Most have come from North Africa, Pakistan and Afghanistan to find work (you think someone should have told them about Greece’s financial status). These groups came primarily without families, leaving female members back at home. The Syrian refugees tend to come to escape the civil war, tend to be more affluent, have papers and tickets to Athens, and more importantly, bring the whole family (wives, children, parents, etc.). We were able to see small boats that were used to sail here, and coast guard ships that were used for rescues. The tent quality was surprisingly good. I was expecting tarps.
Our first goal of the day was an old operating
windmill.
As we all know, windmills are generally found at the tops of hills. This was no exception. All these islands are volcanic requiring large elevation gains to go anywhere. The windmill reminded us of our barge trip to the Netherlands with Toby and Marty and Molly and Dave. We got a tour of the windmill in action, grinding flour for use in the bakery next door.
We then had the chance to sample some of their cookies, vanilla, cinnamon, and anise.
As we all know, windmills are generally found at the tops of hills. This was no exception. All these islands are volcanic requiring large elevation gains to go anywhere. The windmill reminded us of our barge trip to the Netherlands with Toby and Marty and Molly and Dave. We got a tour of the windmill in action, grinding flour for use in the bakery next door.
We then had the chance to sample some of their cookies, vanilla, cinnamon, and anise.
We left the windmill as a small group,
following the pink (route) line on our GPS.
We planned to do the medium ride, but somewhere along the way, we didn’t
seem to be on the slightly easier (ie. less hilly) route. We found ourselves after a long descent, in a
small coastal village on the wrong side of a mountain. We then started climbing and didn’t stop for
many miles. The grade for the most part
was 4-6% but there were a few steeper sections.
We passed through another small town then descended again only to find
ourselves at the base of another good climb.
This was starting to get hard!
Thank God for the New Hampshire hill training. The descent involved several
switchbacks. About ½ way down, there was
a perfectly situated cemetery overlooking the Aegean.
Another 1000 ft or so climb brought us to the
small mountain village of Zia. Stopped to refill our hydration packs (must
have sweated at least 3 liters of fluid.
Even Jeri was perspiring). It was
difficult to predict our speed since Bill Mcready, the trip organizer, never
gave very accurate assessment of the hills or the distances, so by the time we
reached Zia, it was beginning to get late.
We began our descent toward the port Near the port, were the Hospital of Escaepius, and the Hippocrates Museum, both of which we were eager to see. Unfortunately, by the time we reached the Hospital of Escalepius, it was 4:15 and the tour guides had already left. We decided to wander , though, on our own with cycle buddies, Cary and Sarah.
Our other friends, James and BetteAnne, were ahead of us and got bogus information that the museum was closed. They continued back not knowing we had stopped.
The area had been inhabited well before Hippocrates, the Father of Medicine, from prehistoric times, but was very prosperous from 300 BCE to the early Christian period. Hippocrates lived from around 460 BCE to 365 BCE and was born and practiced in Kos. He was a contemporary of Plato and was referred to by Plato on several occasions. Several treatises on prognosis, diagnosis, and treatment (including setting fractures and wound care) have been attributed to him. Other than the Hippocratic Oath, most of his other teachings would not be found in the new CPT 10 code book.
The Hospital of Escalepion (Escalepius was the god of Healing) is built on a slope with magnificent views of the Aegean. Scientific method developed at the school of Hippocrates here. Remains can be seen of the Temple of Escalepius, the altar of the gods, and the "abaton", where patients spent the night awaiting the god to reveal the appropriate therapy for their ailment (CPT 4589.67).
We began our descent toward the port Near the port, were the Hospital of Escaepius, and the Hippocrates Museum, both of which we were eager to see. Unfortunately, by the time we reached the Hospital of Escalepius, it was 4:15 and the tour guides had already left. We decided to wander , though, on our own with cycle buddies, Cary and Sarah.
Our other friends, James and BetteAnne, were ahead of us and got bogus information that the museum was closed. They continued back not knowing we had stopped.
The area had been inhabited well before Hippocrates, the Father of Medicine, from prehistoric times, but was very prosperous from 300 BCE to the early Christian period. Hippocrates lived from around 460 BCE to 365 BCE and was born and practiced in Kos. He was a contemporary of Plato and was referred to by Plato on several occasions. Several treatises on prognosis, diagnosis, and treatment (including setting fractures and wound care) have been attributed to him. Other than the Hippocratic Oath, most of his other teachings would not be found in the new CPT 10 code book.
The Hospital of Escalepion (Escalepius was the god of Healing) is built on a slope with magnificent views of the Aegean. Scientific method developed at the school of Hippocrates here. Remains can be seen of the Temple of Escalepius, the altar of the gods, and the "abaton", where patients spent the night awaiting the god to reveal the appropriate therapy for their ailment (CPT 4589.67).
One last final descent and we were back at the
port, safely on our ship for the evening.
After all the climbs today, we were beat.
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