Meeting friends in Dubrovnik

Smiles from ear to ear greeted us as the hull of the boat Marco Polo lowered and our friends Vic and Vicki disembarked. Robby and Paul were equally thrilled waving furiously and shouting greetings through the fence.
Difficult to listen to one another as the excitement resulted in each of us talking at the same time and no one listening.
The walled city was our sanctuary as we wheeled V&Vs luggage through the medieval labyrinth of Dubrovnik. Wandering over the polished cobblestones reflected the joy of seeing our 'old' friends.
Reached our apartment, full of old world charm. Three storeys of steps (poor V's knee) had us opening the thick wooden door to the welcome of our Croatian hosts who treated us to slivervitch?, Brandy and home made wine. Rosey cheeks abound, we dropped off luggage and headed down stairs to the smells of cuisines and a celebration dinner.
Excitement has settled and we can now hear one another. Breakfast with a shot of good coffee and the boys a beer. The people traffic is getting busy but we seem oblivious to it as our attention is with one another.
Two tropical-like thunderstorms in the afternoon had us heading for early cocktails. A daiquiri, martini and black Russians put us in the mood for a snooze.
This was such a short time together as Robby and Paul, tonight, are on their way to Italy. A farewell dinner, loads of Vicki’s photos and we bid farewell to a perfect 30hr reunion.

