While contemplating its next move, it stayed anchored to the flat rock long enough for me to take some snaps, backdropped by the rugged cliffs and ocean far below. It was a veritable goat’s trail and right on queue the metallic clatter of the goats’ bells echoed up and down the steep slopes.Īnd then, voila! Almost at the summit, with a sheer drop on the ocean side, a nervous goat leapt across our path and on to a rocky ledge, providing one of those amateur-hour picture gems. Leonie and I were on a torturous, oxygen-depleting cliff climb on a crumbling track to the summit where the views were also breathtaking, but for all the right reasons. The story has its origins outside of Kas a small fishing and tourism village in southern Turkey, located only a few kilometres from the island of Kastellorizo, a well-known Greek homeland to some famous Perth families.
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