Transit to and the start of the Corfu adventure
A relatively smooth trip back to the UK and Heathrow airport. It is so good having a UK passport, easy entry through the short line, although the immigration officers give me a funny look when they hear the Aussie accent with the British Passport. With the early start (5.30 flight) out of Gatwick I decided to stay at the Gatwick airport in the airport short term accommodation. How interesting is that down the lift into an automated reception centre (there was a desk person if required) and you are issued with a key to your cubical. You enter into a very sterile (small) room a bed that you step up into, flat screen tv at the end of the bed, fold out desk and chair and a toilet and shower behind a glass partition. Perfect, as long as you are not worried about confined spaces.
Arrived in Corfu and the choice was a 50 Euro taxi ride to Kasiopi or try to sort the bus which had a terminal somewhere in town. So jump right in and after a 10 Euro taxi to the ‘green’ bus station I manage to sort out the bus to Kasiopi which leaves 10 minutes after I get there how good is that ‘Linda luck’. The bus ride is 3.30 Euro soooo cheap. I had forgotten the mountainous road to Kasiopi and the bus charging around the skinny roads with huge drop-offs all, good but.
I arrived in Kasiopi and had a 1K walk up to the Taverna and accommodation; the majority of the folks speak English here so things are relatively easy.
The room I'm in is basic but a nice size with air-conditioning, Yeh ( although trying not to use). About 10 minutes walk into town, I have now gotten some food water and red wine in so I will settle into a routine. The room is connected onto the Tavana (Fish Tavana) yum. It is picture perfect I will take photos over the next few days, but let me describe it if I can It is lunch time I am sitting at the small open bar, a purple flowered tree with a huge group of flowers is just above my head. I can smell the faint sent of flowers,the stronger smell of cooking fish and spices from the restaurant mingled with the salty ocean smell, behind me I can see the white tiled courtyard 20M x 20M with a few scattered tables under large square white umbrellas for the restaurant, directly beyond that (over the balcony) is the rocky beach and the crystal clear waters of the bay I will swim in. There are some small colourful boats anchored close in and a sailing boat further out. In the distance (only about 4 K) you can see the Albanian coast and the majestic hills raising out of the sea.' Honestly, I can’t find all the right words.
Time for a swim
I step down the flight of stairs from my room, turn left there are the three steps up to the Taverna or I keep going straight ahead another 20 paces onto the stony beach, I keep going another 20 paces onto the end of the dock, I drop my clothes place my thongs on the wooden strut near the water line and dive into the crystal clear waters, not super warm like Valencia but no chill, about 23deg. I swim down the beach and back picking up my thongs on the way back, to help me stumble out of the water over the rocks. How good is that. By the end of the stay here my aim will be to swim into the beach on the edge of town and back about 1.5 Ks or so.
A friend 'Rose' She stayed at Kay’s for a while last summer has just facebooked me she lives just up the street we are going for a beer, it will be good to catch up. A good catch up although Rose had to work o she left early (lovely Rose has offered to help out with my washing - I dont think she thought much of the wash in the shower idea). I should have went home when Rose left Grr sore head, throat and feel like crap in the morning must have been bad beer or ouzo.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Last day in Barcelona 21 Jul
Last day in Barcelona,
I have to travel to the UK in the morning then on to Corfu. Met some nice young girls in the morning at breakfast they were music students from Switzerland, actually from South Korea studying over there (free education in Switzerland). We talked about the concerns with regard to Nth Korea, strangely they said, while in Sth Korea they were not as concerned, but only when they left and saw the word news did they become concerned, they didn’t think it was such an upbeat in the western world just keeping it quiet in Sth Korea.
I felt a little off today, perhaps the heat or a belly bug. I’m looking forward to the relaxing time in Corfu les walking and more swimming perhaps. Spent the day taking it easy, wandering a little when I felt up to it, and doing a little washing. I’m starting to like the company of my clothes in the shower with me, there does not seem to be any laundry mats in Barcelona, not to worry perhaps Corfu for a major clean up.
Decided I had to eat dinner although it was early, about 8pm so I wandered down the street, a Spanish meal; Paella (a yellow rice with chicken, seafood or... yummy) or Tapas, Mmmm. The Tapas won out.
So here I sit at Tapas de Moment, sitting before me on the white paper table cloth is grilled squid, grilled vegetables, calamari and a beer (I was going healthy with the first two, then...). I’m sitting in the outside area; let me try to describe it.
