Libby,
Penny and Rich go sailing………
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September
2010
September 22nd
Now in Turkey!
Please note the Greek mobile is not currently active. Feel free to send texts to
the UK number, (doesn’t cost you any more than if we were in England) but
please refrain from calling it as it will cost us a fortune now we’re outside
the EEC. We have a Turkish Vodafone mobile number which as I write isn’t quite
online yet, but should be any moment.
Here’s Penny:
Sept 5th
– 19th – last weeks in Greece!
So our first
long haul passage on our own was okaaay. The wind
didn’t get over about 23kts but the sea was rough and very uncomfortable for
most of the trip. We covered 60 miles in 10 hours and were very glad to arrive
at the harbour of Loutra on Kithnos
which is a windswept island with jagged hills and lots of bare scrub, so
typical of the Cyclades. Kithnos is famous for its
food and rightly so. As usual after a long trip we all rushed ashore to stretch
our legs and get something to eat and were pleasantly surprised by fabulous
grub at the Sofrano yacht club. We stayed in Loutra for a few days waiting for a weather window to make
for Paros and really enjoyed ourselves. The beach was awash with tiny,
beautiful shells and there were hot springs right next to the beach where one
could wallow in 38 degree water whilst the now cooling sea washes over you.
Even the Gyros were better than most places and so we left Kithnos
a few days later definitely a few pounds heavier!
Sandcastles on a windy beach. Loutra, Kithnos.
Libby’s in hot water again! Relaxing in a hot spring after a – dare I say it –
somewhat chilly snorkel.
From Kithnos we made for Paros, some 40 miles South East and it
seemed a real breeze after our first lumpy 60 mile leg. Paros is a fabulous
island, quite touristy but with not many of them (tourists) and beautiful
Cycladic architecture. It was a bit like Poros in
that you felt like a local very quickly but as pretty as Mykonos with some
gorgeous creperies and bars. The shopping was better
than we have seen for months and so we ended up buying some rather beautiful
but very impractical cushions for the cockpit (cream) as even my amply covered
bottom is completely numb from sitting on the deck. I also splashed out on what
I think is a very beautiful piece of sculpture. It’s completely impractical in
that it’s lump of marble but I love it! We also managed to find a swimming pool
for Libby which we haven’t seen since we left Poros
and also splashed out on a great meal at a really unusual place called the
Happy Green Cow (not surprisingly, a veggie place).
It was hard to
leave Paros but in the end we stayed just 2 nights before heading further
South. Having put up with 2 longish passages we decided to break up the journey
to Amorgos by stopping at a tiny island called Skinousa. What a treat it was, a super anchorage with
beautiful water to swim in and a typically Greek village at the top of the
hill. We dined that night on my current speciality; Pork fillet in a mustard,
onion and pepper cream sauce. It’s cheap, pretty tasty and can be whipped up in
20 minutes!! Cooking is just so much easier now the weather has started to cool
down, this alongside the constant 20 knots of wind which blows around here! The
following morning we hauled our bums up the hill to the village and were more
than pleasantly surprised by its beauty and the hospitality of the people. I yomped up the hill as fast as I could –
a. To get the blood pumping and b. So I didn’t
have to listen to Libby’s whining about being hot and thirsty. Anyway as I
reached the top of the hill I was seriously sweaty but was immediately taken in
by a sweet old lady who fed me water and Turkish delight until I could speak
again! The Greeks really are very lovely people indeed and it’s always a
pleasure to enjoy local life without the input of mass tourism.
After Skinousa we made for Amorgos but
decided on another anchorage before heading to the main town to hunker down for
a few days while some extreme weather passed. Amorgos
is famed for pirates and also for the movie “The Big Blue” which I haven’t seen
yet, but will do at some stage. We stayed nearby one of the main filming areas
and enjoyed a lovely little beach bar, some fishing boats and little else.
Libby and Rich did a great job of cleaning the underside of the dinghy, using
sand as a scrubber. It was peaceful and pleasant and the pork fillet with
mustard sauce was enjoyed once more! Cooking in bulk rocks my world but I wish
my freezer was bigger!
