May 8th Parade part two
A few more photos from Wednesday – there will be more tomorrow (a Sunday bonus!).
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May 8th Parade
May 8th Parade
There was a big parade on Wednesday, May 8th, including the schools, Women’s Institute, army, navy, a band, local politicians, the church, scouts, Red Cross and others. A few hundred people lining the road, the laying of wreaths at the war memorial, a celebratory atmosphere and the sun was shining. Godson #1 was leading the parade, carrying the flag and, of course, I missed him when he passed. I was expecting him further down the line with his class, but he was also hidden by the flag. Ah well, we saw him afterwards looking very smart, and the parade was a joy to watch. I remember the first time I saw the May 8th parade. I’d just started working for Takis Leather in 2003 and was outside the shop when everyone marched past. I remember feeling proud for a reason I couldn’t explain, it was a moving sight to see, it always is, and Wednesday brought the same emotion.
I have a few photos, and they will be on the blog today and for the next couple of days. Pictures painting a thousand words and all that.
Random thoughts
Random thoughts
Wednesday 8th May, and there is a parade and celebration in Yialos today (yesterday). We’re going down to watch because godson #1 is carrying the flag. That’s an honour which, I believe, used to be awarded to the top pupil in the class or year. Now the pupil is chosen at random, I’m told (but still believe the original idea because Godson #1 is very academic). I’ll see if I can get any decent photos.
Also, randomly thinking… I notice that the yUK is going to be taking part in the upcoming EU elections and that the Brexit party is set to do well. At least, that’s what the fake news Mail and other ‘newspapers’ on the right of Atilla are spreading around. It may be true because there are a few sensible, non-Brexit parties but not one cohesive party, so their votes will be spread, and of course, no-one with any self-respect would vote for the two main parties slowly disintegrating around the country’s ears. But my wandering thought was, how stupid it is for anti-Brexit people to vote MEPs into an organisation they don’t believe in or want, and which the country will probably be out of soon anyway. It’s like buying a ferry ticket for a destination you don’t want to go to and on a boat that probably won’t make it there. I know, it’s a protest, but it’s all making for great entertainment over here where the rest of Europe is hiding its laughter behind a look of ‘get on with it.’ Moving on…
Another random thought, slightly related, is my driving licence. If you were following this one a few months ago, you will know that I took my old paper yUK licence into the KEP office to have it changed to a Greek one. I can’t remember exactly when that was, but I think it was early March, about two months ago. A friend called into KEP the other day and while there, asked about progress. Apparently, the process is taking much longer than expected because there are so many people changing their licences, so I should expect to wait another month at least. I don’t intend to use the thing, but you never know, and it is another form of ID.
Yesterday, I was up in time to see the Blue Star come at go at 5.00, taking with it the class of godson #2 (who is really the other godson #1 as they are equally important). The 15/16-year-olds are off to Santorini on a school trip for a few days, and I am assuming the scene inside local houses at 3.30 yesterday morning was something of a trauma for all concerned. Raising a teenager from slumber in time for school at eight is bad enough. Then again, there is a trip involved, and they’ve all worked very hard raising the money, so I doubt anyone got much sleep and, as I write, the teachers are enjoying some peace as their group dozes on the boat, hangs around Rhodes for five hours and then gets on a plane. Actually, I doubt they will get much peace at all, but I can say from experience, Greek school children are among the politest I’ve encountered when travelling. We were in Belgrade one winter and bumped into a large party of Greek teens visiting St Savas’ Cathedral – perfectly behaved. We also met another large group on Kos once, and they couldn’t have been more polite and helpful. Around here, if you walk towards a group of teens ‘hanging out’ after school, you know you’re likely to be greeted with several pleasantries, whereas approach a group of teens in the yUK… Well, you may well want to cross the street. Sorry to generalise, but experience provides the only comparison I can make. I am babbling now so I’ll go and have breakfast.
