Thursday, 11 October 2018

Our Greek Odyssey


We've just returned from five weeks exploring a bit of Greece, the Western Balkans (Albania, Montenegro, Macedonia) and Venice, Verona, Vicenza and Padua in Italy, not to mention our stopover port-of-call, Doha in Qatar.

So, for the next few weeks, I'll be recording some thoughts and photos of our trip.
First up: Greece.
We went to the island of Crete (pronounced cray-ta by the Greeks) for a week then Athens for three days where we experienced quintessential Greek moments: swimming in turquoise seas, exploring the twisting alleys of the old towns, marvelling at the huge boughs of crimson bougainvillea cascading over walls, eating sardines, lamb and swordfish at quayside tavernas, strolling harbourside in the evening, and being immersed in Minoan, Greek, Roman, Byzantine, Turkish/Ottoman and Venetian history. And all of this with the temperature 36 degrees plus! No wonder I wilted.  I even went to dinner in my shorts one night.

We stayed in Chania, Crete's second largest city on the north-west side of the island.
The rooftop courtyard of our hotel - quintessentially Greek.

The harbour at Chania.
In the left background are the arched roofs of the former Venetian shipyards.



Ubiquitous (but lovely) bougainvillea.
I loved the sardines (with a Greek salad of course).



Taking a photo of the sea sponges for sale.


Strolling (and shopping) in Chania.
Even though it was hot, it was good to get into summer clothes
after coming from 14 degrees in Encounter Bay.
Exploring the Chania Archaeological Museum.
Yummy lamb stew
One day we took a three-hour bus ride to Heraklion, the capital of Crete. The next group of photos were taken in the Heraklion Archaeological Museum where all the treasures from the nearby Bronze Age Minoan Palace of Knossos are displayed; replicas replaced these items on the actual site. The Palace complex was destroyed by earthquakes then fire; the site was rediscovered in modern times and excavations began in 1900 but poorly restored, with buildings rebuilt using concrete, incorrect colours chosen for columns, rooms added, and frescoes boldly repainted with no thought for authenticity. Many archaeologists have objected. One article I read said the restorer often plucked his ideas of how they should be restored from thin air. Oops!

We loved the museum, however, and spent hours here. It was also cool inside.










After the visit to the museum we wandered through Heraklion to the harbour. 
A courtyard in Heraklion

Heraklion Harbour and the 1523 Venetian fort Castello a Mare.


Amphorae collected in the waters around the fort by Jacques Cousteau in the 1970s.
I loved the attention to decorative detail on common objects such as this cannon.

Who couldn't resist taking these photos!!
We took a bus to Elafonisi beach on the south-western tip of the island, 75 kilometres from Chania, passing through the centre of Crete with its rugged mountains, olive groves and tiny villages.
 It was early autumn and some of the leaves were already showing signs of colour.
 We were in chestnut country.

The visit to Elafonisi Beach was fascinating. It was the first time we had seen a European beach, complete with sun lounges and palm-frond umbrellas and hundreds of people lying in such close proximity to each other.
Steve staking out a claim to our spot.
We paid 7 Euros for our lounges which were very uncomfortable.
The water was so clear.
We were here early but within the hour I was surrounded by bodies.
A packed beach.
 On another day we took a local bus to Rethymno, a charming town 45 kms from Chania.
We breakfasted at a restaurant that was near a Venetian fountain from the 16th century, when this was the centre of the town.
Water still poured from the gargoyle spouts.
Next stop was Athens.  It's such an iconic sight, but the Acropolis still takes your breath away on first glimpsing it.
On the climb to the Acropolis you pass the Odeon of Herodes Atticus, built in 161 AD and renovated in 1950.  It is still used for classical concerts and ballet.

I loved this statue.
Can't you just imagine the crowds here at the theatre of Dionysus?
While the whole environment does make you think 'cradle of civilisation', it is so ruined (literally) that it's difficult to picture it in its heyday. Over the centuries it has been a sacred site, bombed, used as an arsenal, revered again, went into decline and ignored, and is now a national treasure and the most visited site in Greece. The site is being constantly restored. 
Interpretive signs explain what is being done to the buildings.
Even though it is shrouded in scaffolding, the Parthenon is still a magnificent sight.


The temple dedicated to Athena Nike, overlooking Athens.
The religious temple Erecthion with its famous porch of caryatids,
though I learnt that these are copies and the originals are in the museum.
Another view of the temple, sans me.

A close up view
And even closer.
As a respite from history, we discovered the Evzone guards outside Parliament House ...
 ...  explored the National Gardens ...

 ... and sustained ourselves for some more walking.
We continued roaming. But reminders of the past were everywhere.
In a park...
 Alongside a road.
The Temple of Olympian Zeus.
We didn't pay to go in but took photos through the fence.

In the middle of the Plaka district we discovered the arched entrance to Hadrian's Library.
We enjoyed the Agora a little further down the road. This was the centre of Athenian life, built below the Acropolis, where people met, business and commerce was handled, and religious and social activities took place. There were lots of excavated items on display.
The site covered quite a few hectares.


