tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448649883462927052024-02-07T06:43:09.831+02:00This 'n' That - every day life observationsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-70546812578043363402012-08-18T15:36:00.003+03:002012-08-18T15:37:36.615+03:00Five Minute Friday - Stretch, Cat YogaIt's that time again! Write for five minutes, unedited about a topic. Today's subject is - STRETCH.<br />
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Er, God, this is a difficult one today! What to write about? Well, I have an obsession with cats and can waste many hours just watching them. One that I looked after recently, Branston, was found in Athens Airport and I looked after him until he was re-homed permanently.<br />
You can see him here, enjoying a Stretch (and Yawn as it turns out).<br />
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Cats are great eh? Very versatile and can STRETCH into all sorts of places. I often wonder if there's a cat equivalent to yoga - some of their 'poses' look like Yoga ones.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-34894496626692501232012-08-10T12:18:00.001+03:002012-08-10T12:19:04.983+03:00Five Minute Friday - ConnectThis week, Five Minute Friday is all about Connect. Five minutes to write. No pausing, editing - just full on writing. OK: <br />
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We all connect in different ways. Which one is your favourite? I now live in Athens, Greece away from my family in the UK and find the best way for me to connect is via <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/LeavingCairo">Facebook,</a> my <a href="http://www.leavingcairo.blogspot.com/">blog</a> or email (especially to my father who is clueless about blogs and Facebook).<br />
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Others prefer mobile phones. Sometimes technology can be a bad thing though. How many times have to witnessed (or done this yourself?) people sitting at a table in a cafe/restaurant all texting and not conversing with each other? I've been guilty of it - but now when I meet a friend, I turn my phone off so I can give him/her my full attention.<br />
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Email is an interesting one: you can say so much more without FEAR. Without fear of confrontation, recriminations and be a lot more expressive. I've noticed my 78 year old father is much more comfortable telling me he loves me in an email. And ironically, this helps him when he sees me! He has also become more affectionate & huggy. I suspect the email has helped him express his emotions.<br />
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Me? I prefer face to face where ever possible. Things get lost in translation, communication can break down.<br />
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How about you? How do you Connect?<br />
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STOP.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-4929092283255803472012-08-08T08:14:00.002+03:002012-08-08T08:16:00.834+03:00Where did all the REAL, GOOD men go?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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hunter type who'll keep her safe! Forget this "new man" bollocks!<br />
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I mean, where are they? You know the ones: they'd catch a rabbit, skin and cook it if they had to (we are coming to the end of the world this year, supposedly, after all). They are so comfortable in themselves, they lack ego & don't need a bevy of women around them to flirt with them, to keep that ego inflated.<br />
They talk to you without looking at your breasts, they hold an intelligent conversation yet can throw you around the bedroom (if you get what I mean).<br />
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Am I asking for too much? Is there a certain age range I need to be looking at (IE: older men)? I've been told older men are more comfortable with themselves...but I don't want a geriatric!<br />
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<a href="http://hope.gr/about-2/">Eleni Zoe,</a> a Greek blogger/author of "Hope Dies Last" laments these issues in better detail than I do. I will ask her for some advice. But if anyone has any in the meantime IE: where to look? Nationalities preferred (I have to say, the Greeks are preferable as they're a lot rougher round the edges, less prissy and don't moisturise as much as the 'modern' man).<br />
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Comments?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-72904810598898543122012-07-27T13:55:00.004+03:002012-07-27T13:56:16.162+03:00Five Minute Friday - Beyond<strong><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial;">Today's topic for Five minute Friday is...Beyond. Write for five minutes, no editing, uninterrupted on this topic...OK...<br /><br />GO!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial;">Well, as you can see from this gorgeous skyline picture, I have spent the last few days in London, UK. I am very excited by this picture because it doesn't just depict the City skyline, but what lays beyond is the Olympic Stadium! And we all know the opening ceremony is tonight.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial;">Now then, I was privileged to be invited to a tech rehearsal and show around the Olympic Stadium last Wednesday, but have been sworn to secrecy! You'll just have to watch tonight.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial;">There's a little lesson here too: always look 'beyond' the obvious and see the other side...look through the immediate to see beyond what's in front of our noses. This will teach us tolerance and respect, make us better people in the long run.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial;">Well, what should I blog about? I like to try to keep my blogging upbeat, sometimes it'll stray into negativity at times though.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial;">For example, "ENOUGH!" I say about all the negative twaddle that is coming out by the media about Greece & Spain. Greece is a LOVELY country and perfectly safe for holidays! I love Spain too - unfortunately these countries have been caught up in a maelstrom of negativity and it's like something/one is trying very hard (doesn't need to try too hard!) to discredit them for some reason.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial;">OK, what else? "ENOUGH!" about the Olympics! There has been a lot of negative hype in the newspapers about the 2012 Olympic Games regarding security, queues at LHR airport, etc. But as my <a href="http://thisnthat-everydaylifeobservations.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/dress-rehearsal-of-london-2012-olympic.html">recent post shows,</a> I think the up and coming Games might be quite exciting, especially the Opening Ceremony.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial;">So, ENOUGH with the negativity people!!!</span></strong><br />