I am under a row of large square white umbrellas in Rambela de Catalunya. The ‘Rambela’ is basically a long street with a 15M wide pedestrian boulevard in the middle, with one lane of slow traffic on either side. As I look out there is a kaleidoscope of colour, taxis, cars and endless scooters slowly and quiet quietly moving up the street, in front of that a continuous movement of people rambling down the boulevard some stopping to look at the menu and waiting for a seat, some moving on, but the majority not in a hurry and without any major purpose. A wandering violinist stops and plays a tune asking for a few cents from the diners. Either side of the Rambella is border by six or seven story buildings, mostly old and ornate. I look up at the building opposite (an apartment complex perhaps) and it has a range of balconies, strangely rounded or kidney shaped with intricate but imposing wrought iron frontage, in the style of the Goudi buildings I have seen elsewhere in the city. An old lady is out watering her pot plants.
Its 9pm and the street is getting busier; so good there is a cool breeze suddenly, the temperature has dropped perhaps from 30 down to 27, now that’s nice. Time to pack
I have to travel to the UK in the morning then on to Corfu. Met some nice young girls in the morning at breakfast they were music students from Switzerland, actually from South Korea studying over there (free education in Switzerland). We talked about the concerns with regard to Nth Korea, strangely they said, while in Sth Korea they were not as concerned, but only when they left and saw the word news did they become concerned, they didn’t think it was such an upbeat in the western world just keeping it quiet in Sth Korea.
I felt a little off today, perhaps the heat or a belly bug. I’m looking forward to the relaxing time in Corfu les walking and more swimming perhaps. Spent the day taking it easy, wandering a little when I felt up to it, and doing a little washing. I’m starting to like the company of my clothes in the shower with me, there does not seem to be any laundry mats in Barcelona, not to worry perhaps Corfu for a major clean up.
Decided I had to eat dinner although it was early, about 8pm so I wandered down the street, a Spanish meal; Paella (a yellow rice with chicken, seafood or... yummy) or Tapas, Mmmm. The Tapas won out.
So here I sit at Tapas de Moment, sitting before me on the white paper table cloth is grilled squid, grilled vegetables, calamari and a beer (I was going healthy with the first two, then...). I’m sitting in the outside area; let me try to describe it.
I am under a row of large square white umbrellas in Rambela de Catalunya. The ‘Rambela’ is basically a long street with a 15M wide pedestrian boulevard in the middle, with one lane of slow traffic on either side. As I look out there is a kaleidoscope of colour, taxis, cars and endless scooters slowly and quiet quietly moving up the street, in front of that a continuous movement of people rambling down the boulevard some stopping to look at the menu and waiting for a seat, some moving on, but the majority not in a hurry and without any major purpose. A wandering violinist stops and plays a tune asking for a few cents from the diners. Either side of the Rambella is border by six or seven story buildings, mostly old and ornate. I look up at the building opposite (an apartment complex perhaps) and it has a range of balconies, strangely rounded or kidney shaped with intricate but imposing wrought iron frontage, in the style of the Goudi buildings I have seen elsewhere in the city. An old lady is out watering her pot plants.
Its 9pm and the street is getting busier; so good there is a cool breeze suddenly, the temperature has dropped perhaps from 30 down to 27, now that’s nice. Time to pack
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Valencia 19 Jul 2010
Ah Valencia, as I sit back in the chair on the foot path watching the world go by I feel blessed, it’s a wonderful city there is something about it that’s hard to describe. I am surrounded by old buildings with magnificent designs and architecture; every time I look up I see something different. It’s strange; main, dual or 4 lane thoroughfares intersected by small rustic single lane streets . All the cars are squeezed into the tiny parking places they seem to use touch parking as the standard means for finding their boundaries between cars (thank goodness for plastic bumper bars) cars will be parked in a parallel street hemmed in on both ends by cars with only 20cm or less of space each end, and it doesn’t seem to worry them, the foot paths are covered with motorbikes, mainly scooters (no road rage here).
I am slowly settling into the pace here, there appears to be a slow start to the morning and unlike Barcelona (which seemed to go all day) at about 2pm the shutters come down the streets are deserted, siesta time, it’s strange the bustling streets all but empty. There is a quiet start to the evening when the cafes open; mainly for drinks, perhaps with Tapas for a snack. Some of the restaurants don’t open their main menu until 9 or 10 pm, about that time the streets become alive with people dinning alfresco style, the dinning and associated drinking goes on late in the night (midnight).