The next
morning we made for Katapola which was just 5 miles
to the East and moored up on the town quay with power, lovely power! As we head
further East the food seems to definitely improve with Turkey and their
influences kicking in. However I have to say that Amorgos
wins the prize for best Gyros in Greece. We spent longer than we would have
preferred here as the Meltemi was fierce for a few
days but nevertheless enjoyed swimming and exploring the very pretty town. It’s
only mid Sept and already the islands are running stock down in preparation for
Winter when most of them disappear to Athens or the
like. In Amorgos we also picked up JB (Jean Baptiste) a young French backpacker attempting to spend a
few years abroad on 6,000€. He had cycled through France and then made his way
through Italy to Greece camping and is now boat hiking through the islands. We
agreed to take him to our next stop of Astypaleia and
enjoyed his company very much. He was great with Libby but did end up needing
rather more tending to than we had planned for. Another lesson learnt; our
budget is just too limited to look after more than ourselves.
Our sail from Amorgos to Astpaleia was
uneventful but it was nice to pass by several of the small Cyclades en route.
We enjoyed Astypaleia very much on our last visit on
s/y Cyrano in 2002 but my how it has changed from a yachting perspective. A
whole new mole has appeared as well as water and power which was great. Skala, the main port, is a gorgeous spot. The water is
crystal clear with a taverna right on the beach, so
the whole family is happy. There is also a rather random antique shop on the
quay where the prices are sky high, the cheapest thing in the shop being about
550€! We reckon he only sells something once every couple of months but expect
this can keep him in Ouzo for rather longer than this! We walked up the hill on
our second day to explore the castle at the top of the hill which was interspersed
with various chapels. It was a steep climb but well worth it in the end for the
views and the history. As some of you will know, I am not famed for my love of
“piles of old rocks” but I did enjoy this site. I think when marauding pirates
are involved, it does make things a bit more exciting!
We decided that
we would like lunch at the top of the hill and scoured the hillside for
somewhere which was prepared to offer us more than just cake and Ouzo. We
finally alighted upon a tiny, family run restaurant which had just opened and
had the most magnificent views of the castle and sea.
The proprietress spoke absolutely no English and we just
couldn’t understand what her daily offerings of food were. Having opted for the
safe option of Greek salad, dolmades and omelette we were delighted to hear
that she had called her husband to help translate for us. It turned out that he
had been in the Merchant Navy and was easily able to help with the menu. Even
having spent the last 5 months in Greece the dishes were all unfamiliar to us
but yet again were a fabulous surprise. We had amazing homemade dolmades with
meatballs in a potato and lemon soup! All gorgeous.
After Astypaleia we decided to make for Kos instead of Tilos as planned. It was a bit closer and more likely to
offer a swimming pool for the long suffering Libby who has found the passages
between the Saronic and Turkey fairly hard work. JB
joined us again and for the first time, we sailed the whole passage on a
beautiful beam reach. We were hoping to get onto a dock when we arrived in Kamares on Kos but this just wasn’t an option. We found a
nice spot at anchor and enjoyed an unusual evening of pie and chips, pool and
UK tourists generally. It seemed very peculiar after our previous few weeks of
basic Greek villages. The next day we decided that it was time to move
Continent and head for Turkey!`
We checked in at
Datcha which is where we are now. It’s a busy but
picturesque port with crystal clear water. Just as well…
We’ve noted,
possibly harshly that folk we’ve met at the beginning and end of season are
much nicer people. A couple of elderly chaps stopped at the end of the boat
this evening and wanted to share their reminiscences of Emsworth
– the home town written on the back of the “Bird”. Libby engaged them and
showed off her “worry beads”, recently donated by a grateful Vodafone salesman.
Ping, the trinket flew off her finger and went “plop”. Daddy donned mask and
snorkel for some 20 mins but failed to find it. Just
as I was towelling off, the old gents re-appeared with a gift for Libby – a
beautiful little charm bracelet as compensation! How very kind they were, and
Libby was immediately appeased and delighted.
September 7th
Loutra
Harbour has been our haven from the relentless Cycladic winds these last three
nights. Tomorrow we face a hopefully slightly less windy and certainly shorter
passage to Paros, at 40 miles distant. However the seas are short, steep and
confused. Most uncomfortable.
Penny’s
(finally) updated her bit of the blog, but it goes all the Way back to July.
Here it is:
July 10th – July 24th
It was with
pleasure that we finally left Vounaki – it’s been
fun, but cruising is what we are here for! Instead of heading up to Levkas as planned we first moored off Pogonia
to have a bbq with Brad and Mandy (Vounaki base managers). We picked up their mooring (which
made life easier than ever) and pootled ashore with
the dinghy. What a place they have built themselves, totally tranquil with a
beautiful garden, deck and plunge pool. It’s just a perfect haven from the
hustle and bustle of Vounaki – they can see the place
easily but it takes 20 mins to drive around the bay
by car.
