My Hovercraft is Full of Eels

!1. The icy cream is YYYUUUMMMYYY!!! and it comes

in lots of different flavours*  ** [Read more →]

We docked at Patras on time, found the sta­tion and with­in no time were tuck­ing into fresh greek bread, feta, olives and toma­toes from the loc­al shop, and a freddo (iced espresso — this sea­son’s trend­i­est drink!)  A well earned decent feast — food on the ferry was a bit sparce due to the pricey food on board and the lack of shops to pur­chase any­thing oth­er than souven­irs in Venice, and shops being shut in Ancona (Sunday) — but we enjoyed our stale bread and jam and felt like real trav­el­lers! [Read more →]

On the ferry to Paros and Athena and Callum are eati­ung bread and play­ing the Callum/Athena express.

Two days into our Greek Odyssey and we have packed in so much already.

19^th and 20^th July

Ancona to Patras

So we’re now out in the Adriatic, hav­ing staked out our spot on the deck beside a young Swiss couple trav­el­ling over­land to Istanbul and a French fam­ily with 2 young kids. The Swiss couple are trav­el­ling with a large lily – a birth­day present from him to her! They give us Swiss chocol­ate as they dis­em­bark at Igumenitsa for being good neigh­bours. [Read more →]

another short rap for three people;

Person no.1

Armargos, Alonnisos and Serifos

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…that was Callum’s com­ment when we arrived in Paris last night.

Breakfast this morn­ing at the Place du Tertre in Montmartre, next to the Sacre Couer, in a phe­nom­en­ally expens­ive tour­ist cafe. You pay for the ambience…

Last night we ate felafel and pommes frites on the banks of the Seine and then exper­i­enced the most ter­ri­fy­ing hail­storm — freak weath­er! Lightening flash­ing all over the city, tor­ren­tial rain and wind.

This morn­ing is much fresh­er than the sul­try heat (32C) of last night. We are soak­ing up the ambi­ence and munch­ing croissants.

Callum: The Eurostar was a lot bet­ter than I expec­ted. It was like a lux­ury coach inside. Tua Mia [teddy bear] got his pass­port stamped by a friendly French bor­der guard.

Jane: Such a high-class exper­i­ence. So smooth, so quiet, it glides grace­fully onwards as those dis­tinct­ive pop­lar groves and then the sprawl of Paris come into view.

We got a record­ing of the flap­ping timetable board at Gare du Nord for the BBC lost sounds archive (it was very excit­ing, Margaret!). Pink, rough loo roll told us we were truely in France. Eurostar seats were com­fort­able enough to sleep in. Callum and Jane par­tic­u­larly liked the toi­lets. This is such a civ­il­ised way to travel!