Symi photos: Haralambos name day
We’re just back from church as Friday was the name day of Saint Haralambos and Harry (real name Χαράλαμπος ) is our Godson. For more information about this Greek Saint (Χαράλαμπος, not Harry) , see this page at http://www.orthodoxchristian.info As you can see, the name is also spelt Charalambos and that’s because of the pronunciation of the Greek letter Χ , Άγιος Χαράλαμπος is the name in Greek. (And it’s pronounced, HarAlambos, with accent on the second A.)
Άγιος Χαράλαμπος
Friday was a sunny morning so the light was streaming in through the incense. The army and other officials were represented as usual, the icon was paraded and Harry carried one of them, and there were coffee and cakes afterwards, including Jenine’s homemade cupcakes. There were also two surprise visitors from Scotland which made the morning even more special. I was going to stay in tonight, but suddenly we are all going to Giorgio’s – can’t wait! Enjoy the photos, I expect there will be more next week.
Divine light?In churchIn churchIn churchChurch breadIn churchParading the IconPart of the service is held outside while parading the IconDuring the parading of the iconChurch bread waiting to be blessedIncenseChurch doorsCoffee afterwards
Sunny Symi, general chat
A mixed blog today – a couple of frustrations and some good weather. The rain has gone (for now at least), and the sun is out, it’s warmer than recently and calm. I’ve been watching small boats (boats, note – I hit that O key with a vengeance today, like it was the entire yUK government) going about their business in the bay below. Fishing boats coming back after an early morning start, some others whose business it is not mine to know, but no big boats as it’s Thursday as I write. We only have the Friday to Monday catamarans, and the two Blue Star visits each day at the moment.
Off into the sun…
The frustrations? Well, one is my back which has decided to go wrong. Too much sitting at the desk, I fear. It’s fine when I am sitting down but moving around, carrying things and bending awkwardly feels like someone has come up behind and thumped me in the sides. I am tracking down a fixer in Rhodes, a fixer being an osteopath or similar, and I may have to go and make a call next week. Meanwhile, it’s a good excuse not to do anything. Mind you, I’ve just done several hours of typing, been to the shops, done some washing, fed the cat, made the dinner and am about to go for a walk so it can’t be that bad. Stop moaning and get over it! That’s my motto; good old British stiff upper lip eh? Well, not so much ‘Good old Britain’ anymore – and don’t get me started on that. I’m just very glad I don’t live there, that’s all I can say. (I don’t mean my friends or the countrywide or the majority of people, I am talking about the Alt Government you have, and the other right wing elements.)
More reflections for Jenni
To calm the blood, I’ve been looking at holidays in Ireland for next year. Visit the Titanic exhibition and Neil’s mother’s birthplace in Belfast (not historically related), take a train across country, maybe stay in the countryside for a couple of days, check out the west coast, see if there’s a village that’s like Symi in case Greeks kick out the Brits because the Brit-Gov is turning into a Trump… You know the kind of thing. But the other frustration? It’s one of those computer ones.
Remains of an old bread over in a garden wall
I have installed a programme called Grammarly to help me with my hideous typing, spelling, grammar and punctuation skills, or lack of. It works just fine, and I’ve even run this post through it to tidy it up a bit. The downer is that it has made my version of Word revert to US spelling when I paste in from another document. This happened before and I got rid of the problem, but I can’t remember how. I’ve asked the company who made the handy programme what to do about it but meanwhile, I go to check things and suddenly the language bar shows US spelling. I want as little to do with the US at the moment as I do with the yUK so I won’t be standing for that, thank you very much. I’ve changed my settings in the programme to only check yUK spelling, and it still does it. It’s a deeper problem. Anyway… On to the walking part of the day now that the sun is out. Proofing the last 30 chapters of the book can wait but, on that note, the cover designer has done me a second draft which we are just tidying up, and soon you will be able to see it. I bet you can’t wait.
Enough of my blather for now, I’m off into the sunshine while we have it.
