Runny eggs and Greek delight

Who would have thought it? Lyn felt much better because I nearly threw up! The lovely lady running the hotel had brothers in Australia. She couldn’t do enough for us. She offered to boil me an egg. This seemed like a good idea until I tried to eat it – not so much a 3-minute egg but a 2-minute egg ... I went green around the gills and Lyn was delighted.

We then had much trouble dressing me for the monasteries of Meteora ... finally clothed we set off. The scenery is magnificent. Huge grey black rocks, sheer, snow-capped mountains in the distance ... The first monastery we climbed up to was closed but the second, the Great Meteora, was OK ... The church was beautiful – all painted inside and beautifully looked after. The ancient kitchen was great – stuff for grinding and the bread oven ... the museum, the old refectory, had some 14^th century manuscripts and a cross that took 14 years to carve.

... another monastery. Huge way up but well worth it – one monk and two friendly dogs – he’s having some walls built outside and I reckon it is for gardens as inside he’s got plants everywhere. I like this monk – he even offered us Turkish delight – a real sweetie... 

In Kalabaka that afternoon we shopped and Lyn continued in her failed efforts to buy a decent cup of tea in Greece. Whether it was the Greeks, or her pregnancy, that made the tea taste wrong I could never quite tell. I’d hoped to visit the 11^th century Byzantine church but it was all locked up. Lyn enjoyed exploring the attached graveyard with pictures of the deceased on most tombstones.