Elaiussa Sebaste 3

We did stay another day. Inertia. In the realm of productivity we at least listened to several more audio-tapes on ancient Greek history and culture and watched a few more video-tapes on classical archaeology. We now have a deeper understanding of the origins of Athenian "democracy" and of C-14 and thermal-luminescence, although we remain what might be termed "surface" archaeologists. I am still waiting for that jadeite hafted axe to wash up before me on the beach at Carnac. Oh, we did also clean out and reorganize a bit, for the thousandth time.

Seeing this sarcophogus on the hill behind our

"campground" and

These temple columns moved me to walk up the hill

Past the amphitheatre, and a great view of the larger complex

To the village, and where many of the best smaller

specimens now reside

Where work, real work, continues unchanged for aeons

Through a sizeable Roman necropolis, adapted now for

more contemporary needs

Still pushin' up daisies (nasturtiums?) after 2,000 years!

I never did get to the temple or the big sarcophogus--too much private property--people are friendly and welcoming, but one doesn't want to push it.

So I walked back down to the beach and tried my hand,

again, at fishing off these ancient rocks and pilings; I only

lost one lure and bobber before being reminded that I do

not have the patience to be a fisherman, particularly a

clueless fisherman



Wednesday morning we did finally and reluctantly

depart our little refuge at Elaiussa Sebaste; its GPS will be

in Vicki's "practical highlights" on the website

But not without acknowledging and feeding our canine

guardians of the past several days; particularly after

Romania, I have come to despise these feral dogs; but at

this beach, this big guy and his lady-friend (off shopping

when we left) exhibited the characteristics of territoriality and

loyalty for which the species is best known; they literally

guard the campers, lounging nearby but reacting fiercely

to any intruders; I gave them probably a kilo of some

Turkish spam I decided not to eat myself...which may keep

them going until the next campers arrive this weekend