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Wheee,

Went up into the hills today, and ate tasty local food. As well as visited some of the thousands of relatives the Chillemi family has been secretly stockpiling in the Sicilian slopes.

Anyway I grabbed a bunch more photos, and here they are. I am pretty much declaring this a photo blog right now. Cos pictures are worth a thousand words. And when this blog becomes syndicated, I will demand to be paid by the word. Go.

An example of the quaint, winding roads you see all around Sicily. These meander around valleys and the like, usually hugging  the side of they very steep, hilly landscape.

Another shot from further up in the hills, where winter snow is thicker. The black-and-yellow poles indicate  where the road is when it’s covered, and also the height of the snow.

Our mighty steed, a green Fiat Punto.

Best balcony view ever. One of the relies houses.

And here is the Sicilian wave rock! It is literally called that also, but in italy-words. I can’t remember the word for wave at the moment, but the word for rock is the clearly-plagurised-much-like-the-rock-itself rocca. Our West Australian wave rock clearly resembles a wave a lot more, but this wave rock wins points for having fossilised barnacles and the like embedded in it, made more impressive by the fact it’s now it’s hundreds of metres above sea level on the side of a mountain.

A shot of the little copse of oaks around wave rock. Yeah I said it. Copse.

A few more shots of one of the hilltop towns and houses dotted all around the countryside.

One of the many fresh water springs that are all over Sicily. We actually came down to this spring to stock up on drinking water, as Sicily’s ground water is full of  DDT and the restless ghosts of dead roman soldiers. It is lovely to drink directly from the spring, it tastes pure, and perfectly chilled.

Another example of how horrible wall becomes classy wall with the application of plaster. The only problem being many houses sit for decades, plasterless, before their owners feel doshed up enough to tart it up.

Cows! This is an awful photo, but if you squint hard you can see some of them are wearing bells, in what is the most delightful european cliche. Not really apparent from the photo is the noise of all the cow bells going off, like the worlds worst Blue Oyster Cult rhythm section cover band.

Bread! Really big bread. That’s impressive right. As a side note, apparently Sicilian bread is amongst the best in Italy, and much in the fashion we manually import Krispy Kreme to Western Australia, North Italians apparently stock up on the way home. This information provided to me by, native Sicilians, the unbiased source on the relative state of Sicilian bread.

Prickly pears. You can find these all over Italy, and see them from time to time in WA. I know they don’t look that pointy, but they’re full of tiny invisi-spikes which much like silent-but-violent farts, are initially undetectable, but later devastating. The fruit is pretty tasty though, so it all works out. Unlike my metaphor.

The main street of the highest town in Sicily, whose name I now forget. Also forgotten, how high it is. Bringing you the FACTS. This is where we got that giant bread.

Hey look, it’s a Dog! And it’s got puppies! Only in italy.

And now for Italians most needlessly classy outdoor fittings.

This is a little latch for holding a window open, what’s lookin’ like some classy Shakespearian dude.

Then you flip it over, and and it’s some classy broad. Probably Shakespear’s wife. Note: I couldun’t flip em over cos they were actually fused in place with rust.

Ol’ horsetap, winner of Miss Italian Outdoor Horse Tap 08′

Well that’s enough for now! I think I’m perhaps posting a few too many photos, I’m too in the moment to tell what’s interesting and what isn’t. Gimme some feed back I guess, if you have an opinion.

Thanks for looking guys, I’m missing you chumps a lot, if you are a person I know. If not augh augh augh stop stalking me.

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