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Don't ask me how - it is through a six degree of separation process. And I doubt I will be allowed to divulge much afterwards, but I can give you an indication, at least, as to whether it'll be any good (unless I am made to sign something! Spooky!)<br />
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Nevertheless, apparently the play list has been 'leaked.' I know I have been sceptic of this Olympics, what with <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2012/jul/19/olympic-delay-border-staff-strike">Border staff threatening to strike on 26th July</a> and <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2012/jul/19/london-2012-extra-troops-standby">the debacle over Olympic security,</a> but I have to say - I am excited about the prospect of a preview of the Opening Ceremony...if not because, let's be honest, I don't particularly feel patriotic (sorry, but I don't) - more because of the fact it'll be like going to an outdoor concert! And I was looking for a good festival or concert to go to whilst visiting the UK, why not this one?!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com0London, UK51.5073346 -0.127683151.3492066 -0.4435401 51.6654626 0.1881739tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-24443611177158925862012-07-17T19:53:00.000+03:002012-07-22T17:34:03.817+03:00Queueless & British drunksYes! I take my cap off in apology to the Olympics. Due to recent media hype <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2012/jul/12/london-2012-heathrow-border-passport-olympics?INTCMP=SRCH">about immigration queues at LHR</a>, I feared I would miss my train down to the West Country. <br />
But my fears were unfounded! Arriving at about 7:45pm last night (Monday 16th, incidentally when an extra 10,000 people were supposed to pass through London for the Olympics), not a queue was in sight at Immigration. I wanted to take a photo for you all, but that would NOT have been a good idea really now would it? (Especially as I have changed so much from my passport picture as well!).<br />
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Off I trot onto the uber efficient train system to Paddington station, to whisk me away to the West Country. But NOT so uber efficient are their food or coffee outlets. I was helpfully informed by a smiling barista in Starbucks that they close at 9pm, so I couldn't order (CLOSE AT 9??! Don't forget I've been living in Greece, people - where things START TO OPEN at 9pm).<br />
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At least Costa is open 24 hrs. I sit in the grim, chilly station - observing the world around me. Alas Costa does not offer free Internet (unlike their Athens branches). Ho hum, being internetless would probably do me good anyway for a bit.<br />
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I board my train - it pulls away at 9:45pm. As it's the last train to the West Country that night, it stops at every single tiny station you can think of. If the weather wasn't reminder enough that I was back 'home', at Bristol Temple Meads on jump about 7 youngish people (in their 30's) who've been to a concert and are absolutely rolling drunk. And yes, they choose to sit opposite me.<br />
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"I bet they get off at Bridgwater" I silently said to myself. For those of you familiar with the West Country and Bridgwater, you'll understand why I thought that.<br />
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Actually, we had a really interesting chat and once I'd managed to ignore the overtures of one guy (and he got the hint that he wasn't really getting anywhere anyway), they were an interesting group. They kept repeating how NICE I was, and how non-judgemental.<br />
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Well, to be honest - they made my journey quite interesting and certainly gave me a lot to think about regarding cultural differences. You see? Not even in the country 24 hrs and ALREADY subjected to drunkenness and potentially threatening behaviour. They WEREN'T threatening at all, once you just spoke to them - but on the face of it they were. BTW they did, indeed, get off at Bridgwater.<br />
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All this: weather, drunken people in their 30's shows me even more that I've made the right decision to stay in Greece - where people don't become aggressively drunk, where they don't PLAN to get drunk, are FRIENDLY drunks (if they do happen to get drunk) and where the sun shines almost 365 days of the year.<br />
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Still, it's good to be back for a while. I will report back more when I go to London next week. I'm looking forward to seeing my friends and attempting to get into Olympic mood.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com2London, UK51.5073346 -0.127683151.3492066 -0.4435401 51.6654626 0.1881739tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-87917298805054316972012-07-15T21:15:00.000+03:002012-07-22T17:41:35.237+03:00In London week before the Olympics<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Hi everyone,<br />
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I usually blog from Athens, Greece but have a lovely trip planned home to the UK to see friends and family. I will spend a few days in London with friends, but am wondering if this is such a good idea, with all the Olympic hype!<br />
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Anyway, for the next few days I will blog from there - let you all know the atmosphere, the weather (!) and whether those queues at LHR really are as bad as they say.<br />
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Speak to you all soon.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-2067670511932195142012-07-06T11:24:00.000+03:002012-07-06T11:24:31.611+03:00Five Minute Friday - Story<br />