Sailing the Dalmation

Bow Wow, 101 + islands Things here are not just black and white. As we travel through the islands spotted along the southern Dalmation Coast, on M/V Otac Nikola we pinch ourselves to remind us we are fulfilling a dream to sail (or motor) around these islands in the Adriatic and part of Croatia.
How lucky we are? So desparately wanted to get on board one of those cruise boats sitting in the harbour in Dubrovnik (that all the rich people get on) but hey, how can we make our budget stretch. Well you never know until you ask. A very friendly Captain was a few passengers short and, provided we were prepared to take a porthole cabin, it was ours for 7 days, full board and at a cost that with a stretch of our budget we were able to accept.
The dynamics of the 17 passengers onboard followed the usual group forming profile. However, with Croations, Germans, an Italian, English and Australians, there was an immediate segragation as a result of the language barriers. However, the barriers are only temporary as body gestures, grins arm or head shakes seem to be universal and add a new dimension to communicating.
So what is it about the Dalmation Coast? Our cruise is in the Southern part of the Dalmation Coast. Beginning in Dubrovnik. Each day we spend from 3-4 hours chugging along, one day with a sail, to quaint little nooks or coves and anchor for a swim and each night a different harbour. Usually moored in the harbour of a major town on the islands. The harbours always busy with sailing boats or cruise ships and a hive of activity both onboard and onshore. Some evenings, especially around the new moon, the party activity is much louder and more intense than others. The rest of the time the busyness of cocktail bars, restaurants and the usual sourvenir shopping brings colour and a buzz that is a holiday port.
The islands of Miljet, Korciula (twice), Hvar, Sipan and Lapud were our treats. Fortunately, it is now low season and that brings with it less people (can't imagine what full season would be like), and, I guess, fewer boats although, to us the harbour looked crowded.
Full board. Well, it is perhaps good that we are only here for 7 days. The kilo or two we lost since leaving Greece has now returned, plus more. Lunch and dinner are both 3 courses of freshly cooked local cuisine with choices from hearty stews and potatoes to cabbage and spinach mix with fish or fresh seafood risotto, anchovies, octopus, pork, chipalattas, always with soup, always with salad and followed by such treats as apple struddle - straight from the kitchen, orange icecream with chocolate sauce or simply some fresh fruit.
Once arriving at our ports, passengers head in separate directions but the sight of a familiar face in the town brings a smile and greeting as friendships grow. We take time out to climb castles, visit prehistoric caves, walk the narrow streets, climb towers, visit Marco Polos home, shop or, sit and have a cuppaccino or cocktail. This type of holiday we could definitely have more of.
Time seemed to pass far too quickly through a bit of chatting, reading, reflection and contemplation and before you know it, it would be time for another meal. There are of course the usual antics that Aussie boys get up to like Paul and Kim performing death defying acts from the highest deck of the boat into the crystal clear waters of the Adriatic - practicing their triple sommersaults; hiring a 5 hp dinghy and defying the strong winds to reach a nearby island for further swimming. Climbing to a cave to feel the ambience of where stoneage objects were found, climbing to the top of the hill to a 15 century castle or simply sunbaking on the deck.
Sometimes the chill in the breezes means retreating to the back of the boat to more protected areas or heading to our cabin for a siesta. So, life is good.
A text message late in the evening brings our senses back to our friends at North Avoca. Our dear friend Geoff has died and the sense of wanting to be close to our friends back home or simply making contact wih them is great. We think this is because of the great connection, support and love of our special NASG has that when saddness like this is present, strength is provided in that very support and connection they provide.
And so, we spend some time talking to each other about the joy, the laughs, the good times that our friend Geoff brought to us and how our sympathy goes to Gill and to Melanie and Christie. Next day, our boat is moored, a message from Debbie and Fellie link us back home.
The clarity and depth of the water gives time to meditate and think of friends back home. We dive in the water and think of our good fortune of having beautiful friends.
And so, after 7 days Otac Nikolas returned to Dubrovnik. At the last lunch there was a buzz but disappointment struck us when we found that our camera, in its case and with Robbys credit and cash cards had been stolen. Another adventure to the Police Station to get a report.
Our first port of call in Croatia was in the north - that was just a few days before joining the cruise. A place called Rijeka in northern Croatia. A bus change and we were on our way to the island Krk to Baska. Then onto Rab for a night before heading to Split and onto Dubrovonik. The coastline journey with shaggy rock edges that in the diistance look like sandy beaches, turquoise inlets, forested hills, lakes and villages. One of the most picturesque bus rides we have had, hugging the coast line of Croatia.
Dubrovnik's old city was a reminder that less than 15 years ago, this place was shattered by war. Now with much determination and effort to restore the old, it is a charming walled city full of tourists, restaurants, housing and activity.
Next we were heading to Italy but a text message from our friends Vic and Vicki who were arriving in Dubrovnik in 3 days meant we changed our plans to spend an evening with them. To fill in our time until they arrived we decided to head to Bosnia - Mostar and Sarejavo for a couple of days. We haven't been disappointed. Mostar, which was shelled and bombed, still has visible signs of the destruction. The 'famous' bridge which was bombed during the war and now rebuilt was a highlight. It is well known for the locals showing their masculinity by jumping from this 28 mtr bridge to the icy waters of the Rama Neretva River below. We were still with our Aussie friends from the cruise - Kim and Jaclyn so the evening wore on with cocktails and a farewell meal and more drinks. (Robby was a little surprised that Pavlos did not show his masculinity by jumping off the bridge!)
A train ride with many switchbacks, took us through a huge mountain range to Sarejavo. Once there we boarded a tram - one would think a reasonble way to cover a short distance and time was precious. A tram ride without stamped tickets means one is told to 'get off' and forced to contribute to the rebuilding of Sarejavo or go to jail We chose the former. A bit of a shock to our otherwide smooth travels.
Now on bus returning to Dubrovnik to meet up with Vic and Vicki.
No camera, no photos!

Footsteps in Venice

As we wind our way by bus up the mountains beyond Trieste (Italy) to Croatia, on route is a perfect time to reflect on our adventures in Venice.

Arrival

Venice, where the wash of the liner slapped against her thighs and penetrated into the darkest corners of the canals where saints and gargoyles watched the sunrise. Murmur... Phesyphus' wreath tilted in all her opulence of orange and pink to the sound of the bells tolling.

All the movies, pictures and postcards go nowhere near describing the overwhelming and incredible emotions that are associated with not only being in a new place but in a place that has something magical, mystical and truly different.

