. . . with asphodels.
Asphodels all
over the place. Everywhere.
I walk these
mountains pretty often, and in spring as well, but cannot remember seeing that
many of them. Not sure if that’s a good thing; it might be a little bit like
rabbits in Australia.
Asphodels
feature in the Greek underworld. According to Homer (whom I did not read but
thank god for the internet), there was a part of the Greek underworld that was
covered with asphodels, the so-called Asphodel Meadows, where the souls of normal
people would reside.
So here I am
walking, 7:30 AM, through the Asphodel Meadows. Gone are the days when I would
be able to sleep without qualms until noon. I am up at the crack of dawn.
The campers were
also out and about at the crack of dawn, probably because they’re not sleeping
too well on their thin mats. They come in earlier each and every year. Camping
has really taken off since Decathlon has been selling their 2-second
pop-up tents here. And although I am an avid camper myself, and totally
support this outdoor movement, the fact that you are supposed to keep the place
clean and pick up your garbage when you leave, is still an alien notion among
most Lebanese campers. And what is with the toilet paper anyway? You really
need that much? The places where I hike with my dogs early mornings are – since
2 years – quite popular with campers, and starting June ( although now it has
become May) until end of August, they are basically unnavigable due to the shit
and the massive piles of Kleenex strewn all over the place. That’s if you’re
lucky. Most campers leave their garbage behind as well. This eludes me. You
come to the place because it is so nice and pristine, but then you unmake it as
you go.
Anyway, for
the moment it is still early in the season. Right now, it’s just Asphodels.
Hills full of them.
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