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wgm-beautiful-world · 1 year

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Monasteries of Meteora, Kalabaka, GREECE

#monasteries #meteora #kalabaka #greece #grecia #europe #europa

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thingsdavidlikes · 2 months

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Meteora at sunrise by Vagelis Pikoulas

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the---storyteller · 2 years

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[meteora]

some photos from my summer vacations

#meteora #kalabaka

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freda-in-europe · 2 years

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🇬🇷 The Meteora Monasteries, Kalampaka, Greece. . . . . . #meteora #meteoragreece #meteoramonasteries #meteoramonastery #monastery #monasteries #kalabaka #kalambaka #kalampaka #greece #valley #cliffs #view #europe #photography #travel #visitgreece #fredaineurope #fredaingreece #fredainmeteora (at Meteora Monasteries) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeRZUlgp-HB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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nickdewolfarchive · 1 year

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Central Greece May 1959

Metéora

Photograph by Nick DeWolf https://www.flickr.com/photos/dboo/52454479976

#photography #film #35mm #slide #color #kodachrome #thessaly #kalabaka #metéora #greece #monastery #mountains #landscape #1950s

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klein-babylon · 7 months

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In Kalabaka it’s 3pm and my hostel guy is so so nice ☺️ if you guys ever go to greece go to Kalabaka and stay at holy rock it’s so good here for no reason and the ppl are all like outdoorsy hotties so I’m excitedddddd gonna go shower & put my washing on then go for a walk around town. Need to get rid of so much stuff and get more clothes.. just pair of shorts, lightweight trousers and a top 😘 so there’s this bridge over troubled water and it’s called contentment and prayers

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prozac-shaped-urn · 2 years

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name meme

just because i can, here’s a meme from the good ole ripple in the spacetime continuum that is livejournal

It’s harder than you think! Every answer must start with the first letter of your first name or blog URL. I’ll go first obvs.

First name: Katy An animal: koala A boys name: Keith A girls name: Karen A gender-neutral name: Kesh An occupation: knickerbocker tailor A color: khaki Something you wear: kimono A drink: kool-aid A type of food: kale Something found in the bathroom: Kolynos toothpaste A place: Kalabaka, Greece A reason to be late: killed a deer by accidentally running into it Something you shout out: kill me right fucking now!

(And yes, I absolutely looked up half of these.)

tagging people because I’m old af and this is how things were done in the olden days

@softdeb @rayms416 @wise1rabbity @jennamacaroni @mollrat101

#memes #that hopefully won't get me in trouble

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hadnewscom · 2 months

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Best Activities in Kalabaka, Greece 2024! - Video-Kalabaka, Greece is a hidden gem waiting to be explored, and we’ve compiled a list of the top 10 things to do in this beautiful destination. From cultural experiences to outdoor adventures, Kalabaka has something for everyone. Our list starts with a...

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mscoyditch · 4 months

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"A view of Kalabaka from Meteora, Greece, at night".

Photo by Argiriskaramouzas. Taken: 2018-02-02.

Wikimedia Picture of the Day: 2023-12-22.

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matsukawamatt · 6 months

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Starting New

Its finally here, I’m finally down in Australia for my first time since 2017. I haven’t been here very long — still less than 24 hours — but this still feels so crazy. Like, what am I even doing here?! It doesn’t feel real even. Yesterday I walked around and I think I was on autopilot. I’ve felt a mix of everything from nervousness to excitement. Sure, I’ve been a bit anxious too. Everything is a mystery right now and I feel like I’m starting new. I’ve got a new phone number, I’ve applied for a tax number, I’m getting a new bank account, in all, I’m doing things that are getting me started for a (possible) year long journey down here. I don’t have to stay the entire length of the visa, of course, but that option is always there. Its incredible.

The weather was gorgeous when I landed. It didn’t seem it was going to be that way on the airplane’s approach to the Australian coast. There were massive cumulonimbus clouds and it seemed as if Sydney was having a massive thunderstorm as we moved closer to land. As we made our way through the clouds, they all seemed to disappear at once, and nothing but the morning light rising to the east had shown over a sleepy Sydney. It was beautiful. Landing, I was hit with the familiar scents and warmth of humidity that comes after a rain and a heavy storm — I guess we did just miss the weather. I made my way through customs and got into the country. First thing I did was I walked outside of the terminal. Paradise. I walked back in to set up my phone’s sim using the airport wifi, made my way to “Macca’s” for a quick 7am cheeseburger, and proceeded to the train station. I got myself an Opal card and topped it off at $60 AUD — thinking that this would be PLENTY. Well, one thing the Aussies do when you take public transport leaving the airport is they charge you a massive amount of money. So as I exited my station at Bondi Junction, I noticed my balance was now $39.87. WHAT? Okay, I didn’t mind. My friend Emily told me that they only do that from the airport. Since then, I have brought the balance down to around $34, but that was after several train and bus trips through the city.