The Saddling, an update
I rather wore out all of my weekly words and humour allowance on yesterday’s post so I am running on fumes today, Wednesday, as I look out on a grey and wet day. We’ve had thunder since the early hours (I was up at 5.30 wondering if I should unplug everything) and some heavy rain, which is much needed. The air temperature has warmed to the extent that I can take my socks off while watching the box in the evening. The fire is still on, as are the blanket and layers, but at least the feet are warm. My view today (yesterday) was pretty much like this all day:
Misty, drizzly, thunder, rain, a day for staying inside
Despite the weather interrupting plans (this was to be the week I started on daily walks again) I am quite ‘up’ today – the day after Tuesday. And that’s because I have had some more book cover ideas from my designer. I really want to share them with you but will wait for the agreed final before doing that. They won’t mean much without you knowing what the story is and the back cover is not done yet. Mind you, a book cover should make you want to read the book even if you don’t know the author or the title. My designer, who is in Portugal (isn’t the internet a wonderful thing?) has been very quick and patient with me and will probably have another version back at me in a day or so, so you shouldn’t have to wait long.
Pups on patrol
‘The Saddling’, the next book as I am sure you are bored to distraction by hearing, has been read by only four and a half people so far. The half is because Gwenda is still reading it (hello!) and one of the four is me. So far, and I am not trying to influence Gwenda here, the feedback is that it is the best yet. Mysterious and even creepy in places, dark with a poignant theme, readable, a good handle on dialect, and ultimately makes you think ‘What would I do?’ All of which was good to hear. There were also comments about one particular character with a 50/50 split among the four on the use of said character (again, not wanting to influence Gwenda I won’t say which one) and so I have made some adjustments there as some of the points I did agree with. I’ll leave you today with the current draft of the ‘back blurb’, the text on the back cover of the book, to give you a flavour of how things are coming along.
Harbour reflections
“Their faith was stronger than his reason.”
Tom Carey will inherit his aunt’s fortune only if he unlocks a one-hundred-year-old family mystery. The solution lies in a village on the Romney Marshes which lives willingly under an ancient Lore.
The village is preparing for its ten-year festival but Tom has no idea how deadly his part in that festival will be. Meeting the ethereal Daniel and the earthy, reliable Barry, a gradual realisation of who he is forces Tom to confront a secret of his own.
The villagers set in motion a string of calculated events that will ensure that this will be the last ever ‘Saddling’ and Tom finds himself the unwitting hero in a struggle between superstition and sense, denial and love, with no escape from either.
“Meticulously imagined in the eerie mists of Romney Marsh. A wonderfully evocative landscape of mystery.” Ann Butler Rowlands (Author of ‘Heaven’)
Praise for James Collins: “Comparable with the best of Stephen King.” Charles Allenden
“Very gripping, imaginative read.” Amazon
“He has mastered that technique of forcing you to start the next chapter as you really care what happens to these people.” Derek Stephen
“A real page turner and kept me guessing right to the end.” David Hendry
On typing and typos
Sorry about yesterday’s bat trip (sic). I have this thing about typing, you see. I do it too fast and, even though I read things back a few times, I still miss the obvious when I have written it myself. I expect that’s a common thing among anyone who writes, hence the need for proof readers. I can’t afford one of them for this blog though so, unless it’s a really naughty one, we will just have to excuse them. At least I will. I do wonder, though, what else I have typed incorrectly and not noticed? I wonder if I have ever talked about my bog instead of my blog, or said that a shop or website is easy to sue rather than use? I do hope so.
We all know what that’s doing
Another reason for odd words at the moment (apart from typing at 100 words per minute (no honestly) but only getting about 80% of those words correct and then having to edit at 3 words per minute) is my O. I am waiting for a new keyboard as this one is fair bashed to death. The comma sticks sometimes so I end up with ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and there are a few other keys, including the O, that need to be poked hard to get them to do what they should do. I just imagine my O is Nigel Farage (see photo, above) and I am poking him in the eye. OOOOOOOOOO
Take a photo of me like that again and you’re dead.
