A day in Greece – 20 June 2015

Up early, yet again because the workies have to fix the sink in the bathroom, whilst ignoring the bashed and dented set of drawers and the dodgy bedside light and the dripping air-con outside.  Oh well, at least they’re making a start at fixing this old ship.  I think if we slap another coat of paint on the metal parts and then a coat or two of varnish on the woodwork, most of the geriatric passengers will never notice the ship is sinking.  Anyway, up at 7.00 and on deck by 7.30.  When the gangways were set up and “a secure area had been established around Oceana” we were ready to disembark and make our way into Corfu. 

We decided to get the bus in to town then walk back.  We walked around the old harbour and into the old town.  Scamp settled on a ride on the wee train.  She trainalways makes a bee line for these wee trains.  Sometimes they are a lot better than the Red Tourist bus, mainly because they go slower and give you a chance to see what the commentary is describing.  I really enjoyed the ride, but the roads around here are terrible, even compared to our potholed roads.  You sometimes have to visit somewhere like this to appreciate how fortunate you are.  After the train ride, we walked through a large park in the centre of town.  There we saw more evidence of Greece’s financial dire straits.  It didn’t look as if the place had been cleaned for weeks.  There was litter everywhere and the grass was dry and burnt looking.  No work had been done on the flower beds and there were weeds growing through the paving stones.  It must be difficult living in a country with a national debt problem.  Across the street there were horses and traps taking tourists around the town, but we didn’t bother.  We’d been on a train.  Behind the horses was a cricket pitch!  Apparently it dates back to when Britain owned or ran Greece.  It was probably Britain that showed the country how to get into debt in the first place!  (A little bit of politics there).

I’d brought my laptop with me so I could update the waiting world with this blog, so we went looking for an Internet cafe.  There were plenty of cafes offering free Wi-Fi, so we stopped at one, had a beer each and the blog was uploaded in a much faster time than the ship’s Wi-Fi.  I found out how to say “Thank You” in Greek.  It sound like “e phar ee sto” with the emphasis on the sto.  I stopped to buy some natural sponges for watercolour painting and Scamp bought a bagsheila for taking her lunch to work.  By then it was time to go back to the ship.  We walked back and although it looked like a long way, it was really a pleasant walk.  Had lunch when we got back and then sat near the pool, both of us managing to swim a bit and soak up some sun in the Jacuzzi.  Oh, yes and the sink was done, and a very nice job they’ve made of it.

We watched the start of the sailaway and then went for dinner.  Steak tonight was too well done.  It seems like a hit or a miss.  Maybe it depends on who cooks it.  Thanks to the four at the opposite table drawing back their curtains, we got to watch the scenery float past.  Not as dramatic as last night, no submarine pens, just rolling hills in the middle distance.

After dinner Scamp wanted to hear a piano recital and I swore at this slow computer and the badly written File Juggler.  It’s supposed to be the PC equivalent to Hazel (Hazel the app, that is!), but it’s nowhere nearly as clever as that.  It works – kind of, and not all the time.  Pretty pointless really.  However it passed some time until Scamp was done, then we went to the Tropical Party on the pool deck, where we used to live.  It was dire 1960s Hi Di Hi holiday camp nonsense and the wind was cooling me down, so we left.

Drink, hot chocolate and bed in that order.  Not getting up early on purpose tomorrow.  Not for nobody.  It’s Sunday, so it’s a long lie in.  That’s the plan anyway!  We can but hope.

Cat City 19 June 2015

After a quiet night’s sleep with just normal hotel noises – people talking going by, laughing, the occasional door slamming, but definitely no crashing of pans or trays, nobody dropping cutlery – we woke to another beautiful day.  We had hoped to see the entire run into Kotor, but it was in full swing by the time we got up on level 14.  What a vista.  The tree covered mountains looked a bit like Scotland, but even greener that that.  The ship took a really circuitous route into what the captain called a fjord, and that was what it looked and felt like.  Eventually we reached Kotor and after breakfast we went through the best ever tender disembarkation we have ever been on.  Everything ran like clockwork.  I must say P&O are really good at the organization thing.

Kotor is sometimes called the mini Dubrovnik and I can see why.  Like Dubrovnik it has city walls circling the old town and paved and flagged streets.  It also has a vast population of cats.  Nobody could tell us why there were so many of them, but they are everywhere.  They even have a cat museum!  We didn’t go in.  Maybe another time, and sorry Hazy, we didn’t bring any home.  We did walk around the streets and had a beer.  Walked through a fruit and veg market and a fish market.  These people are so lucky to have all this when we have Tesco and ASDA. 

After the walk, we returned to the ship.  Scamp went to sunbathe and I went for a snooze.  Later, after the sail-away we had dinner.  The older couples across from us insisted on pulling the curtains back, so we all had a view of the scenery passing by.  It was lovely.

Went to a show at night, had a drink and are just getting ready for bed because:

1. We enter a new time-zone tomorrow and lose an hour’s sleep.

2. Apparently there is damage to the sink and they have to sand it down and repaint it!  Don’t worry that one of the drawers won’t open because the runner is broken, the drawer unit is chipped and dented, the air-con in the corridor is dripping water.  Nope, the sink needs painted and we have to be out of the room for four hours.

P&O  Fur coat and nae knickers!