First thing I did this morning after getting to the hostel was to change into my bathing suit. The weather could not have been more perfect, and I mean it. Between the beautiful gentle breeze, cooling me down and relaxing me, and the tall waves crashing down in front of me at a nearly-empty Bondi Beach, I was in heaven. I write this now at 3:30am, completely succumbed to the will of jet-lag, and hoping for a repeat day. Something about all the beach bums with their long hair and wetsuits was really phenomenal. I can’t believe how many beautiful people exist here too. This place is, just, really something.

In recent days I’ve battled with whether or not I would post here on this page. This was after learning SOME people have access to it :’). But, that was a short self-battle. I’ve always posted here, and I will continue to do so. This is a public forum and I’m glad that I was reminded of this. Nothing about posting online is personal so why should I pretend it is? Its not a big deal, even if I was a bit embarrassed at the fact that there are actually people reading this, and that I��m writing (at times) some extremely personal stuff, as I will below.

I have not really talked about the past week or whats gone on. Last week, before my move to Australia, a friend of mine had come to visit me. This was a friend whom I met in Greece, at a bar in Kalabaka. Thats not entirely true. We met on Tinder, but after meeting for drinks and talking, I gauged everything to be friendly. We kept in touch as we went separate ways — me to Prague and back home, her to Iceland. While I was home she wanted to meet up. I thought about going up to Montreal, but I decided against it and all I could think about was my last visit up there. That was magical. So, I agreed, fully knowing how challenging it would be to try to settle my affairs at home and still travel northbound. She was excited and made plans for the both of us, meanwhile I was trying to find ways to get out of my agreement. I ended up telling her it just didn’t make sense for me to go up there. She, immediately, offered to come down and said she could stay with me. Okay, sure, “yeah, you can stay at my place” that’s okay. She came down, brought me some tim hortons (which I really missed), we mostly watched Star Trek — in separate chairs, we hung out, Mittens hissed at her worse than he’s done to anyone, we went to the Boston Athenaeum and spent half a day there, played trivia together, and we slept separately at night 2 nights in a row. She left that next day.

This is where it gets personal. I guess all of that wasn’t satisfactory for her. She felt confused, I guess, and as it turns out I misread everything. Well, she wanted to come back down before I left, and we set the rules that we are NOT looking for anything together. She again, came down, brought tim hortons again, and I got us a hotel room. It was a great time, we went out into the North End and got dinner and walked around a bit, talked, and hung out. We didn’t do anything that night, but at 3am the both of us woke up and we slept together. Honestly, I couldn’t stop thinking about my ex, and the sex was awful. It really was awful. I hated everything about it. She was beautiful, she had an amazing body, everything was perfect. But I couldn’t help but think of Katie. Now, SHE was good, this was just so bad. I will leave it at that. She really liked it, and she made that known, but man, this made me miss Katie so much. After everything, I stayed in the shower for a very long time and just thought back, replaying memories in my head, imagining her cute little smirk that told me “I love you, Matt” as she…. ugh… well you know the rest probably. I can’t go further with that. Again, this is a public forum, and now that I know it will be read, I’m hesitant to say things that I know would get me into trouble. Still, if I learned anything from this little fling, I learned that I am not over her yet — and that I took the sex for granted. I hope kt still thinks that I was good 😂😂 not that it matters. I’m hoping things will be different down here in the Land of Oz.

p.s. This all took me a while to write and two of my roommates at the hostel have been talking (and moaning??) in their sleep. I’m the only dude in this room of 8 people which is insane. Anyway, I have to pee and have been trying not to get up, but I definitely have to now. I’ll try and update as my life gets more interesting. Also I need a pair of socks like this guy:

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safereturndoubtful · 6 months

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Storms, and Lively Waterfalls

Thursday 9th November 2023

I left Meteora yesterday morning before the busy campsite atmosphere and tourist aspects of the place began to get too much for me. It had been great, but I suspected another day would not have been.

The family in the green bus at Papingo showed how home-schooling could work, and it was with an 8 and 10 year old. Two places down from me in the Meteora site was a French motorhome, also with two children being home-schooled, a girl of 10, and a boy of 12. The kids seemed bored. Having spent the morning hiking around the monoliths I read during the afternoon and Roja lay, as usual, outside. The boy was intent on annoying him, having realised that he reacted to him walking past dragging his sandals, bouncing a football. Roja very rarely barks, but found the child’s behaviour threatening. I also found it annoying, and told him so. The parents work in the afternoons, online from their van, and the children aren’t allowed inside. They are supposed to do their studying in the morning.

