Ailsa’s travel theme this week is mystical. The word mystical immediately reminded me of my summer working in Kefalonia.
Kefalonia is part of the Ionian Islands in Greece, and is situated between Zakynthos, or Zante, and Corfu. I must admit, when I first went to work there I knew absolutely nothing about the island. An old manager of mine from Rhodes had persuaded me to move to the other side of the country to work on a team that she was taking over. I was a little surprised, therefore, when she mentioned on our first day of induction that ‘Kefalonia is famous for it’s earthquakes’. What? I suddenly piped up from where I’d been half-listening in the corner of the room. Nobody had told me about the earthquakes until now.
Kefalonia experiences earth tremors, which are like little tiny earthquakes, every day. The big quakes happen about every one to two months in the summer. Even though scientific evidence for the earthquakes is readily available, in a land shrouded in so much myth and legend, it’s hard to believe that there’s not some Greek God at work somewhere. I soon learnt that the biggest earthquakes happen after a storm. I took these photos of a storm that was brewing over the island. The storms, and the following earthquakes, happened quite a lot in the six months that I lived there, and every time was no less mystical. One minute the island would be basked in glorious sunshine and 45 degree heat, and then all of a sudden huge rain clouds would roll in and the sky would turn grey before releasing heavy rain, thunder and lightening.