Definitely some Spanish language skills would be an advantage, there is a splattering of people in the local shops who speak English but very few, that said it makes it interesting, and unlike your typical Australian would be they seem to take my very inept attempts at conversing very well and with tolerance (how different we are) . It has made for some interesting conversations, somehow I seemed to have convinced the lovely waitress at the shop where I have my B&B breakfast that I would prefer two cups of coffee instead of one cup and a croissant (is that spelt right), hehe anyway it helps the diet. I will return here, but will learn a little Spanish first.
A swim at Valencia beach, the home of the world Cup (sailing) the water is warm like a bath, about 25deg. It’s worse than Bondi. The beach is probably 200M wide with the crowd concentrated in the 50M closest to the water. You can’t move, skin everywhere, as far as the eyes can see, in all shapes and sizes a sea of humanity. All the girls of all ages are wearing bikinis with a large percentage dispensing with the top, no problems from teenagers to grandmothers, they are relaxed their bodies as we all should be.
I am slowly settling into the pace here, there appears to be a slow start to the morning and unlike Barcelona (which seemed to go all day) at about 2pm the shutters come down the streets are deserted, siesta time, it’s strange the bustling streets all but empty. There is a quiet start to the evening when the cafes open; mainly for drinks, perhaps with Tapas for a snack. Some of the restaurants don’t open their main menu until 9 or 10 pm, about that time the streets become alive with people dinning alfresco style, the dinning and associated drinking goes on late in the night (midnight).
Definitely some Spanish language skills would be an advantage, there is a splattering of people in the local shops who speak English but very few, that said it makes it interesting, and unlike your typical Australian would be they seem to take my very inept attempts at conversing very well and with tolerance (how different we are) . It has made for some interesting conversations, somehow I seemed to have convinced the lovely waitress at the shop where I have my B&B breakfast that I would prefer two cups of coffee instead of one cup and a croissant (is that spelt right), hehe anyway it helps the diet. I will return here, but will learn a little Spanish first.
A swim at Valencia beach, the home of the world Cup (sailing) the water is warm like a bath, about 25deg. It’s worse than Bondi. The beach is probably 200M wide with the crowd concentrated in the 50M closest to the water. You can’t move, skin everywhere, as far as the eyes can see, in all shapes and sizes a sea of humanity. All the girls of all ages are wearing bikinis with a large percentage dispensing with the top, no problems from teenagers to grandmothers, they are relaxed their bodies as we all should be.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
The Start From Australia to Valencia
TheStart
This is a general warning to all readers I am a terrible speller and typist therefore just consider any typing or grematil errors as intentional, put in place English.
Well it has started the adventure of a lifetime the straight middle aged guy in a suit going through the slow process of bending to a normal guy or perhaps someone slightly more bent than normal. I am so happy I achieved my first goal; all my possessions for three months are in cabin baggage. Could have sacrificed the lap top and the camera then perhaps it would have been just the day pack.
The plan (for what it is worth), two weeks in Spain, a month in Corfu (Greece) three weeks of, Mmmm unsure perhaps Turkey and Croatia, then Thailand Laos and home around mid October.
It’s 7:15 PM I have been on the aircraft for 2.30 hours, haha still so far to go, 20 hours to London a 12 hour stop over and 2 hours to Barcelona Spain. And so the adventure starts, the young lady beside me on the plane is travelling through Europe and up to Ireland before coming back home and I think it’s her first trip by herself she usually travels with her 12 year old nephew mainly staying at Motels, all organised. How different we are, I could not stand to have the trip fully mapped out, I’m booked in Barcelona a bit sketchy about how I get to the Pension (bed), we will see what’s the worse that could happen, a night on the streets?
I may be rambling a little as I have had three small bottles of red wine on the plane (it will help with the deep vein stuff. because I will be getting up all night to go to the loo, thats my excuse anyway). Malabec from Argentina, a lovely mild red, perhaps a Merlo by another name.
A great send off at the airport Linda, (woops Lindy for mum, she still thinks Linda is from Thailand, don’t tell her) came down with me and Lucy came out to say good bye. A little sad but that’s the way it is, sometimes things that matter are hard to do. I can feel the stress of work slipping away as the shores of Australia disappear.
