First you hear the cowbells. Sometimes a human voice or tone. Usually a short command or a whistle. The dogs, if they have them, you don’t hear them until they see you. Often you only hear them; the vegetation hides them from your view. If we encounter them, they pull along the road or are on the slope right next to the road. Every time we are a little higher in the mountains here we encounter them: the goatherds. Sometimes a man, sometimes a couple (assumption) and recently a woman alone. She had something like 8 dogs with her. We couldn’t figure out exactly how many goats; our Greek was too limited for that, and that was the only language she spoke. However, the interest was greatly appreciated and both she and we continued our way with a cheerful smile.
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