We made our way up the
route towards the cave. It starts as an asphalt and concrete road, later becoming an unmade track and finally becoming little
more than a goat path. We clambered over the final ridge, which has fantastic views of the valley below and to the sea in
the distance. The path now led down from the ridge into a ravine where we found the entrance to the cave. We had expected that the cave would open into the side of the mountain but instead it had iron ladders
leading down into the heart of the mountain. We ventured only as far as the top section of ladders as torches would be required
to venture further. I shouted down into the depth of the cave several times and each time a strange distant dull sound was
returned. Then at the last attempt came the sound of flapping wings from the darkness below us.
We made our way back
to the village below. The village had one taverna and a café. The café called the Alpha had a board outside advertising their
'World Famous Special Omelettes' at 3e and fresh orange juice for 1e. It was lunchtime by now so in we went. The orange juice
was great and the omelette delicious, the best I have ever tasted.
The café had grape vines growing on a trellis across the roadway and as we sat there they began
to prepare for the harvest. They laid out a large plastic sheet on the road and using a cutter on a long pole began cutting
down bunches of grapes. The waiter cut and washed a bunch of grapes and brought them to our table to finish off the meal.
I enquired at to what they would be doing with the grapes and was advised they were to be used to produce their own special
Rakki. This I understand would be far more potent than the commercial variety.