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<b><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">I got to thinking about this concept of living your own story, living the dream. Is it selfish to create your own story and live it? That's exactly what I'm doing now: teaching and living in a foreign country. I feel I'm living in a fairy story. I've been living it for 3.5 years now (learning the language slowly, getting to know the locals, loving the kids and adults I teach and occasionally writing about it) - but because it's not a 9-5 Monday to Friday existence in drizzly rain, I feel like my life is one big fairy story, and I will awaken with a rude bump one day.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">But life doesn't HAVE to be like that. I am slowly coming around to the fact that it's OK to live your life as YOU want, not how others perceive it should be.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">So if there's always something you've wanted to do, make that change in your life, live YOUR life. Make and create your real, living story.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #5d5d5e; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">STOP.</span></b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com6Athens, Greece37.9753357 23.736149737.9252692 23.6571857 38.0254022 23.815113699999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-73285459777105280612012-06-29T11:21:00.002+03:002012-07-22T17:47:42.637+03:00Five Minute Friday - Dance, Greek style.Today's topic for Five minute Friday is...Dance. Write for five minutes, no
editing, uninterrupted on this topic...OK...<br />
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Now then - as you will know from my other blog <a href="http://www.leavingcairo.blogspot.com/">Leaving Cairo,</a> I am a British gal who lives in Athens, Greece. Greece is a beautiful country and the Greeks know how to live life. Part of that living life includes dancing.<br />
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A particular favourite is the traditional dance as seen on "Zorba" - but contrary to popular belief, Greeks do not throw plates. No, they clap and throw rose petals and this dance is usually performed by a man or a woman in a circle of people - then perform this for the one they love.<br />
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Dance can be used across all cultures - African, Aboriginal, Native American Indian - to celebrate anything: a great feast, a wedding, a successful hunt or, in Greece's case - just a pure celebration of a love of life.<br />
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If only we could all rid ourselves of our self consciousness without the aid of alcohol and just DANCE, uninhibited. We can learn a lot from the Greeks.<br />
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STOP.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com5Athens, Greece37.9753357 23.736149737.9252692 23.6571857 38.0254022 23.815113699999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-87131228952948436362012-06-27T16:29:00.001+03:002012-07-22T17:52:44.730+03:00It's the little things...<div style="text-align: left;">
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I was travelling to work today on the trolley (the Greek name for the yellow 'buses' that run on electricity) and two things made me smile:<br />
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1) An old man gets off the trolley at his stop - looks around him and passes his still valid ticket to a person about to board. The person thanks him very much.<br />
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(In Athens, you buy a public transport ticket for 1.40 or 1.20 and stamp it in the machine upon entry of said transport. It stamps a time on it and your tkt is valid for 90 mins of travel from the time you stamped it. So, obviously once you've finished your journey and there's still time left, it's nice to give your ticket away - I've done it in the past and had it done to me too).<br />
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2) Same old man sees a homeless person on the street (an increasing number unforutnately of late), and stops to chat to him and give him some small change and a cigarette.<br />
OK, this isn't going to stop the man being homeless, but it's the compassion that made me smile, the humanity displayed.<br />
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Keep it up Greece - don't let the IMF and Germany strip you of your dignity and human spirit.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-76106812267045954082012-06-26T14:10:00.000+03:002012-07-22T18:00:30.582+03:00Travelling to Hong Kong by container ship!<div style="text-align: left;">
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Remember back in February I posted about my proposed trip by <a href="http://thisnthat-everydaylifeobservations.blogspot.gr/2012/02/container-ship-anyone.html">container ship to Australia?</a> I then further investigated my <a href="http://thisnthat-everydaylifeobservations.blogspot.gr/2012/03/not-so-conventional-person.html">fears about this,</a> especially given the pirate activity in the Indian Ocean.<br />
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<br />Anyway, after discussions with the shipping agent and a long think, <a href="http://thisnthat-everydaylifeobservations.blogspot.gr/2012/03/not-so-conventional-person.html">plus that discussion with my father,</a> I decided to go for it! So today, I have placed a deposit for a proposed July 2013 departure date. However, having looked at finances, I will not be going as far as Australia. I will take the following route:<br />
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<strong>Itinerary:</strong>Hamburg <br />
Thamesport (2 Days) <br />
<strong><span style="color: magenta;">Piräus (10 Days) <br />Suezkanal (12 Days) <br />Jeddah (15 Days) <br />Colombo (23 Days) <br />Tanjung Pelepas (28 Days) <br />Kaohsiung (34 Days) <br />Ningpo (36 Days) <br />Shanghai (37 Days) <br />Taipei (39 Days) <br />Hongkong (41 Days)</span></strong> </div>
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Yantian (42 Days) <br />
Tanjung Pelepas (46 Days) <br />
Colombo (50 Days) <br />
Jeddah (56 Days) <br />
Suezkanal (58 Days) <br />
Piräus (60 Days) <br />
Rotterdam (68 Days) <br />
Hamburg (70 Days) <b></b></div>
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In <span style="color: magenta;">purple</span> is the route I will take - so in total: 31 days from Piraeus to Hong Kong and spend a few days in Hong Kong. </div>
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Looking at this itinerary, the longest stretch at sea will be between Jeddah and Colombo (8 days) and then Tanjung Pelepas to Kaohsiung (6 days).</div>
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How will I spend my days I wonder? Well, don't forget <a href="http://thisnthat-everydaylifeobservations.blogspot.gr/2012/05/across-atlantic.html">I've already travelled by container ship across the Atlantic,</a> so I am aware of what to expect. It's a good job I now have a <a href="http://thisnthat-everydaylifeobservations.blogspot.gr/2012/02/update-about-how-we-read-in-this.html">Kindle</a> to store loads of good reading material before I go - plus write up a fantastic log of my journey!</div>
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Am I excited? Oh yes! My next question: does anybody know anybody in Hong Kong who'd like to show me around? Or any idea of affordable accommodation?<br />