We had a great trip
up to Corfu, taking 2 weeks to get there and calling in at every available port
to “check it out” in advance of our first guests arriving. One of the
highlights included a couple of pleasant nights in Vonitsa,
parked right under the castle which was floodlit at night and stunning.
Unfortunately our rudder was too long to park right next to the quay so we had
to use the dinghy as a stepping stone from the transom to shore. If only we had
thought to tie the dinghy to shore as well as to the boat as we looked like a
right bunch of Charlie’s looking at our tender floating gracefully around
mid-ships, completely out of reach as a stepping stone to the boat. Eventually
a kindly Swede came to our assistance with his spinnaker pole and all was well,
but a lesson was learnt!
Having enjoyed Parga in the past, we called in for a couple of nights but
to be honest, the last time we visited was BL (before Libby) and the crowded
anchorage/town just wasn’t our bag this time though Libby and I spent a
pleasant couple of hours “mooching” around the town together. We did shopping,
then lunch, then ice cream, chatting away like a
couple of girl friends, it was lovely.
Aug 26th!!!!
Off air has
been the order of the day for me for the last 6 weeks. Rich has made the effort
to update the blog but as you can see from the above, I have completely failed
in my online diary commitment. It’s hard to know where to catch up after such a
long time but I think that a few choice memories from our time with guests on
board will have to suffice.
Hen, Si and
Phoebe joined us from July 23rd until Aug 6th. It was so bloody
lucky that, having spent a leisurely 2 weeks cruising up from Vounaki to Corfu, I finally got around to checking their
flight details. Oops, they were a day earlier than I had been planning for
which resulted in rather frantic final preparations for their arrival!!!! We
had spent the previous few days enjoying the company and hospitality of Mick
and Jules (our Sailing Holidays friends) and were more than a little hung over....
After a totally
WINDY sail down to Paxos we alighted onto Mongonissi, which is now one of my favourite places in the
Ionian. It just has everything one might want in a port – a small
quay/anchorage with a great beach, turquoise water, sun loungers and dappled
shade where required (Henri!), 2 tavernas with great
food, showers and wi-fi! They also put on a
spectacular Greek dancing show! The funny thing about Mongonissi
is that said with vehemence, it sounds like a swear word (as does Paserelle!) and it amused us for days to come, especially
in front of the kids! We all loved it and stayed for a couple of nights. It was
in Mongonisi that “Nibbles the Treasure Hunter” was
born after Libby and Phoebe spent hours combing the beach for pretty shells.
After this we went to Paleros,
Spartahouri, Vassiliki
(where poor Libby suffered the indignity of me sitting on a deck chair whilst
her toe was underneath) and Kalamos before starting
the return trip up North. On the way back we called into Levkas,
Gaios (which wasn’t a success - too hot), Sivota Mourtos
(which was a success – water park) and finally Petriti.
Our third trip to Petriti revealed the Panorama
restaurant which is quite frankly the prettiest taverna
I have ever visited in Greece. It is set on a slope, covered in every flower
imaginable with flocks of ducks, kittens and statues scattered around the
grounds. The Eggs loved it and it was a perfect end to their 2 week cruise,
especially as they were kind enough to foot the bill.
It’s fair to
say that we were pretty knackered after our first couple of weeks with guests
aboard. I don’t know why I was surprised really because having anyone to stay
for a fortnight (even family) does create the odd
challenge – and that’s without floating AND without all the mod cons of home
living! Still, we all had a ball as I hope they did. As an aside, thanks to
Phoebe on board, Libby now attempts front crawl, turns an underwater back
somersault and can draw a very respectable flower!
We had just a
week after the Eggs left before the Lavers arrived and we spent our time wisely
doing cleaning, laundry, re-provisioning and hanging out drinking Mojitos in Agios Stephanos. It was here that we got our first fright whilst
ashore. One moment Wild Bird was anchored splendidly in the prime spot of the
bay and the next she had drifted around 500m and was only moments away from
being on the rocks on the other side. Rich raced to the boat in our high power
RIB (3.5hp!!!) and got there just in time to start the engine and save her
whilst Libby and I watched anxiously from the shore. We had seen a charter boat
tooling around trying to get their anchor up but hadn’t imagined for a moment
that they could possibly of picked up ours from where
they were moored. It just shows you that you can’t take your eyes off the yacht
in high season when anchorages are so busy and the clients so inexperienced.
