It's all bloody Greek to me...
Well, me and Dee...sorry 'Manicman', got back last night and I still haven't recovered. Still makes me a smile that you always need a break after a damn good holiday!
My thanks again to Fee for putting up with the pair of us for seven days. It must be said, I had become so attached to the couch I crashed on all week that my spacious double bed seemed strangely uncomfortable last night. Not that that bothered me for too long though cos I only got in at 12 and I was officially hanging and passed out.
The details of the trip to Athens shall remain vague but basically we checked out the Acropolis, the Temple of Zeus, the Archeological Museum and Lykavittos, the highest hill in Athens (which is pretty damn hilly as it happens). Did the obligatory touristy thing as well as checking out the more urban areas of the city and almost got run over by random mopeds and road-enraged Greek drivers. Amazing really that the Greeks as a people seem very chill and welcoming and relaxed until you put a steering wheel in front of them or an engine between their legs and then they become a road accident waiting to happen. Interesting philosophy though: oh, there's a traffic jam- sod the road, there's plenty of pavement to drive on, hell, why didn't I think of that before...
It's probably something to do with all that olive oil in their diets...
Oh yeah, red wine and olive oil....hmmm..further apologies to Fee for redecorating both her toilet and her kitchen sink on the first night I got there, but hey, red and white wine don't mix, no matter how cool the jazz bar you're trying desperately not to sound VERY english in is. Cue a fervour of guilty cleaning from arrival to departure. Mea culpa, mea culpa.
Visited a nice little island south of the city called Aegina which was 30 mins by hydrofoil. Vegged out on a sundrenched beach for a day. Very nice.
Ate out almost every night but tragically never got to eat a bloody kebab (which was about the only 'native' food I was aware Greek people made). Dee tried to convert me to vegetarianism and I assured him that I would fully embrace that philosophy the day that leeks tasted like chicken (well, everything else does supposedly, so why not nutroast?)
Worked alot of shit out in my head as well as how my novel (which I have been mulling over for over two years now) would pan out (well the basic story before the characters run away from themselves) Has to be said that I'll be writing what I know, as they say you should, so there will be several recognisable characters in there, including more than one LJ'er (Manicmanman, Fee, Griff, Sorcha, Netaltarego and ApplePie Girl amongst that number...which reminds me, I believe I owe the latter a poem now, rats- any suggestions on content or theme my dear?)
Next holiday planned for 2002 is Iceland in March and there is also some serious contemplation on the attractions of Canada sometime in the not too dim and distant. We shall have to see what the New Year brings.
Didn't get to rub suntan oil over any nubile young Greek ladies as they were all walking around in bloody coats cos they think 24 degrees centigrade is cold. Oh spot the bloody tourist in shorts. All I needed was a knotted hanky over my head and perchance a string vest and I'd have been away!
Looking forward to the present and the future and have decided to subtely change one or two aspects of my life for the better. It's amaxing how inspirational it is performing budweiser lubricated impromptu karoake on the 4th floor balcony of an Athenian flat with only good friends and a clear starlit sky for company.
I've got a good feeling inside...
My thanks again to Fee for putting up with the pair of us for seven days. It must be said, I had become so attached to the couch I crashed on all week that my spacious double bed seemed strangely uncomfortable last night. Not that that bothered me for too long though cos I only got in at 12 and I was officially hanging and passed out.
The details of the trip to Athens shall remain vague but basically we checked out the Acropolis, the Temple of Zeus, the Archeological Museum and Lykavittos, the highest hill in Athens (which is pretty damn hilly as it happens). Did the obligatory touristy thing as well as checking out the more urban areas of the city and almost got run over by random mopeds and road-enraged Greek drivers. Amazing really that the Greeks as a people seem very chill and welcoming and relaxed until you put a steering wheel in front of them or an engine between their legs and then they become a road accident waiting to happen. Interesting philosophy though: oh, there's a traffic jam- sod the road, there's plenty of pavement to drive on, hell, why didn't I think of that before...
It's probably something to do with all that olive oil in their diets...
Oh yeah, red wine and olive oil....hmmm..further apologies to Fee for redecorating both her toilet and her kitchen sink on the first night I got there, but hey, red and white wine don't mix, no matter how cool the jazz bar you're trying desperately not to sound VERY english in is. Cue a fervour of guilty cleaning from arrival to departure. Mea culpa, mea culpa.
Visited a nice little island south of the city called Aegina which was 30 mins by hydrofoil. Vegged out on a sundrenched beach for a day. Very nice.
Ate out almost every night but tragically never got to eat a bloody kebab (which was about the only 'native' food I was aware Greek people made). Dee tried to convert me to vegetarianism and I assured him that I would fully embrace that philosophy the day that leeks tasted like chicken (well, everything else does supposedly, so why not nutroast?)
Worked alot of shit out in my head as well as how my novel (which I have been mulling over for over two years now) would pan out (well the basic story before the characters run away from themselves) Has to be said that I'll be writing what I know, as they say you should, so there will be several recognisable characters in there, including more than one LJ'er (Manicmanman, Fee, Griff, Sorcha, Netaltarego and ApplePie Girl amongst that number...which reminds me, I believe I owe the latter a poem now, rats- any suggestions on content or theme my dear?)
Next holiday planned for 2002 is Iceland in March and there is also some serious contemplation on the attractions of Canada sometime in the not too dim and distant. We shall have to see what the New Year brings.
Didn't get to rub suntan oil over any nubile young Greek ladies as they were all walking around in bloody coats cos they think 24 degrees centigrade is cold. Oh spot the bloody tourist in shorts. All I needed was a knotted hanky over my head and perchance a string vest and I'd have been away!
Looking forward to the present and the future and have decided to subtely change one or two aspects of my life for the better. It's amaxing how inspirational it is performing budweiser lubricated impromptu karoake on the 4th floor balcony of an Athenian flat with only good friends and a clear starlit sky for company.
I've got a good feeling inside...