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And if any publication is interested in featuring my journey, do please get in touch. I would love to hear from you.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com3Athens, Greece37.9753357 23.736149737.9252692 23.6571857 38.0254022 23.815113699999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-70560129388924534402012-06-22T19:48:00.001+03:002012-06-22T19:58:23.248+03:00Five Minute Friday - Risk - Life in GreeceToday's topic for Five minute Friday is...Risk. Write for five minutes, no editing, uninterrupted on this topic...OK...<br />
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People think that I take a risk living my life the way I do. It's no big deal, I am a qualified English Language teacher and enjoy teaching in different cultures. I have had the pleasure of being about to teach in countries as diverse as Sri Lanka, Egypt and currently, Greece. <br />
People turn their noses up when they hear I live in Greece, especially when they hear Athens.<br />
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"Isn't there a RISK living there?"<br />
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Well, isn't it a risk stepping outside your front door every day, wherever you are in the world? It's not a dangerous country - the people here are friendly, helpful and beyond all that, HUMANE.<br />
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Yes, it can be risky - just like in your own countries. But where would we be in life if we didn't take risks? I took a risk, coming to a strange country to work - and I love it. It's taught me humanity, broadened my mind and tonight, I will even be supporting my adopted country in the EURO 2012 football (Greece vs Germany).<br />
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So go on people - take a risk in life. Don't let fear hold you back. You could learn something about yourself in the process.<br />
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STOP.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-18761070322821956492012-06-22T12:41:00.000+03:002012-06-22T12:41:22.514+03:005 Minute Friday - PATHI've joined a Friday challenge: a 5 minute Friday challenge to write about a topic for 5 minutes, completely unedited, etc.<br />
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So - here goes!<br />
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PATH is today's topic. My path, I thought, was set out for me. I had a good job in London, my flat, the car, the cat, etc. But was I happy? NO! I kept feeling something was missing.<br />
Always one to get itchy feet, I assumed as I 'matured' I'd get rid of this feeling, but it just grew. I got miserable in my job until eventually, in my 30's, I jacked it all in - went to University and am now living in Athens, Greece after having re-trained as an EFL teacher.<br />
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Am I happy - you bet! Is my life secure? Not really, but then that was what was missing for me - I need a sense of 'insecurity' in a way. Luckily I don't have kids yet, otherwise that'd surely change.<br />
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So it seems my Path has changed, and I am grateful. Or maybe this was always meant to be my path, but I was on the wrong one originally! I'm glad I've found my 'Itheca' - my path. And just because your path might be vastly different from those around you, don't think it's a wrong path.<br />
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Whew! 5 minutes isn't a long time eh?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com0Athens, Greece37.9753357 23.736149737.9252692 23.6571857 38.0254022 23.815113699999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-41305552342890991492012-05-10T12:14:00.000+03:002012-05-10T12:14:49.998+03:00Across the AtlanticI've been promising this post for a long time now - my adventures across the Atlantic. <br />
Sorry I've neglected this blog for a while - the month of April saw me busy with the A-Z Blogging Challenge <a href="http://www.leavingcairo.blogspot.com/">here.</a> <br />
So here it is! Enjoy...<br />
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“You’re going WHERE?” enquired friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was not so much my destination(s) that
fascinated them: Guadeloupe, <st1:city w:st="on">Martinique</st1:city>, <st1:country-region w:st="on">Colombia</st1:country-region> and <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Costa Rica</st1:place></st1:country-region> – rather the fact I had
chosen to get there by ship, no – not a cruise ship but a passenger on a Del
Monte ‘banana boat’…a container ship if you will.</div>
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journey’s all part of the fun…besides, you should understand, being an ex man
of the sea.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Having been nurtured since
birth on stories of the great high seas and countries afar, my wanderlust for
all things original had certainly been, in part, from his gene pool.</div>
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Havre</st1:place></st1:city>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Registered in <st1:country-region w:st="on">Liberia</st1:country-region>,
she was an impressive sight – the bridge aft with the containers forward of
that and as I was lead up the gangplank by Stewerd Slava, I felt a growing
excitement well up inside:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>5 weeks round
trip – 11 days at sea until our first port of call: <st1:place w:st="on">Guadeloupe</st1:place>.</div>
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cabin rivalled that of any cruise ship – champagne and flowers greeting
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unpacking I opened my cabin door at
the knock and found a German couple standing there: Bernd and Christina from
Breman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They helpfully advised that
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were spent writing, reading, being shown around and educated about the hold:
cargo included electronics’ and cars to the <st1:place w:st="on">Caribbean, </st1:place>swimming in the small outdoor exercise pool and
chatting to the Latvian Captain on the Bridge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I inadvertently found myself thrown into the unofficial role of EFL
teacher to the crew – a new career opening, perhaps?</div>
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dishes for dinner and experiencing sunrise and sunset at sea is an experience
beyond explanation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The captain