Aug 14th – 28th
The Laver’s
trip was superb, we really did achieve an awful lot in
the 2 weeks they were with us. We travelled down from Corfu to Big Vathy stopping at all our favourite haunts but failing to
find much in the way of wind and it was with great pleasure that we saw Dimitris again. He is the most perfect host and I feel sad that
we didn’t see more of him this summer.
Big Vathy was our jumping off point for our first night sail on
Wild Bird. Despite my protestations of strong Easterlies being forecast (we
were heading due East!), we set off anyway. It was
fine and certainly gave me more confidence with all the electronic widgets on
board but frankly motoring into 25kts of wind is never much fun, but at least
Libby slept through it all, bless her. We had a few “moments” on passage which
included the loss of the tender after the painter snapped. I was delighted that
it was me that spotted the loss and me who spotted the itinerant dinghy – it’s
good to sometimes feel more than just the cook/cleaner on board. Towards the
end of mine and Graham’s first watch, just before heading into the Gulf of Patras, Graham said – “You know this bridge we have to go
under, it is a full suspension bridge, no pillars or anything? As far as I know
I replied....” Luckily dawn was looming
as we approached, as were several massive pillars, which we of course found our
way safely through! One’s head does do funny things in the middle of the night, of course there are ruddy pillars.
After a rest in
Trizonia, we pushed on to the Corinth canal which as
usual was magnificent. For the first time I can remember, the Greek paperwork
we needed to complete after the Corinth was a breeze. Instead of hours waiting,
stamping in quadruplicate and a surly official, we were greeted with an
efficient, nice young man and a slice of birthday cake which his buddies kindly
delivered while we were there. A pleasant surprise indeed.
A few more hours brought us to the pretty port of Old Epidavros.
We arrived late and anchored off with just enough time before a well earned to
rest to grab a few beers, a butterfly balloon for Libby and several Gyros
ashore. STOP PRESS – GRAHAM
FOUND THE LEAK IN THE DINGHY. FABULOUS NEWS!! The next morning we went onto the dock to get water,
breakfast and to chill out (aka downing a lot of Mythos)
whilst the Lavers did the cultural thing at the famous amphitheatre.
After a gentle
stroll to the local amphitheatre we headed to Poros
where we said goodbye to the Lavers and stayed on the dock for 4 days enjoying
power, water and excellent shopping. It’s a great place where you feel at home after
just a few days and we particulary enjoyed Niki’s pool and hospitality. We didn’t however enjoy the
continuous wash from the passing ferries which made the boat jump up and down
like a kangaroo. Having had our fair share of breakages and losses over the
last few weeks, we were delighted to find an excellent chandlery in Poros which supplied us with almost everything we needed
including another Hella fan (thanks Lavers) and some
not terribly nautical green tomato netting to act as a sun shade. I really had
forgotten how hot this blessed country gets and I don’t care in the slightest
that we look like a garden centre when it’s up!
Aug 28th – Sept 5th
After the
Laver’s left we decided to spend a few more days in the Saronic
before finding a weather window to head East through the Cyclades and Dodecs to Turkey. It really is an incredibly windy stretch
of water and I confess I’m not looking forward to it.
Our first stop
was Hydra which I was really looking forward to but just hadn’t anticipated
quite how small the port was. We found a spot right on the main dock and were
enchanted by the complete lack of cars, all transportation being carried out by
donkeys but were saddened to find that thanks to all the ferry and water taxi
wash, it was more bouncy that Poros! Hydra is
probably a better place to visit without a small child as aside from the
donkeys which she enjoyed it is really just beautiful architecture in a tiny
shopping Mecca which roughly translated means “I want this and I want that”
without let up!
(Please see
photos near the bottom of the page.)
We stayed just
one night in Hydra before realising that an anchorage was what was called for.
We made for the island of Dhokos and found an idyllic
spot on the North West coast with just a couple of other yachts in situ. The
water was crystal clear and there were no sign of the large brown jellyfish
which have been with us since Corinth. They are harmless but horrible!!! We all
snorkelled for hours and just revelled in the peace and quiet of it all. We are
really enjoying some short hops before heading East
where we will have to average 30-40 mile days and so from Dhokos
we made for Ermioni, some 8 miles away.