Just watched clash of the Titans during the flight and had a lovely curry to go with my red, I‘m thinking it’s time to read my new book on Spain. No bull fights to much gore. perhaps I will check when the tomato festival is on. Landed in Heathrow and thought I would break up the trip with a quick visit into London just a few hours and it passed in a blur. Back to Heathrow and on the plane to Barcelona,
Mmm navigation is up the shit, the sleeping in th egutter almost came to fruition. Arrived in Spain on the same night that the Spanish were playing the soccer finals, arrived in the suburbs of Barcelona at th estart of the game, the plan was to get to the pension and find a pub to watch the game. Only problem was that I turned right after I exited the metro, not left like I should have. After an hour and a half (about midnight) of pestering the locals (not that they could understand me) I ended up back at the metro, and you wouldn’t believe it, but 200 Metres in the correct direction (left), there was Pension Norma. The online reviews were wrong there was not greater than 100 steps up the stairs to reception, it was only 66 steps and I now know every one of them. I think I will beable to run up the stairs at Merewether now.
Barcelona is a great city so vibrant and interesting I just loved the old buildings and the design work. Also loved seeing the Picasso work, I think he was a bit naughty but.
Had a wonderful night, dinner in a restaurant, cusscuss, chicken and vegies oh and red wine. Surrounded by the noise of strange voices in a strange land, not understanding a word but sort of knowing what the conversations were about. The picture was perfect a long skinny restaurant everyone animated and gesturing to make a point, the different faces, the guy with the greco roman noise, the lady with the buff shoulders and her uncovered foot on the chair, the bald guy with the new tattoo on his neck. And afterwards, in the square the line up for the gelato ice cream, it is so hot everyone is out in the squares, a skill we have lost, the young and old sitting around in groups talking late into the night sharing a story or asking advice where we would be glued to the TV. I wish I could record this; a photograph would not do it justice.
Had a few beers with an Aussie (Grant) be is on a break from Afghanistan. He is a civilian (ex army) has been working as support over there on an US base for three years. He stays on base so relatively safe, but bad guys still lob rockets over the wall of the camp. He doesn’t know Ryan but it brought home a few truths again, it is the busiest it has been since he has been there and it will get worse over the next few months. I count the days until he comes home, woops better stop on that subject folks are looking at me wondering why thi sstrange person sitting in th ecorner is starting to tear up.
A night out in the tourisi traps of Barcelona, what a busy street too much fun and too many things to see. Must look alone have been approached by two ladies of the night.
Note to self: Barsalona pubs go to late but Metro closes at 11 PM.
Eventually gave up on trying to understand the bus system and settled on a taxi, yahoo he knew where I lived not that far. Mmm perhaps I should have tried that on the night I got lost, not that I saw any taxies they were probably watching the soccer.
Friday 16 July - I sit here in a busy cafeteria after my first night’s sleep in Valencia. I’m staying at a B&B between the old city and the beach (bus route 19 will be my home for a few nights). The B&B, a tiny room with my own bathroom (luxury), 30 Euros a night. I was chatting to a young Aussie girl on the train from Barcelona she has been paying the same for Hostels in shared rooms. The place I’m in is clean (except for the cockroach which made the receptionist scream). The room is super hot all night; I think my room is on a heater, but otherwise great (only 10 steps hehe).
The girls in the cafe are running past with fresh pastry setting up, the cafe is filling up people chatting and happy. This is the B&B breakfast, a coffee and croissant nice lucky I'm trying to keep the weight down. One of the things I can’t get over is the number of people with dogs out walking them in a busy city all shapes and sizes, n dth enumber who smoke everywhere. Wish I could speak a little Spanish.
Note to self: next time take the time out and listen to the Spanish CDs that you purchased before you come and try to learn a little.
I’m am so pissed off, although I have pulled my bag apart I realise I have left my Spain book at Barcelona, it’s not the book that matters it’s the photos that I had in there to keep flat, the ones I setup beside my bed each night, dam, dam.
A day at the aquarium - Another great day in my travel’s such a cool aquarium. The aquarium is next to ‘the city of art’ a walk from where I am staying. The city of art is a group of futuristic buildings focused around large pools of water, unbelievable cantilevered shapes, took some strange quirky minds to think of the building shapes. Then there is the aquarium, the range of fish is fantastic walking around there is lots to see from above with penguins, sea lions and an aviary, But it’s when you go below ground that the marine world opens up. At first thought you think there are just lost of big fish tanks, as you go further you realise that you have entered a tunnel and there are sharks, manta rays and fish of all sizes beside and above you, suddenly a diver plunges into the pool feeding the greedy fish. There are two tunnels one for sharks, rays and big fish and another with fish from a range of tropical areas. Although connected the tropical areas segregate the fish and specific regions are kept together. It was a hard choice on the fish I liked the most but finally it wasn’t a fish at all that was favourite but a tank full of jelly fish, they were doing a fantastic flamenco dance as they moved their transparent skirts propelling them gracefully through the water their skirts wafted like a fine piece of material in an updraft so cool with the light shining through them.