explained in his 25 years of sailing, he had never missed a sunset – always
hoping to catch a glimpse of refraction…that green light that bounces off the
horizon when the sun hits – he’s only ever seen it twice, and no such luck for
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local markets of the French Antilles, colonial architecture and the Walled city
of Cartagena as well as armed guards with Alsatians tending our ship at Turbo,
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trip was the sense of peace being at sea affords you: how life is put into
perspective out here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seamen are quite
spiritual people deep down, despite this crew’s Eastern European dour
demeanour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These 5 weeks spent at sea
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Hence my decision to undertake another trip in the summer of 2013 - read about my proposed plans <a href="http://thisnthat-everydaylifeobservations.blogspot.com/2012/02/container-ship-anyone.html">here.</a></div>
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Thank you, Kevin Griffiths at the <a href="http://www.cruisepeople.com/">The Cruise People</a> for organising.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com1Guadeloupe-14.5994134 -28.6731465-90 169.6081035 63.2944931 133.0456035tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-60895057310061119032012-03-28T12:59:00.000+03:002012-03-28T12:59:03.598+03:00A not so conventional person?I had a very odd conversation with my dad yesterday on the phone.<br />
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Me: "Hi dad"<br />
Dad: "Hi love - I'll call you back." (Bless! Even at my age, he still likes to save me money)<br />
Me: "Hi again. Have you heard what's happened in the Maldives?" <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-17518631">Click here to see the story</a><br />
Dad: "Yes - are you worried?"<br />
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(For those of you who might be wondering why I might be worried, see <a href="http://thisnthat-everydaylifeobservations.blogspot.com/2012/02/container-ship-anyone.html">my past post</a> about my planned trip next year).<br />
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Me: "Yes! But when I went across the Atlantic by container, we were in danger in Colombia too."<br />
Dad: "Yes, but that was from drug lords - this is pirates.<br />
Me: "My agent's told me the ships they take passengers on go at twice the speed of the taken ship, have armed escorts and are high sided."<br />
Dad: "Yes, he's trying to tell you those ships aren't as easy to board. Listen, there's an element of risk either way - you just have to decide if you want to do it."<br />
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THAT'S when I had my thunderbolt moment: I'm a woman in her late 30's, not married, no kids planning a trip to Oz by container ship from Greece through some bl**dy dangerous waters. WHAT a bizarre conversation to be having. How many other people would be having this sort of conversation with their dads? <br />
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Do I have a death wish? I know I have a slightly unhealthy desire to 'be different' and non-conventional, but am I pushing boundaries?<br />
Clearly not too unusual as my agent's told me the trips get booked up with passengers up to a year in advance (let me make myself clear, this is NOT a cruise ship, it's a container ship passage).<br />
Obviously, then, there are people out there like me who also take these trips.<br />
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The thing that makes me chuckle is the very laconic style of our conversation (my dad and I).<br />
We finish off with:<br />
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Dad: "The problem comes is with the guns. Clearly you don't want to get shot."<br />
Me: "Hmmmm, clearly not, no. <br />
Dad: "If it comes to it, the crew will tell you to stay inside, and you must do so, understand?"<br />
Me: "Sure - my agent had also said the problem is with the stupid passengers who want too much adventure and go out on deck."<br />
Dad: "Good, so if you follow your instructions of the Captain, you shouldn't get shot at" (said in a very conversational tone I might add).<br />
Me: "Yes, this might be the one time in my life I actually do as I'm told!"<br />
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I will have a serious think about this trip, stay in touch with my agent and keep myself well informed.<br />
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So! My latest excellent Kindle read? <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Pants-Adventures-Idiot-Abroad-ebook/dp/B0057P6FNO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1332066456&sr=1-1">This</a> fantastic adventure by Tony James Slater (who hails not far from my native part of the UK I hasten to add!), about life as an animal volunteer in Equador. <br />
It was a book close to my heart as I, too, had spent time in a developing country (Sri Lanka) volunteering, albeit as an English Teacher (I sense another blog post coming on for all you interested readers). I contacted Tony through his <a href="https://www.facebook.com/#!/TonyJamesSlater">Facebook </a>page to congratulate and thank him for such an entertaining read (and at such a good price too!)<br />
He very kindly responded to me and, as a fellow blogger and trying to get my own novel off the ground, has offered support in any way he can. Ahhhh - these writers, they're a nice bunch really aren't they?<br />
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What am I reading now? I just HAD to purchase the adventures of a flight attendant, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Around-World-Bad-Mood-ebook/dp/B0072LWPKI/ref=pd_rhf_ee_p_t_1">"Around the World in a Bad Mood"</a> and to be honest, I was up 'till 3am reading it!<br />
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Thanks, Kindle. I hope you don't - after the Honeymoon period, decide to up the prices significantly of your books (at least wait 'till I get mine out there!)<br />
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Happy Reading everyone!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-14955041848693853352012-02-28T13:14:00.000+02:002012-02-28T13:14:48.329+02:00The Oscars - and what IS it about Angelina Jolie??I should warn you now - if you are a fan of 'that woman,' please read no further...you won't like this post. I shall try, I promise, to remain a little balanced (emphasis on the 'little' I'm afraid).<br />
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OK, what has prompted Bex's outpouring on this page THIS time? Well, last night I went round to a lovely friend's house, sat down to a delicious Clean Monday meal (Clean Monday, a public holiday in Greece and a blog post of its own) and then settled in to watch The Oscars that she'd recorded the night before.<br />