Though the monoliths may be considered mountains, they are only about 500 metres high, and lie to the east of the Pindos range, and as such, get quite different weather conditions, as I was to find out. Kalabaka, the village of the Meteora, has about 24C highs at the moment, 16C lows overnight, and is very dry. Up in the Pindos there have been more storms.

My route was to take the small roads across the range via the Manatania Pass at 1440 metres, (the Kastania to Matsouki road). I got to the pass with few problems, just the occasional minor rockslide, but after the pass the road condition seriously. deteriorated. Over the course of the last week the rain has been so heavy that it was washed out in several places, culminating in complete destruction about 10 kilometres from the pass. A guy sweeping around his house told me it was impossible to continue.

I should have realised this earlier. I hadn’t realised the damage was so serious. A few times the makeshift bit of track that locals had used instead of road grated on the underside of the van, even though I have quite good clearance. It was mainly mud, but the odd rock also.

With my tail between my legs I retreated, and that wasn’t easy. It was just about on the limits of what the van could do. It was necessary to go almost all the way back to Kalabaka, then join the relative new motorway back west to Ioannina, and then south, adding about two hours to the journey.

I finished driving just before dark, in the Arachthos Gorge at the village of Plana. This is a kayaking and rafting destination, and last weekend held a Festival, which marked the end of the season. I stayed at a campsite, which was closed, but the guy who saw me looking for somewhere, invited me to stay without charge, or facilities. Heavy showers peppered the evening, which made the place look quite bleak. The various streams feeding the main river were torrents, bringing with them considerable debris of tree branches and rock.

It will be necessary to keep an eye on these mountain roads in such weather conditions. The water comes off the hills like flash floods and does serious damage. Repairs remain on hold until the weather pattern changes.

This morning dawned bright and cloudless, though that just makes the storm damage more evident. There were a few locals around, mostly doing various repairs to their land, and tidying up. I took the road heading west up and out of the steep sided gorge, back up about 500 metres, and onto the village of Katarraktis, nestled as most villages are here, in the bosom of this spectacular mountain range. The weather was at its finest, belying the carnage of the last days.

Katarraktis is a recommendation from Hugh and Pauline, who were here cycling in May, and another cracker. Aware of narrow streets, we parked up at the Monastery outside the village and walked in for coffee and a chat with the owner. We may well return here, she made us very welcome. But we headed up the zig-zags to the end of the road and the car park for the waterfalls. This was the place recommended to stay, and though on the recent wild days, it would be open to the weather, today it was superb.

Once settled, we took on a couple of hour circuit that took in the waterfalls, and incredible views of the peaks just above, and to the west, across the valley. At 1300 metres, the Tzoumerka waterfalls are amongst the highest in Greece. The left waterfall drops 87 metres, the right one 98 metres. Supposedly, there is water in them from October to June, but today, even after the storms of recent days, only the left one flowed, and it did so in abundance.

There were just a couple of other visitors during the afternoon, so a prefect place for a stopover.

And a spot the van.. get those glasses on..

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leonbloder · 6 months

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Holy Meteroa & A Lesson In Community

One of the most dramatic locations I visited during my recent visit to Greece was an area known by the locals as Holy Meteroa, near the village of Kalabaka.

The word meteora means "suspended in air," which essentially describes the six monasteries built on top of the impressive towers of stone that rise majestically from the foothills.

These monasteries were all founded from the 12th to the 14th centuries, but there had been Christian hermits living in caves on the side of the cliffs for centuries.

Each community that occupied these isolated and largely inaccessible monasteries chose the locations because they were isolated and inaccessible. They wanted little to do with the outside world and desired only to focus on worship, work, and devotion to God.

But over the centuries, villages and communities began to spring up beneath them, and the monks and nuns began to serve and be served by the people in them.

Now, their primary source of income is drawn almost entirely from tourism. Hundreds of thousands of pilgrims and curious visitors journey to Meteora every year to tour the monasteries, attend worship, pray, and buy artifacts, icons, and publications from their bookstores.

Even so, many of the monks and nuns who live in these monasteries patrol the grounds and the chapels with dour expressions, policing what people are wearing, shushing any talk above a hoarse whisper, and chastising guides who allow members of their group to laugh.

As I gazed at all of these beautiful sites high above the world, I thought of how they were a sign and symbol of the very Church itself in our current culture.

