The Easter Week on Mount Athos
ALL THAT my companion and I had for sustenance on the road to Iviron was a quarter kilo of dried peaches. Chewing our way down towards the sea, we encountered an old gentleman on his fourth annual pilgrimage through the religious world of Mount Athos. From behind his bushy white moustache came these words of encouragement: ‘Be in time for the monastery’s Good Friday vigil tonight; you will witness the Miracle of the Kandili.’
