(The Lepetimnos)
Like
a lazy Ottoman pasha, Mt Lepetimnos stretches in the north musing
over the island. His volcanic fire was extinguished long ago and
today his coat is still dotted with some specks of snow. With his
tops reaching for
the clouds, he reflects the last sun rays and smiles you a welcome
when you travel to the north of Lesvos. One of its tops, the Vigla,
is, at 968 meters, officially the highest peak of the island.
The
story goes that Mt Olympus had the highest top, but due to the
placement of military buildings and masts, the top was reduced by a
few meters. From its highest ridges Lepetimnos offers spectacular
views over a great part of the island as well as the faraway hills
and mountains deep into Turkey. On clear days you may even see the
islands Limnos and Ai Stratis and even Mount Athos on the mainland.
On
the
flanks of Lepetimnos you can find an assembly of sleepy villages:
Vafios, Argenos, Lepetimnos, Sykaminia, Kapi, Pelopi, Ypsilometopo
and Stypsi, all dependent on the moods of the mountain. The village
of Chalikos was banished when, around 1970, earthquakes and
landslides made the houses uninhabitable. I wonder if the villagers
called the new village, built on lower slopes, Lepetimnos in order to
propitiate the angry mountain.
The
old volcanic giant was named after the groom of Mythimna (one of the
daughters of King Makara);
she gave her name to the little town now also known as Molyvos. We do
not know much about their marriage, but Mythimna and Lepetimnos never
lost sight of each other. It is Mt Lepetimnos, rich with sources,
some even with hot water, that provides the
little town with water. The Romans, always busy constructing bridges
and aqueducts, even led warm water to Molyvos.
Theophrastus
wrote that on the top of Lepetimnos there was an observatory where
the astrologer Matriketas of Mythimna observed the stars. The only
thing we know of this scientist is that he worked at a height of
986m. Some say that he was just an ordinary weatherman. I can see the
donkeys running up and down the mountain in order to give the latest
news about the weather. Or was there a clever system with flags or
fire signals, like they also used during the war of Troy?
Mythimna
always remained dependent on Lepetimnos. As a caring husband he
provided her, not only with water and weather reports, but also with
shiny metals and marble; some gold
mines are still to be found on the mountain. He took care of green
meadows and fertile ground where once masses of grapes grew, making
the wine of Mythimna world famous.
On
the other side of the mountain the village of Mandamados attracts
lots of tourists and pilgrims with its Taxiarchis Monastery. The old
icon of archangel Michael (Taxiarchis) has been attributed with many
miracles. In ancient times it was to the oracle here that people went
in order to ask for healing, a victory or other wishes. Because
Lepetimnos was a hero from the war of Troy, there was also a
sanctuary in his
name on the mountain, where it was the crows who had the power to
predict.
Around
Kapi and Pelopi many archeological finds prove that even in ancient
times this was a popular region, with many castles and temples. It is
a pity that no archeologist has been doing thorough research on that
site of the island. Any proof of a lively society will disappear
slowly with the recycling of stones to build walls, stables, houses
and roads. The region now is living mainly on cattle breeding and
only a very few tourists know these charming villages which group
around that site of Lepetimnos.
The
folds of the mountain (that can be explored by feet and even by car)
hide many different and surprising landscapes: meters' thick plane
trees along gurgling streamlets, sweet scented chestnut woods, tender
green meadows, quiet and secret little lakes and on top a whimsical
landscape with rough rocks where in spring blood red tulips flower.
Century old foot paths slowly gaining height invite fantasies about
what people could have passed there: was it the astrologer with his
assistant,
refugees looking for places to hide
or couples making love in secret? If trees could talk, what a
colourful parade of stories we would hear.
For
thousands of years this tamed volcano has lain on guard. He has seen
the passing of the heroes of Troy, he has seen how a daughter of a
king, in love with the hero Achilles, betrayed her besieged town
Mythimna, by giving the key of the entrance to Achilles. He has seen
Pelasgians,
Aegeans, Aeolians, Lydians, Romans, Italians and Ottomans grab the
power on the island.
Recently
the husband of Myhtimna again saw thousands of refugees stranded on
its shores. Silently he is watching how desperately the islanders
battle the enduring crisis. No longer does anyone climb its slopes,
looking for a sanctuary where the gods can be asked for help. Water
and grassy meadows are not enough anymore to keep the spoiled
inhabitants of Mythimna happy. But this old, rich icon who each day
again tries to catch the last sun rays, knows that for sure new times
will come and that no crisis or war will separate him from his
beloved Mythimna.
(with
thanks to Mary Staples)
©
Smitaki 2017
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