The monasteries of Meteora learned long ago that they needed the communities around them, but they still seem to find ways to set themselves apart. It's easy to look down our noses at the nuns and monks there, but we often do the same in our own contexts.

Far too many faith communities have fashioned themselves in such a way that they imagine they are high above the culture and the communities that surround them. They become isolated and inaccessible because of their inward-focused practices and their inaccessible theological location.

Those of us in the Church can easily begin to see the world around us as something to be separated from and can fall into habits that keep us from welcoming others, serving our communities, and existing for the sake of the world.

Or we will say that we welcome everyone, but when people with different backgrounds come through our doors, they often find that though they might be welcomed, they are only included if they become just like everyone else.

We use insider language in liturgy and sermons without acknowledging that there are people in the congregation who may not get it and feel unseen when we do.

Our worship services can become too focused on our preferences and comfort, and, more often than not, we never imagine what they seem like to the uninitiated who visit.

Far too many faith communities adopt a Savior complex when it comes to their ultimate mission, losing sight of the fact that it is Jesus who rescues, Jesus who redeems, and Jesus who saves, not the Church.

Throughout my life, I've heard countless Christian preachers proclaim that Christians should "be in the world, but not of the world," or spout the out-of-context missive to the Hebrew people from the Old Testament, "Come out from among them, and be separate."

Through his teachings and his example, Jesus taught that any kind of "ivory-tower" mentality was not something God desired. Jesus ate meals at the houses of those that everyone else avoided. He proclaimed the Court of the Gentiles outside the Temple as "My father's house."

Jesus taught his followers to be among the people and act as salt and light in the world around them. In other words, he taught them to enhance the God-flavors in the world and help others see God better.

You can't do that from a perch on top of a rock above the world below.

May we follow Jesus' example and resist the urge to withdraw into our own safe little worlds that we often create in our faith communities.

And may the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you now and always. Amen.

#presbymusings #dailydevotion #leonbloder #dailydevo #dailydevotional #christian living #leon bloder #faith #spiritualgrowth #spirituality

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pedallingthepyrrhicpindus · 11 months

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PROLOGUE

5km outside Kalabaka we catch sight of the silhouette of the hills, their sheer rock faces rising up from the plain of Thessaly, glowing orange in the gloaming. The same silhouette that marked the end of last year’s adventure.

We had rendez-vous'd at the airport. John who’d flown in yesterday was reunited with his bike that BA had decided in their wisdom not to carry. A man not known for his exuberance, he was glowing with content. All was back right in the world.

Bike bags were stacked on the trailer. "Careful that's a new bike" says Mark as his is strapped on top. And then it had been a long drive.

And here we are back in Kalabaka and Mostera where Monasteries perch on top of sheer rock columns.

Marty Tours is back to continue our ride up the Pindu mountain range towards Albania. Exploring this ever more remote region and national park.

We have Martin, Mark, John, Andy, Torren, me (Piers) and Hamish (welcome back after skipping last year). And of course, Alex our freethinking anarchist guide and his new colleague Yannis, who quickly earns respect with his quick intelligence. Everyone present and correct. Some of us have taken a nerdy pleasure in cleaning and packing our well loved steeds. Others haven't. But all that is behind us. Now work and worry is behind us.

It is election day tomorrow. But Alex and Yannis will not be able to vote because you have to vote in person at your local station. People say the centre right government has fixed the election day to coincide with the holidays - young people are more likely to be away and also more likely to vote left. The drive is long, Mark stares fixedly at the dashboard video stream of his bike on the trailer behind.

We arrive in the dark at about 9 in the evening. Quickly assemble the bikes as best we can in the limited light. Martin has been training and has brought his own bike as well as hiring a power assisted one as back up.

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myaegean · 1 year

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#Twitter #MyAegean

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belogaev · 1 year

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#Kalabaka #Greece

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ecofriendlytourist · 1 year

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Meteora Monasteries

The Meteora is a rock formation in central Greece hosting one of the largest and most precipitously built complexes of Eastern Orthodox monasteries, second in importance only to Mount Athos. The six (of an original twenty-four) monasteries are built on immense natural pillars and hill-like rounded boulders that dominate the local area. Between the 13th and 14th centuries, the twenty-four monasteries were established atop the rocks. Meteora is located near the town of Kalabaka at the northwestern edge of the Plain of Thessaly near the Pineios river and Pindus Mountains. Meteora was added to the UNESCO World Heritage List in 1988 because of the outstanding architecture and beauty of the complex, in addition to its religious and artistic significance.

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