The usually staid and sober (haha!) population of Skopelos town have flipped for the period of Apokries, Carnival, which means it's best to expect the unexpected. Anything can happen, or not. This is the time to bring out your unorthodox, hidden side, before the fasting days of Lent.
Groups of young men and boys compete to build 'Trantes', from bamboo, fishing nets, and other flotsam and jetsam, equipping their fake boats with oilcan furnaces and belching smokestacks. The crews are heavily lubricated with the traditional beverage attributed to the god Dionysios, and sing neverending rounds of extreme bawdiness accompanied by rattling and clanking strings of beer cans. Hey, spring is in the air and in the dance, and man, animals and birds thoughts are turning to Luurve, or at least Lust.
For some ancient mysterious reason, cross-dressing is entirely appropriate.
The boats are dragged all around the town, the songs are shouted, the wine is imbibed, the dances are tripped, and the circle is completed. A great deal of grilled meat and rice pudding is eaten.
Finally, fire consumes the boats as they are launched and shipwrecked from the town beach.
Next weekend, a wedding with a difference.
photo credit - Efimerida Boreies Sporades.
Hi, I'm Elizabeth
A long, long time ago, i trained as a painter, and over time developed themes and personal mythologies. I was happy enough.