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Ahhhh, Billy Crystal - don't you just love him?? Such a natural, and perfectly happy to take the p*ss out of himself (to non-native speakers of English: to 'take the piss' means to make jokes at your own expense).<br />
But that Angelina is another personality entirely!!! First off, I think she takes herself WAAAAAAAAAAY too seriously. Now to be balanced: OK, no doubt she's beautiful (purely aesthetically speaking) and I remember her in films like <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0172493/">"Girl, Interrupted"</a> and in her earlier career, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120797/">"Pushing Tin"</a> with the very talented Billy Bob [Thornton] and my fave, John Cusack (where's he recently??). <br />
Interestingly I note from those films (especially the latter), she has a slightly fuller figure - and looks 100 TIMES BETTER than these days! I couldn't help it, as I watched Angelia (before her presentation of the Writer's award), I let slip a groan:<br />
"Ohhh GOD! That woman doesn't have a genuine bone in her body! Everything about her is staged" and realised :<br />
'OOps! I'm a guest in my friend's house and she might like her, plus my friend's just fed me, so I might be considered a bit rude!'<br />
I needn't have worried - my friend also let out a torrent of abuse, culminating in:<br />
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"She looks like a lollipop." <br />
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OK, see what you think:<br />
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<div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm trying to get you to all see how thin her body is, compared to her head.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">Thanks to my friend for the comment - it made me laugh out loud.</span></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, THEN she came up on stage to present the Best Screenwriters award. Up she saunters, and takes about 15 seconds to 'arrange' herself. This 'arrangement' consisted of her left hand on left hip, whilst her right leg sticks out of her dress.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">Now, at first I thought she was 'taking the piss' out of herself - but no! Apparently this woman takes herself very seriously (and takes her right knobbly leg seriously too) and was 'stricking a pose.'</span></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">With Madonna's "Vogue" going off in my head, I looked incredulously at my friend and we just watched, struck dumb as she proceeded to present the Award. </span></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">BUT (and this is the piece de resistance):</span></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">The Screenwriters were seemingly of the same opinion as my friend and I (and most of the world?) and "took the piss" out of her! See this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHkPHjVq4Lc">Angelina Jolie Leg clip</a>. At least these men have a sense of humour!</span></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">So what do you think? Who would you rather have a conversation with? Angelia Jolie, or <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9D9k7aJ-z5M">Cameron Diaz?</a> I adore this woman personally: genuine, a slight pose - but seems down to earth and an all round adorable person (I am turning Greek, I just want to pinch her gorgeous cheeks in between my finger and thumb and kiss her, bless!)</span></div><div align="left"><br />
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But now I am considering the ultimate: from Piraeus in Greece (where I am currently) to Melbourne to visit family, but it has to be on 2 ships, via Korea.<br />
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Am I mad??? Do I have the money more like. I will have to look into it some more. But let's get back to the 'Are you mad??' bit:<br />
No, I don't think I am actually. It is clear that there is room for passengers on such a journey, and surely the journey is all part of the adventure, not just getting from A to B.<br />
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One thing my first experience of a container ship voyage taught me: it's an incredibly humbling experience, being amongst and at the mercy of the elements and Mother Nature. And sea faring men are very gentle, if not spiritual creatures (despite their gate, build and dour expressions).<br />
And besides, isn't it always nice to try to do something a little different? And I'll have plenty to write about!<br />
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So! Take a look at this route:<br />
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A while back, I wrote a post about <a href="http://thisnthat-everydaylifeobservations.blogspot.com/2011/12/kindle-end-of-those-lovely-bookshops.html">Kindles</a> and whether we'd see the demise of the good old fashioned bookshop. I received numerous thoughts and comment, all very interesting points to ponder.<br />
One person commented that he/she used it maybe once, then it got put to the side and forgotten about.<br />
I have to say, since I've had mine (from late December 2011), I have devoured approximately 7 books so far, OK - one was a 'novella' but still.<br />
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I got to thinking: does this mean I now value quantity over quality? Well no, I loved every single book I read, plus the Kindle price was much cheaper. Here are a list of books I've read and would recommend:<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B005K15D4W/ref=docs-os-doi_0">"Are we nearly there yet?" by Ben Hatch</a> <br />
A family's adventure traversing the UK<br />
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<a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B005XNMMMI/ref=kinw_myk_ro_title">"Greeks bearing gifts"</a> and <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0060N0434/ref=kinw_myk_ro_title">Poseidon's Trident,</a> both by Patricia Fenn. A humorous and ironic read and especially poignant for me as I live in Greece now.<br />
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<a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B005I5486Y/ref=kinw_myk_ro_title">"Breakfast at the Hotel DeJa Vu"</a> (sorry for the lack of accents) by the ever marvellous Paul Torday. A Political fiction writer, he certainly makes you think. This one was a novella/short story. He's actual claim to fame was <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Salmon-Fishing-Yemen-ebook/dp/B002U3CCBK/ref=pd_sim_kinc_5">"Salmon Fishing in the Yemen",</a> a book I'd highly recommend.<br />
