I must have worn myself out with my long ramble yesterday, I’ve only got a few more Rhodes photos for you today. I’m actually about to set about the house, scrubbing it up before the annual inspection tomorrow when Mother arrives for two weeks. We also need to prepare the spare room for the nephews who arrive on Monday. I’ll try and keep up the blog as best I can, but if things go a bit dark, you will know why.
Here are a few more day in Rhodes views for you.
I know, it doesn’t seem like a long time but if you know what you’re doing and where you’re going, four hours in Rhodes is just enough. At least, it was for me on Monday. The Blue Star currently runs on a Monday at 10.45 from Symi, arriving in Rhodes at 12.00, and then leaving again at 16:00 and reaching Symi at 17.15, giving me four hours to do what I went to do.
A walk down to the harbour with the boat rounding the headland as I reached the bottom of the zigzag, and a stroll to the new jetty where there were loads of people and cars waiting to leave. The end of August usually means the end of summer Διακοπές for Greek and southern-European visitors. Everyone, it seemed, was heading back to Rhodes for flights, and later heading up to Athens by boat. But the Blue Star is a large ferry, and there was plenty of room. It has a decent amount of things to do as well. There’s a self-service restaurant, an a la carte, several cafes and bars, upstairs seating in the covered deck area and some space out in the sun, plus aeroplane style seats, a large shop, a reception desk, internet and cabins which I’ve not explored yet. Perhaps I will in the winter if we pop up to Athens for a mooch around.
Arriving at a port is a noisy affair. Passengers gather on the car desk ready for the stern ramps to drop down while alarms sound and lights flash. It reminds me of the Lloyd Webber musical, Starlight Express. If you ever saw it in its original form, you might remember the things that happened before each race: flashing lights, barriers rising from the stage, the hiss of pneumatic pumps as the bridge moved and the alarms sounding, plus that awful screeching voice of the ‘child’ off stage who was setting his/her trains up for the contest.
That over with, I walked from the commercial harbour around to Mandraki and the Wind shop 1.5 miles away. I carried my hat at the windier times, not wanting to lose another to the wind and sea. Wind is the name of my mobile provider. It was Telestet once upon a time and later changed its name to Tim. That was rather alarming as, at the time, I was crossing on a ferry from Southampton to France. Halfway across my phone buzzed, and I received a message. ‘Tim welcomes you to France.’ Who on earth is Tim?’ I thought. ‘And how does he know where I am? Bit scary.’ Later still, they changed their name to Wind. ‘Wind welcomes you to France,’ it might be, or perhaps, ‘France welcomes you to wind, depending on what you eat.’
I walked into the Wind shop and was seen straight away, conversed in English (after checking in Greek that it was okay to do so) because my level of Greek hasn’t reached overly-technical yet, and I arranged a contract for my new Smartphone. I was doing this because my pay as you go top up credit was being used up rather voraciously by the data roaming connect to internet function, and I didn’t know how to stop it. I only found out as I waited to get off the boat in Rhodes, making my trip mildly redundant, but as I was there… I set up a contract to cover 1,600 minutes of talk time (I don’t even speak to the husband for that many minutes per month) and 100 messages (ditto) plus a small amount of data. When that runs out, I have the option to top up, but I will not be charged for any further use, as you are with some contracts. And this worked out cheaper than what I usually put on the phone each month, so everyone was happy.
Happier still after lunch by the pool at the Plaza where Agapitos and Costas greeted me in their usual cheery/matey ways which always make me feel like a local. A Caesar salad (€7.00) and a beer (€3.50) later and I was off back to the boat. I arrived there just after three to find it already packed with people. You can board the ferry two hours before sailing, but I reckon some of these people had stayed on since Symi, crossing to Rhodes for the fun of it before heading up north. The journey back went smoothly and quickly, I disembarked amid some of Lloyd Webber’s most elegant music (well, the wail of sirens, so as good as) and walked up the steps to the village and home. All in all, a successful and healthy four hours in Rhodes (and one beer).
I was in Rhodes yesterday, at least, I should have been. Actually, I’m not sure what tense to write this in as it’s currently Sunday last and I am preparing a blog for Tuesday because I won’t have time on Monday. Or, I won’t have had time on Monday. By the time you read this, I will have had to have done some work on Monday morning before heading down to the boat at 10.45. “I will have had to have done.” Perhaps someone reading this who knows can tell me what tense that is – I’m too lazy to get my grammar books out and it’s too early in the morning to figure it out. Anyway…
I found some recent photos showing various ways to get around on Symi, so I thought I’d put those up for today as I couldn’t think of anything else to prepare in advance.
A couple of posters for you today, in case you’re heading this way soon or reading this here. Well, not here-here in my office, but somewhere close by.
The Symi International Film Festival runs within and as part of the Symi Festival, and this is its second year. It begins on the 17th September and runs for the week showing films selected from 150 submitted. It looks like at least 35 are being screened, some shorts, some features, plus a couple of others at an event in the cultural centre, which is detailed on the other poster.
The films at the Film Festival will be shown at the open-air cinema at the sports centre in Horio. If you’re not sure where this is… Take the bus from Yialos or Pedi to the bus stop at Campos in Horio, and then walk a little way along the road as if you were heading out of the village and up the hill. It’s the big red building on your left. Go down the slope and around to the left, you’ll see it when you get there. It’s outside, and there are facilities.
And the other event started yesterday in the cultural centre in Yialos. This is an art exhibition which is open until 9th September. Within that, two films are being screened, one on 30th August and the other on 6th September, both starting at 20.00. The details are on the posters here which should enlarge if you click them.
If you’re not sure where the cultural centre is, it’s in the lane that runs around from Bella Napoli to the right and is on the left along that street. The big double doors will be open anyway, so you can’t miss it.
Here are a few more from the past few days, including one of the back of Michaelis’ delivery truck. Our new cooker arrived yesterday sharing the ride with, among other things, an anchor. The evening photos were taken in Yialos on Thursday night coming back from a lovely dinner in Harani. Have a good weekend.
