Where in the world is Luther? He’s in the dark in more than
one way. He’s driven batty by high pitched squeaks. It took some bouldering to
get there.
If you guessed Zeus cave on Naxos Island, you’re correct. (I asked if Luther noticed that they spell it wrong in all their publications, "How embarrassing for the Greeks to spell Zeus as Zas." Luther slapped his furry forehead.)
I was hoping to find an ATM at the airport but came to find
out that my house is bigger than the airport. I’m quite certain the lady that
checks in bags, tells the two ground crew dudes with the ping pong paddles to
wave in the plane and get the luggage, calls the local police to run the ex-ray machine for the
next travelers, must also run up to the second story to be the air traffic
controller. She was doing it all. The two brutes that pulled off our luggage a
few feet away wouldn’t let us get them. We needed to walk off the fairway between
two small buildings. There we found ourselves in a parking lot. On the other
side of the small two story building was a single car garage with the label “Baggage
Claim” above the door. Inside the five foot conveyer belt brought in our luggage
from the same guys we saw moments ago a few feet from the turbo prop. Apparently
they like to use their conveyer belt. And yet in the crowd of twenty people we managed to leave a suitcase behind.
A taxi took us to our house where the car rental place would
drop off our car. The one straight and lonely road by the airport had a traffic
light but no intersection. That’s when I realized when it turns red you better
stop or you might get the roof of your vehicle taken off by some landing gear.
No joke. I loved every second of that airport experience.
(Luther got a chuckle out of the guy from England who asked
my how the rugby team in Australia was doing. I explained I didn’t know much
about rugby as I was an American. He said, “We’ll you look big enough to play.”)
Part of the fun on Naxos Island is the tension in the car
between the driver and the navigator. In the United States one would find
signs, many of them clearly marking where to turn and mark the site once you
are there. But Naxos is a rural Island of about 18,000 people. The largest
city, Hora, has about 5000. Life is a slower pace with few people. They figure
you can’t get lost for long so you don't really need signs.
Near the beach the numbers swell in the summer as
tourists come to town on the slow and high speed ferries. (I told Luther I once
rode one. He wondered how fast it went and how many cars it could hold. I told
him I didn’t see any cars. All I did was jump on the fairy, heard a pitiful
squeak and went nowhere except to brush off a lot of pixy dust from my seat.
Luther didn’t think that was funny.)
Anyhow, with maps that have little detail
and roads that don’t go straight. Some intersections are T’s and Y’s with no
clear understanding of which road is the main one. And as in many other places
people come for food and water fun, not rocks that ancient people once used.
There was little competition for parking space at the historical sites.
Do not be fooled by newer asphalt on the main road. It may turn
onto a side road to continue paving. One would have the impression that it’s
the main road but no, the bumpy one that looks like a turn off was really the
main road. Either the street pavers took the wrong turn or they just love
messing with tourists. Some intersections have five to seven roads to choose. Once
we found the turn to Zeus’s cave [Where the Greek mythology said he was hidden
away from the Titans as a baby to grow up and defeat the Titans. Of course
there are a few Zeus caves on various Islands but Naxos is the one most commonly
cited in Mythology books.] we discovered our one lane road was a two way after
all. After some heart stopping moments and my navigator sucked in air in fear
more than once while the driver concentrated more than defeating a monster in
Zelda.
When we found the cave it went far back and was pitch black.
It always seemed foggy unless you were moving fast. After a few minutes I lifted
an arm in front of my head lamp. My limbs were steaming as if on fire. (Luther
was grossed out.) The sweat from the hot sun steamed off into the cool black. We
went as far as the main cave would go up and down very rocky terrain with tar
like coatings. (Luther was mortified to find out it was most likely from
centuries of goat droppings.) Holes, some of them big enough to crawl into
showed signs of people visiting from the early 1900’s onward. Although many
think scratching your name on a cave wall is wrong, I loved seeing the names
and dates. It was a cool end to a hike up the mountain.
Next stop was the marble city, filled with buildings made of
many different kinds of, yep you guessed it, marble. We found delicious dances
on our taste buds from a local café. Their gyros hit the spot like no other
dish.
On our way back I wanted to stop at the temple to Demeter. Be
clear as to where you are going as apparently there were some temple envy going
on in the ancient times as well as you might find two temples to Demeter on
opposite sides of the Island. That makes asking for directions to a temple a
bit tricky. A road sign may have the name of the town or place with an arrow
but it may not be clear as to which one of the 3 or four roads it points. Oh,
and the real fun signs are the ones that are posted in only one direction. You
have to drive past it for miles to realize you missed the turn and then go back
to see a clear sign. Just for kicks and giggles you go past it to come from the
other way and yep, you guessed it, no sign. You just have to know where things
are. Either they don’t bother to post signs or lots of bedrooms have big signs
hung on their walls. And when you do find the impressive ruins of a temple on
some side road that farmers use, there’s a surprise over the hill, tucked away
and surrounded by trees. Most stumble upon it because attached are the places people
look for such as “WC” or “Toilet.” Even then the museum was closed. It was Monday.
Rats. (Luther said, “Bugger,” which reminded him he could do his monkey grooming
and find some protein snacks.)
Again we find an
ancient sacred spot that most likely housed a wooden temple, or open air space.
Then a marble temple would be constructed by the Greeks. As the culture changes
and Rome becomes Christianized, the temple gets converted into a church. After
that the Ottoman (Turks) put their stamp on it. Centuries of changes make for
interesting history and wonderment at the original building to its many
modifications. Which one would you restore?
Since this site never became a city, many of the marble
stones for the Temple can be found in nearby structures or half buried in the
ground. As they are found and not in use in another structure to be preserved,
they are replaced using strict guidelines so that parts are rebuilt. It is
illegal across Europe to completely restore a ruined building.
This temple to Demeter was built in the 500s BCE. It was the
first use inside columns of different heights to hold a pitched marble roof.
Most temples were made either flat stone roofs with a pitched wooden and tiled
roof or an all wood roof.
We took a tour of part of a castle built in about the 1200
AD. The family still lives there. (Luther went straight for the old cellar
where one could sample local drinks.) The castle museum showed a kitchen with a
deep cistern for water and enjoyed seeing an outdoor Turkish style potty with a
view of the bay—spectacular place to go.
An archeological museum is filled with pottery and figuring’s
that farmers constantly turn up from their fields. One piece seemed to be an
ancient souvenir from Egypt. As expected there are lots of marble sculptures
and burial reliefs. In ancient times Naxos was known for their wine, emery and
marble. They would cut the stone within a couple of inches for a statue, send
it to another city somewhere in Greece where the sculpture would finish it. A
marble boy stature was abandoned after the transporters broke its leg. (Luther
thought they could have used super glue. I told him they didn't invent that yet but who knows what would have
happened if the Roman Empire didn’t fall. By the 300s AD they had all the elements
needed to make a steam engine from the piston and valves to the wheel and crank
shaft about 1600 years before the first steam engine. They were already using water wheels to run stone cutters. When I turned around
to see if Luther understood, he was gone, silly monkey.)