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And one I've just finished: <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B004AE3HC0/ref=kinw_myk_ro_title">"The Woman Before Me"</a> by Ruth Dugall. Brilliantly priced at just £0.99!<br />
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OK, not all Kindle books are that cheap - and I STILL stand by my slight fear that those lovely bookshops with the coffee shops will disappear - but I still like to read paperbacks too. Actually, think about it - do you buy paperbacks from bookshops even now, or order them on Amazon?? To me, the bookshop is a lovely quiet 'institution' that I hope will never die out - kind of like old Vinyl record stores (but one can't buy coffee there - unless anyone knows of an old LP shop which has a coffee shop out back?)<br />
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As ever, comments please.<br />
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Oh! And enjoy this little link about the good old book: <br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhcPX1wVp38">Long live the book!</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com0Athens, Greece37.9753357 23.73614969999994237.9335582 23.684555199999942 38.017113200000004 23.787744199999942tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-16388882692393475882012-01-22T12:36:00.000+02:002012-01-22T12:36:15.210+02:00A Green Tortoise trip across the States<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN10-BSxVMyfYYWAJooej9BhgA3vZaONXU3VzR-9_LwdEFuaYeHhNBXR1Cf1sICtCE1Br3uKgr2JZ0WVZAUS7f8uYKAVLZm4NwB4vwZCnG7phL8cOYv59xLf1abv83-eixh71OIywS_iw/s1600/IMGP2606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN10-BSxVMyfYYWAJooej9BhgA3vZaONXU3VzR-9_LwdEFuaYeHhNBXR1Cf1sICtCE1Br3uKgr2JZ0WVZAUS7f8uYKAVLZm4NwB4vwZCnG7phL8cOYv59xLf1abv83-eixh71OIywS_iw/s320/IMGP2606.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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What's a Green Tortoise? An animal (crustation??) Well, as I've mentioned here and in my other <a href="http://www.leavingcairo.blogspot.com/">blog,</a> I've done a lot of travel. One of my best memories was on board a renovated 1960's Greyhound bus, called the <a href="http://www.greentortoise.com/">Green Tortoise</a>. They offered various trips, the one I chose, after an exhausting flight from Fiji to Los Angeles, was a West - East coast trip across the States.<br />
The bus set up was made so that one could sit at tables during the day, and at night converted into one mass sleeping centre. Here, in pictures (some courtesy of Sarah Williams, fellow traveller as I didn't have a digital camera in 2004, date of this trip) are some of the beautiful highlights:<br />
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Yesterday was a sunny day in Athens, but COLD. Ohhhhhh so cold. Many might think that Greece is hot and sunny all year round, but in the winter it can be cold - mainly because it's humid, hence the air gets wet and into your bones.<br />
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Being as it was so sunny, I had the choice: go for a walk in the Park and have a hot chocolate, or do the same by the sea. I decided on the latter - and was so glad I did.<br />
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Hopping on the tram, I meandered my way down to the coast and watched the mixture of classical and grey buildings whizz by. After about 30 minutes, these buildings start thinning out, we turn a corner and there - I am confronted with the sea finally. I IMMEDIATELY felt my spirits lift. There's something so peaceful about the sea that I can understand one wanting to make their livelihood from it or on it.<br />
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I had quite a good Christmas. Apart from returning to my native UK from Greece (and feeling decidedly less native every visit) and <a href="http://leavingcairo.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-how-i-cant-wait-to-return-home.html">looking forward to returning 'home'</a> to the sunnier weather - I did quite well in the present department.<br />
Apart from the ubiquitous bath smellies from siblings (oh, another thing in the UK's favour is LUSH's Bath Bombs - wow!), I bought myself a Kindle with some nice money I had.<br />
Delivered 24 hrs later (OK - that's another point for the UK in my internal Greece vs UK bashing I have going on), I excitedly charged it up (and became positively gleeful when I found the USB lead it came with fits in nicely with my Apple iPhone charger! No need to spend any extra!) and downloaded my first book - <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Confessions-of-a-GP-ebook/dp/B003XMWSQ6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1325347735&sr=1-1">"Confessions of a GP</a>" OK, so it was a Kindle "Special" and I didn't want to spend a fortune initially. But it's actually very good.<br />
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I noted with disappointment at myself: I was rushing to finish my current paperback, the excellent "<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Super-Sad-True-Love-Story/dp/1847082491/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1325347831&sr=1-1">Super Sad True Love Story</a>". In my rush to play with my new technological 'toy,' I was missing out on the essence of the plot - and the whole enjoyment of curling up in bed with the cat and a cup of tea to read a good book (Jeez I'm getting old!) Well, let's face it, it doesn't quite sound the same to say <br />
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"I'm just going to curl up in bed with some hot chocolate and a good Kindle."<br />
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And the other thing that worries me: the eventual demise of those great sanctums of escapism from the God awful Saturday shopping crowds, the beloved bookshop:<br />
Athens is full of bookshops tucked away down old ancient side streets. One of the bigger chains,<br />
<a href="http://www.bookstoreguide.org/2007/12/eleftheroudakis-athens.html">Eleftheroudakis</a> has a beautiful choice, both Greek and International with lovely sofas to lounge upon.<br />
<a href="http://www.bookstoreguide.org/2007/09/compendium-bookshop-athens.html">Compendium</a> is another one of those old ones that one can stumble across - a haven from expats with its vast range - and the owner is very helpful.<br />
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Solonos Street has the best book shops/cafes in Athens - near the area of Exarchia.<br />
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I know I know - we can't halt technological advancement (and neither SHOULD we), but I can't help feeling sad that these lovely sanctums might eventually disappear.<br />
