Archive for January, 2009

Time for recycling some ideas?

Wednesday, January 28th, 2009

Despite being heavy consumers of bottled water from plastic bottles, recycling isn’t a concept that has caught on quickly in Greece. Until recently we had to load several bags of recycling into the car each time we went shopping, and drop them off in the nearest bins, about 25 kilometers away. Then just a few months bright blue bins appeared in the village. Progress at last as they’d only been standing in a local depot for about the previous 3 months.

Prior to the latest arrivals there was one small blue recycling bin in the area, but it was emptied by the normal refuse collectors, who recycled it straight into the landfill! Now there is the opportunity for everyone to recycle as the blue bins sit next to the regular refuse bins. They’re often full – but it seems there’s still a need for education, as they aren’t necessarily full of recycled items. Despite the clear pictures on the side, showing what is and isn’t appropriate to recycle, some people appear to be putting their normal waste into these bins.

A newspaper article also highlighted school children who had photographed a blue bin being emptied into the normal refuse – slightly embarrassing for the authorities, but probably indicative of the general attitude towards recycling.

When we lived in England we had several different recycling bins and we were expected to sort our items into paper, glass, plastic, garden waste, aluminum etc. Here in Greece they’ve taken a different approach: you put everything in the same bin and it’s sorted by humans – kitted out in protective clothing and wearing masks they work their way through vast piles of mixed recyclables. Not work for the faint hearted.

Green waste just left to rot at the roadside

Green waste just left to rot at the roadside

The normal practice appears to be for green waste to be burnt rather than taking the opportunity of recycling it for composting. The extensive olive harvest produces lots of green waste. While the larger branches are taken for logs, the smaller branches and leaves are piled up and burnt, or sometimes thrown into the normal refuse bins. In a country which is still largely agricultural that’s a lot of burning.

Plant prunings are treated in the same way. Occasionally you see some cuttings left on the ground to rot, but there seems little awareness of the benefits of composting. Given the quality of the soil in some areas, a good layer of compost would probably be beneficial, and help to retain water as well.

Like all other countries Greece has targets to meet for recycling. Signs so far suggest they are struggling with these, and you can’t help but feel they aren’t doing themselves any favors in the way they’ve decided to approach the task. But we will carry on in our own small way, and look forward to becoming one of the majority rather than a select minority.

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It’s Not All Sunshine Here in Greece

Sunday, January 18th, 2009

It’s almost a year since we arrived in Greece. We’d spent several days driving down through Europe, the weather getting better as we moved further south. The ferry docked in Patras, and we set off to drive south in bright sunlight, savouring the warmth after a cold English winter.

Some of our favourite early photos are of the beach that we walked along into the town. A long, gently shelving beach, mostly of golden sand with some more pebbly areas. There is virtually no tide so the sea was calm and peaceful every day. Even in February and March 2008 we were sometimes in t-shirts and shorts. A far cry from England just struggling towards a tentative spring.

Our local beach looked like this for most of the year...

Our local beach looked like this for most of the year...

Even in high summer the beach wasn’t crowded. It’s so long that people can spread out and have their own patch without feeling crowded by others. Some areas are more popular, but the density of bodies never gets that high anywhere. And the season is quite short, from mid June to mid September, peaking in August. Then the crowds go home and it’s back to being almost deserted.

But everything changed in the winter storms. Strong winds and heavy gusting rain lasting from one day to the next, then dying away, only to come back a few days later for another visit. Sound and light shows in the sky that went on for hours, without the usual accompanying rain. Watching the thunder and lightening was enjoyable, but seeing the effects of it all was much less so.

It’s amazing how much noise the sea can make when there’s some wind behind it. It sometimes feels like we’re living beside a busy main road, even though it’s few hundred yards away. And suddenly there are waves where there were none before.

That beautiful beach that we enjoy walking along all but disappeared under a thick blanket of seaweed. It’s hard to believe there could be so much of the stuff floating around in this small area: so much that it resembles an oil slick. Gently shelving golden sand has become a thick shelf of grey-black leaves that feel like a sponge as you walk across them. It’s a sad sight, but a vivid reminder of the power of wind and water.

...but after a heavy storm it had changed completely

...but after a heavy storm it had changed completely

At least the seaweed is natural. Even sadder is the other debris that the sea has given back. Plastic bottles, discarded bits of fishing net, single shoes and flippers, the foam innards of broken boats and surf boards. Their brightness relieves the dreary expanse of seaweed, but I’d as soon trade that colour for cleanliness.

Down at the harbour the damage was severe, with several boats sunk as the waves crashed over the substantial concrete and stone barricades. Most of the street lamps were blown over. Cafés closest to the water’s edge suffered damage from both wind and water, and grey streets became brown with sand and mud, and peppered with pebbles and even large stones.

The local football pitch lost some of it’s concrete foundations, and some of the remaining sections are looking quite precarious. Another strong wind and they could also be gone. That’s a few feet of concrete quickly undermined by wind erosion.

In human terms the damage will take some time to repair – dumping loads of stone in the harbour to shore up the walls, replacing fixtures and fitments, clearing up the debris. It’s a bit of a tug of war though, and the winner won’t be known until the stormy season is finally over.

Nature is already starting her repairs: beach plants are in flower and still battling against the regular rain and wind. And in the most recent storm some seaweed was either moved or covered with sand, so the beach is starting to look a little closer to what we remember. But whether it will be fully restored, either by nature or human intervention, remains to be seen.

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