Went shopping at the grocery shop as I have been doing just stocking up on munchies and water. I carry 1.5 litres in my backpack whenever I go out. The bottled water in the sites costs around 2 Euro for 600 mls and 0.59c for 1.5 litres at the grocery shop, I guess they have to make a profit somehow. Also provides me with an opportunity to purchase some fruit.
Note to self: when buying fruit in shop make certain you weigh yourself and put a weight sticker on the bag otherwise checkout person will not be happy, hehe no fruit today.
I called Linda on Skype last night, so good to hear her voice even if I woke her up, also chatted talked to Clay on facebook this morning, each of the places I have stayed have had free unrestricted access wireless internet love my little laptop and the access it gives me. I have not heard from Ryan for some time nor have I seen him on facebook ( I use that a check to see if he is going OK if he is online he is ok). Checked with his girlfriend Alanna and she said they were having communication problems at his base.
This is a general warning to all readers I am a terrible speller and typist therefore just consider any typing or grematil errors as intentional, put in place English.
Well it has started the adventure of a lifetime the straight middle aged guy in a suit going through the slow process of bending to a normal guy or perhaps someone slightly more bent than normal. I am so happy I achieved my first goal; all my possessions for three months are in cabin baggage. Could have sacrificed the lap top and the camera then perhaps it would have been just the day pack.
The plan (for what it is worth), two weeks in Spain, a month in Corfu (Greece) three weeks of, Mmmm unsure perhaps Turkey and Croatia, then Thailand Laos and home around mid October.
It’s 7:15 PM I have been on the aircraft for 2.30 hours, haha still so far to go, 20 hours to London a 12 hour stop over and 2 hours to Barcelona Spain. And so the adventure starts, the young lady beside me on the plane is travelling through Europe and up to Ireland before coming back home and I think it’s her first trip by herself she usually travels with her 12 year old nephew mainly staying at Motels, all organised. How different we are, I could not stand to have the trip fully mapped out, I’m booked in Barcelona a bit sketchy about how I get to the Pension (bed), we will see what’s the worse that could happen, a night on the streets?
I may be rambling a little as I have had three small bottles of red wine on the plane (it will help with the deep vein stuff. because I will be getting up all night to go to the loo, thats my excuse anyway). Malabec from Argentina, a lovely mild red, perhaps a Merlo by another name.
A great send off at the airport Linda, (woops Lindy for mum, she still thinks Linda is from Thailand, don’t tell her) came down with me and Lucy came out to say good bye. A little sad but that’s the way it is, sometimes things that matter are hard to do. I can feel the stress of work slipping away as the shores of Australia disappear.
Just watched clash of the Titans during the flight and had a lovely curry to go with my red, I‘m thinking it’s time to read my new book on Spain. No bull fights to much gore. perhaps I will check when the tomato festival is on. Landed in Heathrow and thought I would break up the trip with a quick visit into London just a few hours and it passed in a blur. Back to Heathrow and on the plane to Barcelona,
Mmm navigation is up the shit, the sleeping in th egutter almost came to fruition. Arrived in Spain on the same night that the Spanish were playing the soccer finals, arrived in the suburbs of Barcelona at th estart of the game, the plan was to get to the pension and find a pub to watch the game. Only problem was that I turned right after I exited the metro, not left like I should have. After an hour and a half (about midnight) of pestering the locals (not that they could understand me) I ended up back at the metro, and you wouldn’t believe it, but 200 Metres in the correct direction (left), there was Pension Norma. The online reviews were wrong there was not greater than 100 steps up the stairs to reception, it was only 66 steps and I now know every one of them. I think I will beable to run up the stairs at Merewether now.
Barcelona is a great city so vibrant and interesting I just loved the old buildings and the design work. Also loved seeing the Picasso work, I think he was a bit naughty but.
