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Ravens croak lazily overhead, paths peter out to nowhere. We walked along narrow lanes of red earth between drystone walls enclosing knarled olives, donkeys, a few precious cows; small, black and horned. They stood where they could among rocky outcrops, shattered boulders as big as cars and sharp stones of every size. The bare bones of this place poke through at every turn.Peter Greenhalgh in 'Deep into Mani, Southern Peloponnese'