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Today got off to a bit of a non-start. Neil has an appointment in Rhodes at 11.00 this morning, but that’s not going to happen. He is still in Symi. Having been kept awake all night by the wind, and that ridiculous thing where you wake up every ten minutes to make sure you haven’t overslept and therefore get no sleep at all… I heard him leave just after six to go down to the boat, and return again at seven to report that the boat wasn’t going this morning, even though the sea looks calm enough, and the wind has dropped. There is another boat at 11.55 apparently, but checking on http://www.marinetraffic.com I can see that the Proteus is still in Kos, from where it should have left some time ago. That’s a really handy site if you want to track boats and ships, by the way. You can also marvel at the names of some of the vessels. ‘Beluga Stimulation’ caught my eye as it just passed Sesklia. Is that like trout tickling? ‘Mighty Servant 1’ sounds like a sturdy ship, and it’s good to see that the ‘Arctic Spirit’ is alive and well and living in the Aegean. ‘Boudicca’ is happily hanging around in Rhodes, ‘Panormitis’ is in Paros apparently, and the ‘Norweagan Dream’ is to be found in Syros. What’s of more concern are the ‘unspecified ships’ out there. And the fact that the ‘Proteus’ is still not going anywhere. So it looks like Neil isn’t going anywhere at sea today either.

Some 'shipping' photos seemed appropriate today; Rhodes, October.

That’s a great site, and I could play with it all day, but I won’t; you can see if the ships have left where they were, in this case, not, and see their progress. In theory this means I could wait comfortably at home until just before the boat is due in, then wander down to the steps and walk straight on. Mind you, I can always look out of the window and see if the boat is coming around the headland and do that. But the upshot is a very early start for both of us and no trip to Rhodes looks likely today. He’ll have to reschedule the appointment.

Meanwhile:
For those folk who answered yesterday’s questions, yes the quote was from ‘Evil under the sun’ which I am told (thanks Andy) was originally set, in the book, on an island off the Devon coast, where it was presumably called ‘Evil under a rain cloud.’ And the photo, the rather dodgy photo, taken from the Rainbow bar, shows new railings on the roof of what was, briefly, a cake shop. It looks like this may be becoming a café with a roof terrace, but I’m not sure so don’t quote me on that.

And in other news, direct from the hustle and bustle of Horio: the donkey has moved on from outside my terrace, and happy birthday Sue, for yesterday and Brian for today, and Mike for later in the month, and Leda for later too, and… it’s one of those ‘birthday months.’

August last year

Where did that website go then? These things do happen.

Just writing this in advance of the error messages being fixed by those helpful people at the servers… I woke up this morning (Tuesday) to find a coded message of some sort sitting at our home page for Symi Dream, I tried other pages outside of the Wordpress system (the thing that runs the blog) but to no avail. Throwing up my hands and wondering why on earth I bother sometimes, I contacted the server people who saw to the problem as quickly as they could. (I hope, it’s still off line as I write.) So, sorry if you went to view the blog and found a strange message instead, but these things to do happen. Which reminds me of The Phantom of the Opera, ‘these things do happen’ says one of the theatre managers after a piece of scenery has dropped suspiciously onto the Prima Donna. ‘Until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen!’ She complains as she walks out. Well, I'm not walking out, (though I will be out walking later), I’m still here, though not the Prima Dona.

‘Have a sausage.’ That’s another of my favourite lines, this time from a film. (No prizes for guessing but does anyone recognise it?) Watched it last night for the umpteenth time; I could give you a clue which may not help: filmed in Majorca…

As you can see, I am in disjointed mood this morning, too much Bioshock on the Xbox followed by good, classic films on the television. Or maybe it’s the weather. It’s been bad further north, but the wind has died down a little here today, yesterday, late afternoon, the sky turned orange, the cloud cover turned a very strange colour and the air felt warm, the wind was still blowing but a very strange atmosphere prevailed. Luckily it didn’t rain otherwise Symi would be red today. We’re still under a cloud this morning, though it’s a standard grey one and nothing unusual.