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Any thoughts?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com9Athens, Greece37.9753357 23.73614969999994237.9335582 23.684555199999942 38.017113200000004 23.787744199999942tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-42537947735963577452011-12-30T16:09:00.000+02:002011-12-31T17:55:28.863+02:00It's the simple things in lifeIn a piece I wrote for my "Leaving Cairo..." blog recently, I spent quite a long time <a href="http://leavingcairo.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-how-i-cant-wait-to-return-home.html">moaning about being back in the UK,</a> even though I'm just visiting for the holiday season. Well, I decided - despite the abysmal weather, to get up off my arse and go for a wander along the local canal.<br />
Off I trot - all wrapped up in silk thermals and scarfs, and guess what? Yes, the heavens decide to open.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyossdNmyKAQyYvIRa0RIQpeR9Vzp3HvDS7AouImOG_zkQxwIrxgnHCKO9Her2No2Nj6ZMDKG8_3ChU28iO9qzYFP_V7UwDzSn9w9w4JnyBBOrLlzsV-Zixn8ag9yawRSxGXM1jk1weus/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyossdNmyKAQyYvIRa0RIQpeR9Vzp3HvDS7AouImOG_zkQxwIrxgnHCKO9Her2No2Nj6ZMDKG8_3ChU28iO9qzYFP_V7UwDzSn9w9w4JnyBBOrLlzsV-Zixn8ag9yawRSxGXM1jk1weus/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>So there I am, hood up on my waterproof and grumbling about the UK and the only good thing about my dad's home town is the Indian take away - when I stop dead in my tracks: there, gliding along effortlessly are a mother and father swan (Hen & Cob) with their two offspring. I walk slower this time - and as if sensing my discomfort, very patiently stop for me under the shelter of a bridge, cocking their beautiful necks to one side and eyeing me as if to say <br />
"It's OK - we know it's crap, but come and chat to us, we'll listen."<br />
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I reach into my pocket and pull out a slice of brown bread (brought with me for this very reason - on the off chance I run into some ducks...but I never imagined SWANS!). I throw some in - they gobble it down. I try a different approach: I tear off a bigger piece and lean forward ever so slightly - the male glides up to me, stretches his neck forward and gently takes it from my hands.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OL_qCX9TjVa5R8vTYCk6HiOaWsjNqJjA9lXEIlDpbIy6eDlmd1MP_XJ1qMPljEp9hQjKzTRYaxvFdN3oLaHYifs8cZavhfDfzEaYBOsfI5ZWicB4SXBiCFH_8ZlxjmftwPSg1DVpJjk/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OL_qCX9TjVa5R8vTYCk6HiOaWsjNqJjA9lXEIlDpbIy6eDlmd1MP_XJ1qMPljEp9hQjKzTRYaxvFdN3oLaHYifs8cZavhfDfzEaYBOsfI5ZWicB4SXBiCFH_8ZlxjmftwPSg1DVpJjk/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>I felt quite emotional: in a world where people spend most of their time around technology, (and I am just as guilty - I have just received my Kindle through the post and will be spending the miserable, rainy afternoon playing with it), it is a beautiful thing when nature reminds us what is real and beautiful in life.<br />
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Thank you - mama swan and co. Now, back to my Kindle...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08896832888635376002noreply@blogger.com0Exeter, Devon, UK50.718412 -3.533899000000019450.6813755 -3.5908210000000196 50.7554485 -3.4769770000000193tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744864988346292705.post-4308937581046035842011-12-30T02:34:00.000+02:002011-12-30T14:35:11.395+02:00Welcome to my new blog!<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Those of you who follow my other blog(s) </span><a href="http://www.leavingcairo.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Leaving Cairo</span></a></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> and </span><a href="http://www.overlandathens.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Overland Athens</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">will know that I am not a conventional girl in her 30's. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Not being married with kids can present some questioning "what's wrong with you? Are you a lesbian?" looks, to which I now just shrug my shoulders good naturedly.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It was returning back to the UK (no longer termed as 'home' as I love Greece so much now and feel like an honorary Greek) and chatting to a dear old school friend (also in her mid 30's) that prompted me to start up my third blog. I was moaning over the dreaded FB to her about the British weather and how bored I was, even though I like visiting family. This lead on to a conversation (somehow) about how, as a single person, it is automatically thought that she will be the one to babysit over the holidays - to automatically drop everything she has planned to be there for her niece and nephew. And whilst she loves them to bits, she's getting a little fed up of this expectation - especially as people view her as selfish if she dare to say "No, I need some time to myself."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I can relate totally - it's like 'The Look' crosses over ones face - you know, that 'Look' that says "YOU?? You ALWAYS have plenty of time to yourself, you're single without any kids! What's wrong with you?!"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I also have a dear friend in her 30's in Greece. She's not married with kids, but her sister is. BUT, she is a kindergarten teacher and looks after (wait for it)...30 kids a day! And she works 6 days a week!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">On the 7th day, she's asked to babysit her 2 (adorable, admittedly) nephews and once again, she feels obliged to say 'yes' so that she doesn't get 'The Look.'</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We met for coffee before I flew 'home' for Christmas - she flopped into the lovely "Friends" Central Perk style sofa and proceeded to breathe out "No more children!!! PLEASE!!!!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Anything anyone would like to add? Are those of us withou children selfish to want some 'me' time? Do you perceive that people without kids CONSTANTLY have 'me' time?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Back to the point of this blog: it will be a hotch potch of different stories that don't fit into the category of living in Greece: life observations, past travel experiences and just general day to day experiences.</span><br />
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I hope you enjoy it as much as my <a href="http://www.leavingcairo.blogspot.com/">Leaving Cairo</a> blog. As always, I value feedback so feel free to comment.<br />
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