We loved the 5th century BC Temple of Hephaistos high on the hill (can't get my head around these dates).

Our Greek holiday was at an end. On the way back to our hotel I bought a container of juicy figs from a market stall and drizzled honey over them. My diary records 'Delicious, yummy, fabuloso!'

Tuesday, 28 August 2018

A mother gets sentimental

My darling Sharon turns 47 today. How old does that make me feel!!!!!

Forgive a mother's bragging.......

I am so proud of her. She sent me her latest photo.
I decided to find one of me at the same age. It took a bit of searching through my old albums but I found one of me at 47 though not looking as glam - I'm eating spaghetti in Talinn, Estonia.
I know she doesn't like this one (though I do) because of her, as she says, 'pudding-basin hair'. But mums are allowed to get sentimental. Most of the photos I took when the children were young have no date on them so I'm guessing here, but I think she's about 7 or 8.  
This is one of my favourite photos of the two of us when Sharon was about 11. 
And here she is at 17 dressed for her Year 12 ball. I admired her because she chose to wear this velvet dress that had come from England for my mum in the 1930s, instead of the satin, big-shouldered, frou-frou ones that were all the rage in 1988. It fitted her perfectly.
With sister Kate a couple of years ago....
... and when she visited Encounter Bay recently. 
So, happy birthday sweetheart. Wish I could be in Perth with you to celebrate. 

Sunday, 26 August 2018

Thar she blows...

When Steve's Facebook page signalled that there were whales at Bashams Beach yesterday we decided to give our whale-watching luck one more go before the season ends. The beach is a 10-minute drive from home and we were soon seeking a parking spot along with many others. High on the hill overlooking the beach we could see dark shapes moving through the water; a tourist boat lying further afield.

















This was as close as my close-up lens could get.
We hastened down the hill to the viewing platform where I was able to see a bit more. Sadly, no breaching, but it was exciting to see these Southern Rights rolling over and over and frolicking together.




 And... thar she blows. If you look very carefully at this next photo you'll spot the faint watery shower emerging from the spout.

Sunday, 19 August 2018

A bit more of the Heysen Trail

It was cold, cloudy and blustery so perhaps not an ideal day to do a bit more of the Heysen Trail. Nevertheless, we dressed wisely and headed to Parsons Beach, 18 kms from home along the rugged coast west of Waitpinga. We followed the track to Parsons Headland, a grassy lookout spot where the wind blew, the waves crashed and we had glorious views of the coast.




Looking down was rewarding as there was quite a bit of colour underfoot.

Eagle-eyed Steve spotted a kangaroo.
... and I quickly snapped this gull.
 We then headed east...
... stopping every now and again for photos.
The track is clearly marked.
We headed for Waitpinga Beach but halfway there we turned around as we have done that part of the walk before.
Looking more like the Michelin man...
but in my defence it was windy and cold.
At least we were warm by the time we got back to the car.
This is my shot of the sun desperately trying to break through.

Sunday, 5 August 2018

A birthday with a zero

We celebrated Steve's birthday in style with French toast and maple syrup for breakfast followed by the opening of gifts. Here he is in the jumper I knitted and a book about the making of one of his favourite films. A happy birthday boy.

But the celebrations had only just started. We drove through the lush, freshly rained-on countryside awash with new-born lambs to Langhorne Creek. There we visited Bremerton, one of our favourite wineries where I succumbed to a brandy, apricot and ginger praline log which I shall put away until Christmas. I'm always a sucker for jam, so the grapefruit marmalade was quickly snatched up.
Then it was on to The Winehouse where we had booked for lunch.




My Moroccan lamb tagine was delicious...








... as was Steve's butter chicken.

 What was I thinking?????? Rhubarb and apple crumble with cream AND icecream!
 And coffee and chocolate mud cake for Steve.

We could barely breathe as we staggered away. We never eat anything like this, so on one hand it was a treat and on the other, perhaps not so wise.

So the next day, I decided I needed a long walk. I planned to walk along the roads behind Encounter Bay to the road that leads down to Kings Beach on the coast. This looks steep and something the Tour de France cyclists may have found on the Alpe D'Huez (well I may be overstating that a bit), but although it looks a little daunting I managed it quite easily.
 Then the road took me past farmland and lovely green hills that rolled down to the sea.


 I arrived at Kings Beach then joined the Heysen Trail, heading for the Bluff that you can see in the distance.
It was so peaceful, with not a soul to be seen, and not a sound bar the gentle lapping of the water and the flapping of seabird wings overhead.
Almost there. I know the soursobs are weeds but they look so bright and cheerful.
Along the way was a sign indicating the presence of a well on the beach, dug by the early pioneers. Water was hauled up the steep cliff by a winch. You can just see the remains of the well at the bottom of the photo.
I think most of yesterday's meal had by now been walked off, though I still had another couple of kilometres to go before I got home.