Yialos, Symi, yesterday

Well, Ken over in… wherever the servers are for the site, has just emailed back telling me it’s a hard disc problem (sorry, ‘issue,’ he is definitely American), and he is working to get it back to normal. (Later:) The server did in fact have a failed drive, which probably means something to someone. As I write Ken is working hard to get it replaced and will let me know when it’s done. Well, you'll know when it’s done as this will be on the usual page rather than that strange coded message. So, to bring us back to normal I’ve put up some of our general Symi photos, just to cheer me up. Photos including some taken yesterday:

Wednesday
Woke up this morning to find the site back to normal, more or less. Some of the recent photos were not saved from the hard drive crash, so there were some gaps which I filled in – I don’t always keep the photos that I post here, so some may have changed. But at least everything seems to be up and running again and normal service has been resumed…

As it has outside. I went out to have my coffee on the terrace at 7.30, and all was quiet and peaceful as usual. Then, about half an hour later, the car park opposite was suddenly full:

Yesterday, leaving the server problems behind, we went to Yialos to take care of some business things, and to get some bills paid. The Kali Strata is being painted, being given its annual coat of white asvesti, which is a sure sign there will be ‘red’ rain in a few days. It looks spectacular at the moment and, in the sun yesterday, one needed sunglasses to look at it. But back to paying those bills: Always a good feeling when you’ve managed to get bills paid. We celebrated with a giros and a walk back up the steps with some new stock: we will be selling some of Nick Psarros’ photographs in the shop this year, which is something we’re very pleased about. Weren’t too pleased on our return to the village when we found the electricity bill though, but hey ho – ‘these things do happen.’

Look closely, notice anything new?

Good morning from a windy Symi

Well, that was a very pleasant weekend thank you very much. Didn’t actually do much, went out a wandering a couple of times, cooked a roast dinner, looked up some long gone ancestors in Saffron Walden, or possible ancestors at least, watched a couple of films and then got kept awake most of the night by the wind. (Nothing to do with the roast dinner.) It’s blowing something of a gale up here this morning, as it was during the night; the shutters are rattling around, one is in danger of being blown away, the television reception is off, and the phone cables are dancing around in some kind of mad jig. The sea is battleship grey with white highlights and the sky is just one layer of dull grey, though it is still reasonably warm outside. Which is where I am supposed to be going later this morning.

But apart from the howling wind it’s rather quiet, with not very much to report, so I've added in some recent photos here, taken during some of the village walks. Neil is hoping to get to Rhodes this week to stock up on supplies for the shop and see an optician, so I’ll need to check boats and weather, and hope that this wind dies down.

There is a Symi Animal Welfare update on the SAW page here.

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On sale xanax online, It’s actually a bit of a self-promo this, but then the blog is also about the Symi Dream shop and what we sell. This time it’s the return of ‘Symi Dreams’ 10 improvisations inspired by Symi. I wrote these a few years ago and we used to sell them in the shop. But when we sold out, the company I had used was no longer doing what it did, small batched of CDs for a sensible price. Now though, good old Lulu.com are producing music CDs, Compare klonopin and xanax, and I've got a trial copy and all seems fine. So, if you like the music that you hear under some of our Symi videos on YouTube (the quiet piano music ones), then you might be interested in the Symi Dreams Music CD that you can now order direct from Lulu: [Click here]  This isn’t me trying to play Greek music (I've seen the theory and the scales and it would be several years of study before I could do that!), it’s calming, quiet and atmospheric impros from the piano that, hopefully, you will like, and that you can play on your terrace while sipping an early evening ouzo, with something on the barbeque, while looking out across the view to the sparkling sea as the sun sets…

So, if… when you come to Symi this year and call into the shop you should be able to find copies of the new book, the CD, the old book (and other people’s books about living on Symi), Neil’s 2010 calendar, and next year’s one later in the season, his limited edition photographs, hand made cards, other art and photography goodies, and you can also download your digital pics to a CD, get your portrait done, and use any of the other photographic services available.

Enough plugging, on sale xanax online. What else is new. Well, we’ve had a great response to Anne’s blog post and we look forward to receiving others in the future from any writers who want to share their thoughts here. The Alarm Cat continues to improve, though he is rather overdoing the Garfield look when he wants some sympathy; big, round, blue and yellow eyes, croaky meow… And life in the village continues quiet and calm, what is xanax used for. Can’t believe that we’re into the second week of March already. (Happy birthday for tomorrow Sarah!) I must get myself inspired to write some more music, it’s all set up: the piano is connected to the sequencer, the sequencer is connected to the midi, the midi’s connected to the PC, the PC’s connected to the programme, the programme’s connected to the amp, Xanax pink, and hear the word of … You know what I mean. Have a good weekend.

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How to drive eight miles in four weeks

In 1992, my mother and father – neither keen travellers, and both unadventurous by nature – set out on an epic journey from the north of England to Symi in an already elderly Vauxhall Astra. My mother had fond ideas of meandering through the countries of Europe, of long lunches and afternoons spent exploring the cobbled streets and shops of pretty towns. My father put his foot down, both physically and metaphorically, and they made the trip door to door in three days.