We trundled with our one trolley bag and small backpack through the alleyways, over bridges following signs to San Marco to our accommodation - an old monastery converted into comfortable rooms. Despite numerous wrong turns or shall we say minor detours, we arrived.

A quick shower and we were on our way to explore Venice. Of course, the major difference that sets it apart from anywhere else is that you walk everywhere, unless of course you wish to catch the ferry boats or a gondola - 'where bodies in elongated coffins float on silvery threads'.

Getting lost is part of the adventure here as eventually one will find a landmark or sign that leads you back to familiarity.

One of the wonderful attractions for both of us was the number of small 'boutique'-like art galleries, which not only exhibit local works but also have collections which might include a Picasso, Kandinsky Chagall or other famous pieces of work. There in front of your very eyes an Andy Warhole. We were also delighted to find that the Biennnale was on so no matter which corner we turned, there would be an amazing contemporary piece of art - video photographic, sculptures, robots, storytelling exhibits from all parts of the world (including Oz). Often the exhibits were in amazing Venetian palaces or other structures of time gone by which definitely contrasted to the exhibit's contemporary tone.

We were of course both captured by the number of shops selling glassware or masks. A reminder that Venice is the city of the masquerade carnivale and of course the home of Venetian glass.

On our first evening we left our monastic retreat with tickets to a concert which provided a resonance of redemption by a stringed orchestra dressed in black. It filled the space of the 16th Century Church. Vivaldi's Four Seasons charged the veiled and impaled sculptures of marble, the purity of death. Each season was projected through the skill of the professional and his violin.

Our second day was spent again, pounding the streets - different areas, the maze of streets all leading to a piazza and of course the 'hundred's of churches which also give a historical slant on art. The Chorus tour (we followed the map) took us from church to church. A siesta was in order before sitting on the edge of the Grande Canal to watch the Venezia Regatta Stoica - a regatta of boats from across time with the crew dressed according to the era. It was a picture that made us pinch ourselves to check we were actually there. The irony of it was that we were sitting next to a Biennale exhibit of a huge 10 metre skull made of aluminum pots, pans and jugs.

Day 3 was our day to buy a 24 hr ticket for any ferry. One thing about Venice is that it is not cheap so a one day ticket allowed us to experience the waterways as well as visit the islands of Murano and Burano. Murano is where the glass blowing takes place. Touters usher one in to their display rooms. No pressure selling once you get there and the display of works from the finery of the delicate chandeliers to the abstract creations of art work were a beautiful sight. The temptation to buy was huge but the difficulty of carrying around a chandelier or a piece of solid glass for the next few months wasn't that appealing. Instead settled for another ring.

Next stop was Burano. Apart from being the lacemaking island, it is also one where the houses are of many different bright colours which of course, after Venice and its subdued hues was a riot in colour.

Venice being our first Italian port of call also meant it was time to try a 'real' pizza and to Pablo's delight - hardly any cheese. Pizza was on the menu every day. We also tasted the fresh pastas and the Venetian specialty of liver.

Day 4 took us through new streets and back to some favorite places. It had rained over night so the freshness took on a different feel. The pigeons still abound in San Marco Square and the tourists following their leader waving flags of different shapes, colours and objects outnumbered the pigeons.

And so, Venice is behind us. Trieste, the last city in Italy before reaching Slovania and then to Croatia welcomed us with more pizza and pasta before a 2 hour bus journey to Rijeka and then the Island of Krk on the Dalmation Coast.

Yassous our beloved Greece

A mix of cypress pines and green olive trees carpet the countryside from mountain to the sea in Corfu - a Greek Is on the west coast of Greece in the Ionian Sea.