Ermioni
is a pleasant working town with little tourism but everything a long term
cruiser enjoys including a very amiable Belgium chap called Phillip who we
spent a bit of time with. We relaxed here for a couple of days but with a fair
wind forecast we decided to sail over to Spetse which
is renowned as the island for the rich and famous and had the previous week
hosted the wedding of some Greek prince. We had a lovely sail over and found a
great spot on the quay on the opposite side of Batiza
creek from all the action. Having found ourselves a quiet spot we were
disappointed to see a noisy 52ft Princess motor yacht trying to rather
inexpertly squeeze it’s way in next to us, right at the end of the day. After a
shaky start they turned out to be a nice family from Athens with a little girl
called Alexandra who was the same age as Libby. We dutifully toured their new
vessel, cooing in all the right places and enjoyed some small talk, wine and nibbles while the girls played together beautifully.
The next day we
went into the main port of Dapia and Liiby and I enjoyed a quick tour in a pony and trap or Princess
carriage as she prefers
to refer to it.
That night our
sleep was blighted by music from the other side of the bay which was so loud it
made the boat shake and even with ear plugs and a pillow over my head, I
couldn’t drown it out – our neighbours on the Princess even called the Police!
For me Spetsai
has been completely ruined by exceptionally loud music at night, but worse than
that during the day there is an ENDLESS cacophony of mopeds. REALLY
loud ones. You can’t take a peaceful stroll anywhere without having to
be on constant alert lest one of the family be
flattened by one of these infernal machines. I’m not rightly sure when
motorised transport was first admitted to the island, but I’m certain it wasn’t
long ago. What a disaster! We curtailed our visit to “town” and fled for the
relative (daytime at least) tranquillity of Wild Bird. Honestly, it makes me SO
cross I just have to just share with you a picture of the offending machinery
that you might share in my sorrow for paradise lost. - Rich
……and they
reckon the Elgin Marbles would be in better hands…….!
We decided that
with the weather forecast looking ok we would bail to Ermioni
to re-provision and set sail for Kithnos in the
Cyclades or Ki-kla-des as it is actually pronounced.
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September 1st.
A pinch and a
punch and all that……
It’s getting
cooler, thank God. We’re in Ermione on the East quay.
We were feeling smug yesterday when the wind was howling from the West. Now
it’s howling from the East, and we’re all alone, bouncing up and down. To us
though it just feels all too familiar – we were on the North Quay in Poros when the North wind blew, the South Quay in Idhra, (or Hydra) when, well ANY wind can blow it’s the
taxi-boats that kick up the swell there. In short we’re used to bobbing about
on our mooring, and it’s really quite good for toning the stomach muscles! The
Girl we’ve observed, is developing quite a six-pack!
The local self
appointed cruiser rep has been to visit. “You don’t want to be on THIS quay
mate, move to that one, side-to.” He’s probably right, but we’ll ride it out
for now. After all the anchor’s holding well and we
have a lovely breeze coming through the boat.
After seemingly
weeks of being on a town quay of some sort, we anchored in a small bay on Dhokos island the day before
yesterday. Suddenly life got “real” again. It was utterly peaceful; the boat
wasn’t leaping about, there were no mopeds screaming around or vans throwing up
great clouds of dust just us, and a couple of other boats at a respectable
distance. I finally riveted (!) Libby’s diving mask
together (the strap is at the extremity) and she and Penny spent an age
snorkelling among the varied and colourful fish around the boat. Then it was MY
turn to snorkel with the Girl, and we must have drifted around for an hour or
so. It was pleasure beyond measure. Suddenly the little three-year-old was a
fully participating dive companion, pointing out fish and enjoying the
underwater serenity like anyone else. We held hands for a bit and at one point
she clambered onto my back for a rest. Then I could feel her little head
creeping over my shoulder so she could get an underwater view without having to
swim…..I just cracked up and in my laughter my mask seal was compromised and I
got a nose full of seawater. This happened a few times, and I finally had to
disengage and throw my head back and laugh and laugh and laugh. I haven’t been
happier for a long time.
It’s been a real
pleasure getting the Girl to enjoy the pleasures of the sea. I bought her a kiddies mask and snorkel back in early July and she seemed
to take to it immediately in a pool. But then there were teething troubles –
the strap kept coming undone, she got a nose full of water once too often and
that was that. Now however, her confidence is returning and I’m on the lookout
for a decent “gel” mask and self-purging snorkel that will fit her. Probably
have to wait for the winter and our brief return to consumerism. (I tried to
avoid the word “civilisation”.)
