Heat and Dust – Sirocco Winds Cover Greece in a Blanket of Sand
It’s more of a sound rather than an actual word, used to express surprise or amazement.
What had I seen?
Out there was a thick, soup-like, yellow fog.
Only this wasn’t fog at all, a Southern wind had filled the atmosphere with sand and dust, blown all the way from North Africa, bringing not only the dust, but a glorious warmth.
Dare I say spring is here?
The sea was invisible, the Gerania Mountain had disappeared and cars had their headlights on.
This happens quite regularly here in Greece, all year round.
Usually just after I have worn myself out, washing balconies, shutters and windows!
The decent of this blanket of gritty dust, which covers Greece every year, is caused by the warm, dry Sirocco wind, moving East across the Mediterranean Sea, bringing with it sand from the Arabian or Sahara deserts.
Sirocco winds, which can last as little as half a day, or up to several days, can move at speeds of up to a hundred kilometers an hour, are most common in autumn and spring; reach a peak in March and in November.
No one likes to hear a Sirocco wind is on its way, bringing with it heat and the dust, which seems to penetrate everything, causing health problems and clogging up machinery.
I imagine car wash owners, though, maybe rubbing their hands together, no car escapes the Sahara dust, not even if it’s in a garage!
It seems the weather has been strange all over Greece, my son was attending a windsurfing championship at Tsimari, Mesologgi, ( a lagoon discovered by speed windsurfers, one of the best places for speed surfing in Greece), where rain had completely washed out the road.
No problem, they ditched their cars, took off their shoes, rolled up their trousers, and walked the last bit of the way to their destination, with their surboards under their arms.
The evening news, was full of stories about the bad weather throughout Greece.
Northern Greece had been especially bad, sadly, because of torrential rain, a beautiful historic bridge, said to be the most beautiful in the Balkans, had collapsed.
The Plaka bridge of Epirus, built in 1866, was sixty one metres long and twenty meters high, what a terrible loss.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings, heavy thunder storms expected.
At least it will wash away all this dust.