I’ve published a range of new photographs to my Facebook album from my trip out to the nearby village, or town, today. There are too many to post here but, just to give you an idea of what there is on offer I’ll include two or three here.
This is the front view of the local church, built on the orders of a high-ranking monk whose donkey happened to stumble on this spot and who took this to be a heavenly sign.
The monk and his stumbling donkey are commemorated with a statue close by.
This is the font as seen from the pulpit. It is carved all over and the surrounding floor is hand-painted stone.
I’ve uploaded twelve new photographs in all, more snapshots than anything else because I didn’t allow myself enough time to walk through the whole village and capture everything I saw with any real precision. I daresay my photography teacher would be shaking his head now, but I have promised myself a return visit when I have time and the right equipment to handle lighting and positioning.
I discovered that there is yet another hotel here and the reason why such an out of the way place has so many: bicycles. During the spring, summer and fall this area is literally over run by bicycle tourists heading either to or from the coast and, since it is a journey of several hundred kilometers, the locals cater for their every need with hotels, cafes, boarding houses and a mass of signposts showing what they can see off the beaten track. The locals are also very big on bicycling, which I can understand when the weather is so good, the nearest shop several kilometers away and no buses run. I walked everywhere, though, and my feet are telling me that I need a little bit more training before I undertake any more long expeditions.
Love & Kisses, Viki.