We appear to
have an unwelcome visitor aboard. It’s that thing we all dread, and it seems to
be our turn. We awoke yesterday morning to irrefutable evidence that we’d been
visited by a RAT. A crisp packet had been tampered with in the saloon, and
there were tell-tale droppings in the cockpit. Now as a flotilla skipper years
ago, I’ve had some experience with vermin. The ONLY solution is a good
old-fashioned spring-loaded death machine. However, nobody in Ermione seems to sell them. Consequently, Penny came back
from the shops with a tube of something sticky and some bits of cardboard. The
instructions were to put the sticky stuff on the cardboard, bait it, and leave
it somewhere prominent. The rat should then await the hours of darkness, emerge
from his new nest, make for the bait and get stuck in the sticky stuff. So………
Well, I’m not
sure if there IS such a thing as “Ectoplasm”, or if it only exists in Sci-Fi
films. But, this is the description I would give to this wretched stuff which
this morning had dribbled WAY beyond the cardboard and down the engine-bay
bulkhead, the companionway steps, around the inverter control panel, and all
places in-between. If you TOUCH it you can’t get it off your hands. If you try
to wipe it up it simply shreds the cloth. WHAT a pickle!!
What’s in a
name? Ermione, (sometimes written “Hermione”) by the
way is pronounced “er-me-own-ee”. Not having had a
classical education, nor having mixed in circles where I might have met a
real-life “Hermione”, I read the Harry Potter books pronouncing the principle
girl’s name in the same fashion, “Her-me-own-ee”. It
was only when a real-life “Hermione” came to work with Penny that I realised my
mistake. My mistake……?? The older I get the more I realise how unimportant
these things are; what most people accept to be correct should be de-facto
regarded as correct. Discuss!
Haircuts abroad
can be traumatic experiences. The WORST experience I ever had was actually in
Germany some years ago. She was a pretty thing, but couldn’t speak a word of
English; my German was very limited indeed. For some reason she took umbrage at
my inability to communicate and I spent the time looking at the reflection of a
very sour face indeed.
My first Greek haircut, circa 1993 was awkward in a different way. I
hadn’t been briefed that you’re supposed to just get up when you feel enough
has been trimmed! Maybe someone was pulling my leg.
At any rate, I
needed another trim just now, so last week I went into a suitable establishment
in Poros. The timing was perfect – the previous
client was just leaving and I was first in line – possibly the last cut of the
day. The barber had a shaggy head of hair and an unkempt beard. Around the walls of the tiny narrow salon hung the usual photos;
Marilyn Monroe & James Dean etc. I told myself that a good mechanic
tends to overlook the upkeep of his own vehicle. All went very well, but again
the language barrier proved awkward. He was clearly not wanting to make too
much of an effort this late in the day, and once I’d got past a brief exchange
about the weather, we fell silent. Have you chaps ever wondered about etiquette
at the barbers? I set on my face what I hoped was an encouraging but
not-too-distracting demeanour. I wanted to convey that I was pleased with
progress thus far, yet hoped for a great end-result, when the time was deemed
appropriate by the man with the tools. Attempting to curry favour I responded
like a well-oiled marionette to sideways pressure on my head as required. I
looked at my reflection, modified my expression a tad, glanced at Mr Shaggy –
he was using those scissors which don’t really seem to cut, just snip at a
space just beyond one’s split ends. I gazed at the reflection of Ms Monroe, her
skirt blowing up in that classic pose – “what big knees” I thought. This was
the era before air-brush and photo-shop! The barber finished off the job with
the cut-throat razor. I knew I couldn’t prevent my expression from stiffening a
little, and I thought ahead to Turkish barbers – that breed who consider the
job unfinished if they haven’t at least set fire to your ears!
Anyway, I guess
I just think too much. The barber is a professional. It says so (I imagine) on
numerous auspicious-looking certificates pinned prominently around the mirror.
He’s a performer with an audience of one – or sometimes of course a full house.
He’s seen it all, from grumps to plain idiots. I looked at myself again. I
wonder if I appeared to be in the latter category………?
And now from
recent archives………….
Penny – feeling light-headed about being in the saddle
once more. In the same way that some fast boats have to show a
yellow flashing light – so it is with tourists who look like they may break
unexpectedly into a gallop…….
There are no vehicles in
Hydra, (Idhra) so Penny and the Girl went shopping by
pony:
Law and order appeared a bit extreme on the island of Lakka, but then the notice on the old shop door gave us
more of a cloooo!