Day three a desert hike (or that's what it seemed like)

On our third day, we hopped in our rental car and headed to Archangelos, which is a less quaint town near Lindos that houses "The Seven Springs," man made irrigation springs. We had a book of walks, which took us from the town to the springs and back and, after some frappes and sandwiches in town, we hit the dirt.

We saw sheep, chickens, poverty and very dead, freshly dead, and in the process of dying goats along the way. We also saw some gigantic olive trees. And lots of rocks.






After a couple of hours, we finally made it to the seven springs, which were a little less impressive than we had been led to believe they would be. But there was a very narrow and dark tunnel, which we could walk through, which lead to the man made lake (dubbed beautiful in our book, but, in reality, full of trash and covered in a brownish slime). I wasn't very keen on walking through the dark and narrow tunnel, but Jim guilt tripped me into it:



A mid-tunnel escape route:

After the exciting springs, we hiked up and across more desert-like land and heard some gun shots soon after we heard a farmer calling his goats (more dead goats, I'm afraid). Then we walked through a pack of boys playing soccer to their cries of "Allo! Allo! Allo!" and "You like the scorpion!! You like the scorpion!!" (sassy little boys.) Frankly, it was a relief to get back to the car a little dustier and more solemn then when we first got there. We also had formed the opinion that the people who wrote the walk book were slightly wearing rose tinted glasses during the writing of the book. But it was fun and educational, if not as scenic and breathtaking as our English walks are.