A Flora and Fauna of Symi

A personal guide to the wildlife of Symi and beyond

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A muddy blanket dangles limply over a pipe, its sodden ends dripping into the chasm below. Where once a neatly paved square afforded a view of the colourful houses and churches in the village there is now just the bare bones of Symi, a ravine, pure bedrock scoured clean by a million gallons of water, mud and rocks. Years of household rubbish, abandoned by their owners, washed away down the waterfall and into the harbour. Looking up from the square a hastily repaired water pipe, unmoored from its tethers, snakes its way over loose piles of stones past a door that sits atop a flight of steps that is no longer there. A heap of sticky wet red clay sits to one side having been recently shovelled from someone’s living room floor. Near the top of the staircase the bowels of a house stare out, a sterna or water chamber broken. The last house at the top of the village has lost an outside wall and sits like a dolls house open for everybody to see inside. The old lady that lived there is safe thank goodness. Here, attached to the wall, there used to be a wicket gate to keep the sheep and goats at bay. In the spring orchids and wild flowers wave in the breeze clinging close to the ground but beyond on the hillside is the ravine from whence the water came trying to reconnect with its friend below.

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