Transportation is the movement of people, animals or goods from one location to another.
Here on the Pelion there are many areas which are difficult to access, and some can only be reached on foot. Donkeys are still used although they aren’t seen as frequently now as they used to be. In many instances it can be much quicker to get from A to B by way of the waters of the Pagasitic Gulf. Anything that floats, it seems, can be used.
There is a network of paved roads, most of which are single lane and require great caution on the part of the driver navigating them. We joke that the driving term ‘overtaking’ can be defined variously as taking your life in your hands, and your life being effectively over. That’s not to say the drivers are bad though of course many are, rather too many actually, but because there are multiple hazards on the roads apart from drivers.
Flocks of sheep and goats are frequently encountered once you’re out of the city; there are drivers with an alarming tendency to stop in the middle of the road, usually around a blind corner if the fancy takes them; strange vehicles of every kind puttering along in a fog of fumes; motorbikes and cyclists seemingly intent on early arrival at the Pearly Gates; horses; dogs darting this way and that; trucks and lorries; tractors towing trailers full of livestock/olives/hay bales/barrels, and just about anything else you can think of; cars towing boats or other vehicles; goods of every kind tied and teetering on top of cars.
Getting stuck behind a slow moving vehicle on a narrow road is a nightmare in itself. The death defying manouevres of those who insist on passing – very often slap in the face of oncoming traffic or along some precipitous drop into sea or ravine – do nothing for one’s blood pressure.
The road from Volos runs out along the Peninsula right up to Trikeri village now and is generally quite good, barring the odd pothole. The nature of the terrain ensures that practically any type of roadway here will twist, turn and coil back on itself like vines in a rain forest. Many of the so-called roads are little more than tracks through the olive groves, and are unpaved, badly rutted and occasion all kinds of challenges in mud, ice and snow. That’s when tractors trundle to the rescue, or sometimes your only way out is by boat.
It’s never boring here on the Pelion Peninsula.
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Wonderful pics–I can smell the air. And each one so evocative. Favorites are the dog & cat carriers of course.
Sophia would swim after the boats, and we’d panic that she’d not get back to shore. She hated the car – got hysterical in it – but loved going in a boat.
What fun. Many of those photos could so easily have been taken in South Africa.
Oh yes, anywhere that’s somewhat rural really. Of course, I never had the camera handy, or I failed to capture the shot at some amazing sights. Like the motorbike with a child held in front of the driver, the woman passenger behind him clutching a dog, and a crate of live chickens strapped on the back.
Sketch that scene quickly, Cathy, before you forget! Or, your readers can all try drawit–the cyclist, child, mother, dog & chickens & submit to you for posting. Oh to be Norman Rockwell. Don’t ever leave your camera at home again, please!
It was certainly memorable. Unfortunately I can’t draw to save my life. A photo I keep trying to get is of the various motorcyclists who race along with their crash helmet swinging on the handlebars – something always gets in the way.