I imagine a clapped-out lorry with rusted, flaking panels, paint-stripped by the endless sun.¬† And watermelons for thirsty Maniots reminds me of Thoreau’s praise of watermelons as the perfectly rolling cask.

‘We got a lift along it next morning in a brittle-looking lorry full of water melons for thirsty Maniots.’

Source: Patrick Leigh Fermor, Mani: Travels in the Southern Peloponnese, introduction by Michael Gorra, New York: New York Review of Books, 2006 (1958), p. 93

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