I enjoyed that. The new keyboard should be here soon. I ordered it from Germany. Believe it or not, that’s cheaper than going to Rhodes for a new one. They are probably only €30.00 in Rhodes (I have a particular, rather costly, keyboard that I have always used so I like to get the same again) but when you add on the cost of the bats (boats), the taxi, if needed, the lunch, always needed, the afternoon drink or two, a must-have, and the impromptu spending, it does work out cheaper to order in. I looked on Amazon and eBay.co.yUK. but Amazon won’t deliver such things to Greece and eBay didn’t have what I wanted. So, I was very brave and ordered one from Germany, via eBay.de This meant translating every page in an online translator and working out what a Bundespräsidentenstichwahlwiederholungsverschiebung was. But I got there in the end and so I await the new keyboard.
Mind you, if I can type Bundespräsidentenstichwahlwiederholungsverschiebung without a mistake then I’m not doing too badly.
A pleasant view taken n a Monday walk
BTW: I took that word from a website where it was described thus: “deferral of the second iteration of the federal presidential run-off election” so it’s not a word or set of them that I will ever use again.
What’s to do on a Symi holiday?
Just sitting here wondering what to write about and I thought, I know. I’ll make a list of things you can do when on Symi. I’m thinking of people who might be interested in a holiday here but who aren’t sure what to expect. This is not an exhaustive list of course and actually I am only going to walk around the harbour – there is no much more and maybe I will come to that one day soon. Let’s go.
People watching
Let’s image that for some strange reason, you have landed at Nos Beach (the boats don’t come in there, but you can hire jet skis and there are other fun watersports activities on offer). Stop for a coffee or sunbathing there on the ‘town beach’ before heading off around the road towards Yialos. This will take you past several restaurants where you can sit out beside the water and watch the boats coming and going. You’ve also walked through the boatyard so you can see traditional boat building at work; and you might have popped up to one of the many churches to admire the buildings and the views. Leave your bags at one of the hotels, some of the apartments or studios, and then admire the 19th century clock tower while watching the big ferry unload its vans, cars, people, luggage, provisions, livestock and visitors.
Eating out and enjoying the view
Moving on, you’re got a variety of bars and shops to stop at, two banks (on this side) and one of Symi’s famous wood oven bakeries to snack at or by fresh bread from. Have a wander around the town square to see the nautical museum, the town hall, the festival stage, clothes shops, household shops, hairdressers and the garden centre before winding your way into the backstreets. Here you have the ‘Symi Cathedral’, St John’s church, and the doctors, dentists, chandlers, travel agents, tavernas, bars, an ouzeria (what’s the singular? Doesn’t matter, there is more than one), fashion shops, souvenir shops, stationers, computer shops, butchers, off license and delicatessen. There you are back on the harbour-front again for a traditional kafeneion and a view of the taxi boats that can take you to any of the beaches later in the day; if you are not going on a bat trip for the day with lunch included.
Boat watching
More wandering leads you to another bank, a couple of pharmacies, more bars and eateries, the taxis and the bus, a lovely walk up the gentle slope of the main road to the village and to the steps of the Kali Strata, the carpenters and boutique hotels. There are plenty of benches to rest on while you admire the views, you can watch the fishermen bring in their catches, occasionally you can see the divers at work freeing anchor chains and you’re also able to find out Symi information from many shops and visitor businesses, holiday companies and so on, before you check out the status of your boat with the harbour authorities.
Tour groups
You might want to leave your children at the new play park, or sit them safely with a homemade ice-cream somewhere while you do your Lotto tickets and then pick them up to take them for a walk up one of the old donkey paths out of the harbour. Or walk up and over to Nimborio for swimming or just to see the ostriches (are they still here or have they been eaten yet?) and to admire the more rural side of things. And then it’s time for lunch, but where? There is almost too much choice.
Shopping
And so it goes on and we’ve not yet been to Horio, Pedi, Panormitis or into the hinterland where there are load of walks and views. So, if you are thinking of a Symi holiday, rest assured that there will be plenty to do.