Yialos in the afternoon
Yialos in the afternoon
It’s not often I am in Yialos in the late afternoon, but on Monday, we had cause to be down there for some business and stopped for a glass of wine afterwards. I was in time to watch the Blue Star leave on its journey back to Athens – or Piraeus, rather. I mentioned the ‘boat to Athens’ to Yiannis the other day and was pointedly reminded that it wasn’t Athens but Piraeus. The fact that the port is the port of Athens and that the centre of the city is only seven or eight stops on the metro doesn’t seem to matter, it’s Piraeus.
I also watched the ‘Spanos’ boat come in on its way to Rhodes and noted how much busier the quayside is already, and it’s only May. Hopefully, that bodes well for the summer to come. The shops and cafes were all open, the tavernas and other business too, and there are plenty of places to sit and watch the world go by. It used to be one of our favourite holiday hobbies when we were here as tourists 21 years ago. We’d spend the day on the beach or walking, mainly walking actually, as we’re not beach holiday kind of people, and be back in the harbour in time for the last of the day trippers to leave. A hush descends on the harbour at that time of day, as if everyone is saying ‘Phew!’, and a different atmosphere is struck. More laid back, quieter and settled and then, around eight in the evening, things pick up again, the lights come on, and people are out and about in their evening finery. At that time of day/night, the harbour glitters.
We didn’t stay that long. We took a cab back up. A couple of new taxi drivers were working, and it’s good to see young people set themselves up in the business. It’s a limited opportunity on Symi, and a good job to get if you don’t mind working long hours and spending some of your time sitting around waiting. Maybe, as the guys are young (we’re talking 20s I guess), they might be more inclined to run a service later into the evening. It can be difficult to find a bus or taxi after eight, nine, ten or even midnight later in the season, and it’s a complaint I hear from many; that there are no late-night taxis and no night bus. Can you imagine the N1 from Yialos to Horio, on the hour every hour, going via Trafalgar Square? No. Obviously not because that was London about 30 years ago. I hate to think what it’s like now. Not like Yialos in the afternoon, that’s for sure.
The week
The week
Ah well, the wind has come and gone but may be back, the sky is white/grey with warm cloud cover, but the sea is calm, and there are no white waves being swept into the harbour as there were on Sunday. I can honestly say I did not set foot outside of the house all day, but I did look out of the window once or twice. I spent a lot of time at my writing desk, as opposed to the computer pod, writing notes longhand, notes which I will never be able to read again. If you think my typing is bad, you should see my handwriting.
This week is shaping up to be a quiet one – famous last words. The 8th May parade is happening on Wednesday, so that will liven up the morning, and I know of a few regular visitors who are arriving this week as the season starts to busy up. May/June and September/October are usually popular months for northern Europeans, while July and August are favoured by the southern Europeans, mainly French and Italian. We’ve already seen several Israeli groups coming over from Rhodes, a few yachts, sailors and gin-palace floating hotels, and have had a couple of walking and painting groups, here to benefit from the mild temperatures we get (usually) at this time of year.
Looking in the diary, my week is dominated by payments; my Microsoft subscription and final payment for my accommodation on Tilos at the end of the month. Luckily, both are saved for and ready to go. I’m heading across the water for the last week of May to do one of my writing retreats; a chance to work all day without only self-induced interruptions, answering the doorbell, watching TV, shopping and so on, and I am staying in the same place as last time, which was, I realise, two years ago… Or was it three? Whatever. I shall be there in a few weeks ready to start on a new story of some sort with lots of background reading on various scandals in Victorian London in the 1880/1890 period. I’m hoping my research books arrive by then, the rest of them that is. I have two on The Cleveland Street Scandal of 1889, one about Victorian crime generally, another that is a collection of writings from a range of observers at the time, both writers and the general public, and a book of Victorian slang. If the two new ones I’ve ordered arrive in time, I will also have books about stately homes; the working of and design of. I might need a larger suitcase. So, plenty of reading for when I am not writing, or having a break in the square. I’m not sure if there will be a blog for that week, we’ll have to wait and see.