There's Life in that old road

Day and night the Epar Road sees life to and from Kefalos and beyond. As I sit on my patio, in my lounge or look out the bedroom window there it is.

The Early morning Garbage collections two even three times a week, The Club Robinson Bus picking up it's workers.The School Bus taking the teenagers to Andimachia,The Tingaki Express, the Mastichari, Mamaris equivalent for early pick ups or late drop offs. The Hotel and airport pick ups. The Kos Bus.

The tour Bus JD or Kefalos Tours out or back from a day of trips round the Island or the night bus for the Sunset tours to Agios Theologos or Zia, the shopping in Kos or Zia excursions or Greek Night a chance to dance the night away to Bouzuki. Or the bus that will take you to the Boat for Barbecue and beach or three Islands.

The cars , the rentals shiny new and clean, The Ikos minis, The Big I've made it Black cars, the SUV,s so I've got Olive Trees man, the little beaten up Fiat Pandas with whole families or the Priest off to church or the beach. The Flat Bed's laden with bits,for the land or to feed the animals or the Beehives about to be re-located to pastures new or Goats shipped off for …..I don't like to think.

The delivery trucks of Peris' brothers and their drinks, the Cheese Man, The 'Fruit is lovely fresh and cheap Van', The any old garden furniture van or the garden plants, small olive trees, herbs Basil, Rosemary Mint.

The Fire Truck just checking and occasionally the Police and Ambulance

White Van man, The Iron man, Manolis Anthoulis catch me if you can man, Lafarge Baton the Concrete man, The Butcher, the Baker, even the Candlestick Maker for the Church of course van it all goes past..

The Scooters and peds all day long zip up and down, Quads, Buggies still easier than Shank's Pony.

But up and down they go dressed for the beach doing battle with Flamingos and sharks as the wind tries to whip the Lilo's out of their hands. A quick trot down and a slow laborious one up. I want to shout at those intrepid walkers making their way up to the Village at Midday, 'don't do it'. There are the white bodies just arrived, the red ones not been here long but want to catch the rays, The covered up ones who spent too long in the sun or sensible build up to it ones. The eager children, the pushers and buggies and even the occasional mobility scooter.

At night the tone changes, dressed to impress, party or dine, the mosquitos fly over, heady on perfume not sure about the anti skeet sprays and while some people repel, others are plagued with the biters wearing a halo of critters.

As the day quietens down the cats and dogs cross the road, chickens pop out for a morsel, Goats and the solitary Cow get relocated in their field, who knows what they are eating but if it's wild dry grasses and weeds could they come up a bit higher and clear my garden. Whatever time of day that road sees it all and so do I if I just sit and watch.