I found the journey in the open-backed truck hilariously funny; one of our party kept losing his hat and we kept having to stop for him to retrieve it. Sylvia and her husband John were great hosts and prepared us for a great day with their enthusiastic and warm tales of their many years working the summers on Symi. I nearly lost my own head as I twisted my neck in all directions so as not to miss a single sight during the ride. The higher we got, the more I could see - mountains and beyond to Rhodes and Turkey, cats, goats, motor bikes and scooters speeding past us, smaller dwellings and small-holdings scattered across the valleys, the bluest sky - never a single cloud, and always the sea, the magnificent, delicious, beautiful sea. Our walk took us through ancient forest, the aroma of wild herbs tantalising our senses, an ancient wine-press, again more lovely little churches so well taken care of by devoted elderly local women, and I have a memory of almost absolute silence as our party absorbed this paradise.




