”? they say. I’m not bored. I have so much fun with what the road gives me. On this trip, I again had a lot of fun, laughed a lot and gained experience in everything that happened to me.. My world is different from the world you live in.. In the end, I am satisfied and happy with myself.. That’s the only thing that matters.

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