ABOUT KARPATHOS


beaches – distances

Michaliou O Kipos Beach 1 km
Araki Beach 1.5 km
Agios Teodoros Beach 2.5 km
Diakoftis Beach 4 km
Apelia Beach 20km
Kira Panagia 19 km
Paradise Beach Arkassa
This country, this island, a thousand secret spots and millions of stars in the sky.
In the evenings, when moonlight starts to flow coat the beaches and to enlighten the aegean sea, when the starry sky draws the curtain and falling stars rain down on Greece, then the rest of the world should envy us,

the scenario, if they only knew.
When all our senses are united with the classical meaning of live, warm sand is flowing over our bare hands ... everybody who has been here before will known it by heart, ... the feeling,the smell of thyme, basil, terragon and pine this country is perfumed with.

He hears and senses the wind blowing, stirring the dust brought from the continent out of the tiniest corners of his soul.. He sees Karpathos. The even lowlands of Afiartis, enclosed by mountains that plunge down to the coastlines. Only here the Titanes were able to try out their big fights.

unique tavernas

unique tavernas

Theodorus Arkassa
Poseidon Afiartis
Helenico Pigadia
Rina`s Taverna Afiartis
Jaja`s Taverna Avlona
Tharnassis Lastos
Adia Restaurant Adia
Under the Tree between Finiki & Adia
Four Seasons Amoopi
In the mornings it is hard for Tharnassis to greet someone, the drinking bout of the evening before with his filos and the tourists who became locals still bothers him.He is looking after his home-made destillery where the raki, he is so keen on is alwayscooking. His missis shoos him around the house

to get tomatoes, peppers, fresh herbs from the nearby garden for the guest´s breakfast. He is too busy waking up to resist her.
Then, once again they are all gathered around the big table under the olivetree. Tharnassis just wants a cup of coffee, everybody else is happy about the new dayand the organically grown food on the table.

Tharnassis does not care about wholefood, he would also spray should be more Evros for it. Around noon, the big farewell. This evening it will be quiet here on his farm upon the Lastos plain, but tomorrow there will be another party. He will serve Kaziki, goatling, that´s what he is famous for.

Saria Boattrip with Majvie

DEDICATION IN OUT TO THE ORDINARY LOCATIONS

Up in Menetez they also live their life as if there were no tourists. Today the whole island has a central administration, in former times every small village had its own mayor, its own council of elders. Decisions were rare as the gentlemen always dozed off before the poll.
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IN FORMER TIMES
EVERY VILLAGE
HAD IT´S OWN MAYOR
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Neither were there elections as after four years others had to take over because the formerly elected were fed up with their job.
The EU changed all that or destoyed it, there are as always two sides of the story. Streets were paved, leading to nowhere, traffic signs were installed that noone knows but the tourists. But they were installed in the great wide open, where according to the islanders they bother everybody the least.

EXCURSION TO ETERNITY

Barely recognizable from the shore is the mountain village of Olympos. As if time passed by and had forgotten to touch its´s habitants. Here, nestling between two round ridges of the steep Karpathian hills rests the last matriarchy of the Occident.
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THE LAST
MATRIARCHY
OF THE OCCIDENT
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Its women still send their man to the sea, watch over their houses, bring up the kids and farm in the ancient gardens around the village. Proudly wearing the traditional costumes as they have done for centuries.

In the evenings, when Aeolos sends its cooling breezes through the alleys and laments the fate of Hyacinthos, then it is the time to listen. Only then one comes to understand a whiff of eternity. Millenia old idioms and syntax still persist in their dialect, lingiuists from all over the world just ascertained that.

Down to Tristomo and Vourgounda there you may find the relicts of old settlements witnessing long forgotten riches. Today it is quiet, just once every year, on 29th of August everybody assembles to celebrate the festival of Agios Ioannis only lamented by the protest of the small sea lions just acting as if they would like to keep the uniqeness of this place like the protectors of the holy grail.

Photography

Iris Wewer

Jane Kühn-Menth

Kurt Menth

Text

Kurt Menth

Translations: Jane Kühn-Menth