Ouranopoli

This is the city at the top of the Athos peninsula where I pick up my final permission papers to visit the holy area and take the ferry boat down to the first monastaries in the southern end. My first stop will be: skiti ageas annis. I should take the ferry to Dafni port and then immediately change to another boat down to Ageas Annis. I picked up my papers and wandered down to a remote beach where among the rocks and laying myself down in the cream sand near to waters boom and his I made my stealth bed, bathed in the early morning and after some experiences including being approached by a gay greek man on the beach who even went so far as to try and grab my johnson when I wasn`t looking finally boarded the boat for the holy peninsula of Mt. Athos.

Here are my few strange notes from that time:

Skiti ageas annis - ask holy fathers about a place to stay. They have many skiti there.

Remember the monk`s live at night and sleep little.

First impressions:
- Greeks are the original tough guys. lots of swagger and swear
- Only Greek that was freindly tried to Greek me
- Great importance placed on NOT intruding, annoying.
- Some orthodox preists remind me in their physical appereance of Rastas. hippies, sadhus.
- One priest hears about Islam and people cleaning out their heart within that system and reacts sharply saying "that`s from the Devil!"
- I am moving from the unknown to the known: heading west
Here is a Daf beat I composed laying on the pier and entitled "Ouranopoli"
Tom bak chap
Tom bak chap
bak-chap-bak. bak-chap-bak
Chap tom tom
Out `nafas

A lake is a wall you can swim in.