Had a wonderful night, dinner in a restaurant, cusscuss, chicken and vegies oh and red wine. Surrounded by the noise of strange voices in a strange land, not understanding a word but sort of knowing what the conversations were about. The picture was perfect a long skinny restaurant everyone animated and gesturing to make a point, the different faces, the guy with the greco roman noise, the lady with the buff shoulders and her uncovered foot on the chair, the bald guy with the new tattoo on his neck. And afterwards, in the square the line up for the gelato ice cream, it is so hot everyone is out in the squares, a skill we have lost, the young and old sitting around in groups talking late into the night sharing a story or asking advice where we would be glued to the TV. I wish I could record this; a photograph would not do it justice.
Had a few beers with an Aussie (Grant) be is on a break from Afghanistan. He is a civilian (ex army) has been working as support over there on an US base for three years. He stays on base so relatively safe, but bad guys still lob rockets over the wall of the camp. He doesn’t know Ryan but it brought home a few truths again, it is the busiest it has been since he has been there and it will get worse over the next few months. I count the days until he comes home, woops better stop on that subject folks are looking at me wondering why thi sstrange person sitting in th ecorner is starting to tear up.
A night out in the tourisi traps of Barcelona, what a busy street too much fun and too many things to see. Must look alone have been approached by two ladies of the night.
Note to self: Barsalona pubs go to late but Metro closes at 11 PM.
Eventually gave up on trying to understand the bus system and settled on a taxi, yahoo he knew where I lived not that far. Mmm perhaps I should have tried that on the night I got lost, not that I saw any taxies they were probably watching the soccer.
Friday 16 July - I sit here in a busy cafeteria after my first night’s sleep in Valencia. I’m staying at a B&B between the old city and the beach (bus route 19 will be my home for a few nights). The B&B, a tiny room with my own bathroom (luxury), 30 Euros a night. I was chatting to a young Aussie girl on the train from Barcelona she has been paying the same for Hostels in shared rooms. The place I’m in is clean (except for the cockroach which made the receptionist scream). The room is super hot all night; I think my room is on a heater, but otherwise great (only 10 steps hehe).
The girls in the cafe are running past with fresh pastry setting up, the cafe is filling up people chatting and happy. This is the B&B breakfast, a coffee and croissant nice lucky I'm trying to keep the weight down. One of the things I can’t get over is the number of people with dogs out walking them in a busy city all shapes and sizes, n dth enumber who smoke everywhere. Wish I could speak a little Spanish.
Note to self: next time take the time out and listen to the Spanish CDs that you purchased before you come and try to learn a little.
I’m am so pissed off, although I have pulled my bag apart I realise I have left my Spain book at Barcelona, it’s not the book that matters it’s the photos that I had in there to keep flat, the ones I setup beside my bed each night, dam, dam.
A day at the aquarium - Another great day in my travel’s such a cool aquarium. The aquarium is next to ‘the city of art’ a walk from where I am staying. The city of art is a group of futuristic buildings focused around large pools of water, unbelievable cantilevered shapes, took some strange quirky minds to think of the building shapes. Then there is the aquarium, the range of fish is fantastic walking around there is lots to see from above with penguins, sea lions and an aviary, But it’s when you go below ground that the marine world opens up. At first thought you think there are just lost of big fish tanks, as you go further you realise that you have entered a tunnel and there are sharks, manta rays and fish of all sizes beside and above you, suddenly a diver plunges into the pool feeding the greedy fish. There are two tunnels one for sharks, rays and big fish and another with fish from a range of tropical areas. Although connected the tropical areas segregate the fish and specific regions are kept together. It was a hard choice on the fish I liked the most but finally it wasn’t a fish at all that was favourite but a tank full of jelly fish, they were doing a fantastic flamenco dance as they moved their transparent skirts propelling them gracefully through the water their skirts wafted like a fine piece of material in an updraft so cool with the light shining through them.
Went shopping at the grocery shop as I have been doing just stocking up on munchies and water. I carry 1.5 litres in my backpack whenever I go out. The bottled water in the sites costs around 2 Euro for 600 mls and 0.59c for 1.5 litres at the grocery shop, I guess they have to make a profit somehow. Also provides me with an opportunity to purchase some fruit.
Note to self: when buying fruit in shop make certain you weigh yourself and put a weight sticker on the bag otherwise checkout person will not be happy, hehe no fruit today.
I called Linda on Skype last night, so good to hear her voice even if I woke her up, also chatted talked to Clay on facebook this morning, each of the places I have stayed have had free unrestricted access wireless internet love my little laptop and the access it gives me. I have not heard from Ryan for some time nor have I seen him on facebook ( I use that a check to see if he is going OK if he is online he is ok). Checked with his girlfriend Alanna and she said they were having communication problems at his base.
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