I drove that car in Symi for several years. It was one of the first on the island, and, though the driving was never easy and my car couldn’t handle the potholes on the still-unsurfaced road to Panormitis, it got me and George and a very young Will up and down the hills in what seemed luxurious style, cheap xanax bars. The car’s here still, minus number plates, paintwork sun-blasted and dusty, the passenger window missing its glass. It was given to a relative when we left, and he drives it every day to his place of work up in the hills.



When we arrived in Symi, in mid-July, I asked my brother-in-law to ask the relative if we could borrow the car for one day to drive to Panormitis to light candles. The total distance, there and back  – correct me if I’m wrong – would be about eight miles.



Days slipped by. Finally, at the end of our first week, word came. Cheap xanax bars, We could borrow the car the following Sunday, when the relative didn’t have work. I sent word back via my brother-in-law to remind the relative to send us both car keys (last year, we had a false start in a similar endeavour when we managed to get the car and the ignition key in one place, but had no petrol cap key and no petrol. By the time we realised, the relative had, of course, gone fishing). 



Sunday arrived, and with a completely unjustified sense of optimism, I prepared for a Grand Day Out: to Panormitis for candle-lighting and a visit to Will’s Grandma currently lodging at the monastery, research on the drug xanax, on to Marathounda for a cooling swim and a long lunch in the excellent taverna.



But as I swung my knapsack onto my back, my phone rang. No car. The car was spasmenno, broken. A flat tyre. 



I took the bus to Pedi, and with a growing sense that Plan A might not pan out, called at the petrol station to enquire after rental cars. 



“Do you have any cars for rent?” asked I.



The proprietor (that young man who’s such an excellent dancer) looked at me doubtfully.



“Not here,” he said.



“The harbour?” I asked, cheap xanax bars. “What about your office in Yialos?”



Reluctantly, he made a phone call.



“No cars today,” he said, replacing the receiver.



“How about tomorrow?” I asked.



His eyebrows lifted the teensiest bit, as if my question was impertinent but he was too polite to say so.



“I didn’t ask,” he said.



Time slipped by until Thursday, when word reached my ears that the flat tyre had been re-inflated and I could have the car on Friday, as long as Will’s clapped-out moped was left in its place, keys in the ignition, as substitute transport. So on the Thursday evening, George - grim-faced and complaining about being late for work - led me through the village to the relative’s house to collect the car keys.



The relative wasn’t home, though his wife, my niece, was. She made convincing promises: she would be there, keys in hand, the following morning. Will parked his battered moped alongside my old, decrepit car, and I went to sleep looking forward to my day out.



Knapsack on back – though deserted, for some reason, by any sense of optimism – I walked up, the following morning, to the car park. Cheap xanax bars, My old car wasn’t there. At the relative’s house, I knocked for several minutes. My niece wasn’t there either.



Disgruntled and disappointed, Xanax manufacturer, I took the bus to Pedi, where George took the news of the reneged-on deal badly. 



“He’s a ******!” he said. “A total ****. The car was a gift to him, and he won’t lend it, even for one day....”



His rant was interrupted by a troubled-looking Will, who appeared, on foot, at the bend in the road. He brought trouble indeed.



“Someone’s nicked my moped,” he said.



Now George cursed the relative with real enthusiasm, but his anger didn’t help Will, who was very attached to his old moped, and seemed close to tears, cheap xanax bars. He asked George to take him to the police station to report the theft, but George laughed.



“What will you report?” he asked. “No licence, no tax, no insurance, no documents of ownership – what do you expect them to do. The moped’s in bits by now anyway, broken for spares. When I see that **** (expletive in place of relative’s name), I’ll **** his ****** up his **** *****.”



But I know my son.



“Are you sure,” I asked tentatively, “that you’ve had a Really Good Look for your moped?”



Of course he was sure, and I, the boy’s mother, knew nothing about anything, of course; but Will was eventually persuaded to join me on the bus back to the village to have a Really Good Look for the missing moped.
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After that, I gave up on the relative, and my old car. But there are two heroes (well, a hero and a heroine, actually) in this story. One hero was Lakis with the inimitable Symi bus, which is so often (though not always...) there when you need it. And the heroine is Miss Windmill, who on hearing my sorry tale, so kindly offered to lend me her own car, whose imperfections - brakes like wet sponges, iffy clutch and plenty of rattling - mirrored those of my old Astra perfectly. 



So we got to light our candles in the end, buying online xanax, and visited Grandma, and had our Grand Day Out. But only in Symi could it take four weeks to make an eight-mile journey.

 © Anne Zouroudi 2010

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