Our introduction to this island wasn't as beautiful as described. After a 5 hour bus ride from Thesalloniki and a 2 hour ferry trip to the island we immediately headed north to the area we had been told was the place to stay. Both of us were woken at our stop and slightly dazed from the long trip. All we could hear were English voices and see signs that read 'English Breakfast', Gutbusters Breakfast' 'Steak and Chips' 'English soccer matches live broadcasts tonight!', and most storekeepers had very English accents. Had we landed in the right place or were we simply spoilt by the fact we had been living and breathing Lesbos for so long? It was difficult to spot a Greek let alone find a friendly taverna with squid and sardines.

So, having eventually found some accommodation we set out to make the most of our few days here. It was a perfect opportunity to rent a scooter and head out of this place called Sadiri, at least for a day. And, what a day we had.

Firstly, we weren't satisfied to share a scooter so with two scooters we ventured out beyond the excessive load music and English undertones to explore Corfu island island and of course it offered all the beauty that Greek islands have - villages perched high on the mountain sides, ocean views with islets and blue grottos; snorkelling that provided crystal clear views of the thousands of fish of all varieties; hairbends that challenged our riding skills - some requiring foot on road to help balance the scooter; village signs we couldn't pronounce (Platonos); the Albanian coastline stretching in the distance; sheperds grazing their goats and traditional tavernas with Mythos on tap and tastie tomatoes in the Greek salads.

Bikes were returned after 24 hours with two very exhausted riders but also very satisfied and with the realisation that Corfu and its geography and vegetation is a stark contrast to that of Lesvos. Resting our weary bones we were lulled to sleep by the Karioki Bar across the road to the sour tunes of 'Living Next Door to Alice' and after a hard days ride the song that stuck in Pavlos' mind was Rawhide - it was enough to give you a Rawhide, Jimmy (see you go!).

The next morning we started the day with an English Breakfast! and a very bad cuppaccino before heading back to Corfu city. We are always amused and intrigued by the spontaneous happenings that a trip brings. By bus through some very narrow village streets always offers excitement - a simple reversing of these big buses in the narrow streets because of an oncoming truck brings the heart to the throat.. Further on a car had parked in a narrow street preventing the bus to pass. So, what should the bus driver do? Of course, hand held firmly on horn until a villager reacts. Mama, dressed in black comes from her small cottage with arms waving and shouting ella, ella. She sauantered up the street still yelling but trying to find owner. In meantime, horn still bellowing but to no response. So with some precision manouvering, the bus driver scaled the garden, scraped the reavision mirror and still mama was yelling 'ella'.

Corfu city endeared us with its historic area, galleries, huge bizarres and outdoor restaurants and tavernas. Whilst this was a short stay (3 days) the island does have some very beautiful attractions.

Thessaloniki in northern Greece mainland and the second largest city in Greece, was our first stop after Lesvos. Although suffering from a case of missing our temporary home and arriving on a Sunday when, in Greece, everything is shut (oincluding galleries), we managed to find the harbour walk, an authentic 'sweets' café and a great fish restaurant where we past the time for about 3 hours. The following day was a different story. The 50% sales had hit Thessalonki and we just had to shop - a new outfit for Robby (for Venice) and new Teva sports shoes for Pavlos (to help him walk faster). Thessalonki was simply a connection point on our way to Dalmation Coast.

We are now on an ocean liner having left Corfu this morning at 7 am for Venice. This is a 24 hour journey. We packed food supplies, our cards, dominos and books and have already enjoyed the swimming pool, a few glasses of wine - a very comfortable way to travel. We have reclining seats, no cabins as we are saving our pennies for Venice. Not sure which restaurant we'll go to on board tonights, but plenty to choose from and will certainly uplaod this blog with the onboard facilities.

By the way, we are back to one small wheelie bag and a small backpack. Hoping this will see us through for the next 2 months. The other two suitcases we left on Lesvos and will retrieve on our return.

See you in Venice or soon after. Think it will be a train trip to Split in Croatia going via Trieste, Italy.

Love to everyone.

PS We are blowing you kisses - did you notice?
PSS Internet on board boat was slow. Now in Venice.