The Squeaky Wheel 18 June 2015

After  a bumpy night heading south from Venice, we had a bit of a swell on the sea this morning, but the sun was out and the sky was quite clear.  We were all at sea and heading for Kotor tomorrow.  In other words, a sea day.  Sea days can be as boring as you want to make them, or they can be interesting.  We sunbathed after breakfast for an hour until it was time to go dancing.  It was Rumba this morning.  We’ve both done rumba before and Scamp keeps reminding me that you have to start on beat two.  I nod my head and make concurring noises, but I’m sure she knows I don’t have a clue what it means.  I just follow her like I do with almost all dances except salsa.  Even there she tries to lead, but if she does, I mess her up by inventing new moves or more likely, new combinations.  Anyway, rumba passed with very few raised voices or harrumphs. Hmm, my spell checker seems to think that harrumph is a word!

The rest of the day was passed, as usual on a sea day with eating, drinking and more rumba.  Scamp went to a piano recital and I went sketching for an hour.  I really enjoyed the freedom of plein air sketching.  Messing around mainly with pen and ink sketches of people on the deck.  I did take some photos around the ship.  Mainly patterns of ropes and rails against the sea.  Scamp wasn’t impressed with the pianist, she said it wasn’t his best hour. 

By the time she got back, and we had a coffee, it was time to get ready for the Captain’s Ball.  That’s just a chance for the sycophants to arse lick with the captain and a chance for him to make a wee speech.  Scamp decided we would start at level 5, have a free G&T there.  Then  move up to level 6 where our restaurant is and have another free G&T there too.  Sounds like a plan to me.  We were just starting our first drink when a voice behind me, a Scottish voice, said “Nice kilt”.  I turned round and here was one of the officers in his dress uniform.  We got talking and he told us he was in charge of reception and he came from Maybole in South Ayrshire.  It’s a place we know well as we used to pass through it when we stayed in Newton Stewart.  He asked if we were having a good time on the ship and Scamp said “yes” and I said “no”.  Then we told him about the noises coming from the restaurant above us in our room.  He immediately said “Do you want another room?  I think we’ve got a couple free.”  We both looked at one another and said “Yes please.  Thank you very much.”  So to cut a long story short, we’re now in a room on deck 5 which is seven decks below where we were and there have been no sightings of elephants so far.  Great guy, and all because of a kilt.  His is Mc Gregor by the way. 

It’s true what they say, the squeaky wheel gets the grease!

Venice in the Sun – 17 June 2015

Today was a much better day than yesterday.  Today there was light cloud that soon burned off and left clear skies – no sign of rain.  We took an early vaporetto in to St Mark’s Square and walked away from the square then into one of the back streets.  From there we just wandered the streets for a while and had a coffee in a wee cafe.  Before we knew it, we found ourselves at St Mark’s Square again.  Actually, we found our way back to the little close we had sheltered in yesterday, just along from the square.  Scamp thought it would be a good idea to go left this time, past the square instead of through it.  This led us through an avenue of trees with lots of people selling the usual tourist stuff from kiosks.  I got a Bluetooth iPhone remote that seems to work very well.  We walked around the Accademia area and Scamp found an old church that had been turned into a museum for musical instruments.  Really, really interesting.  One particular exhibit showed the stages in making a violin.  I remember some of the steps from guitar making at college, but we didn’t put 40 coats of natural lacquer on the finished article.  We thought 10 coats of A/C lacquer was extreme!

We had lunch in a little Italian (of course) restaurant just off a side street.  Highlight was one poor American boy breaking two wine glasses in two separate incidents and rushing off in shame.  His dad, or at least I took it to be his dad, went after him and brought him back.  Poor boy seemed shattered, like the glasses.  Scamp had macaroni with fresh tomatoes and basil.  I had linguine a la pesto.  Mine was delicious and I think Scamp’s was too judging by the tiny amount she left.  After we left we walked further into the Accademia area and Scamp found a shop selling Murano glass bracelets, so that was her present from Venice.  I found an art shop and bought myself a sketch pad and a watercolour block.  After that, we headed back to SM’sS which is really easy to find as almost all roads lead to it.  We stopped on the way for an ice-cream.  I was trying to get a photo of Scamp in the square when I accidentally got in the way of a German bloke (poor bloke only had a Canon).  He said something rude to me in German, so I just turned round and told him to “Fuck Off!”  Fuck Off! is such a great expression, isn’t it?  It doesn’t matter what language you speak, Fuck Off! is Fuck Off!  Anyway it worked, because off he fucked!

Got back to the vaporetto place just as the boat was coming in.  Scamp nicked away to take a photo of one of the street performers dressed up in a fancy ball gown and wearing a mask.  Talking about masks, there were a lot of Japanese in Venice today and loads of them were wearing masks like surgeons wear.  We were talking about this with Derek and Sue during the week and they thought it was a fear of contracting Bird Flu.  It could be.  One of the girls I saw had a lovely lace facemask.  Pretty and functional.

Back at the ship, we had two new playmates at the dinner table.  Can’t remember her name, but Scamp says his name was Andy.  Scamp will interrogate them tomorrow if they come back.  She scared the other two away.  Tomato Cheesecake (strange) for starter, Venison for main and Limoncello Panacotta (which didn’t taste in the slightest of lemons).

Watched the sail away from the very front of the ship and it was quite a dramatic exit.  Venice is lovely.  Very expensive, but lovely.  I really hope we can come back some day.