I'm a few clowns short of a circus, and unfortunately I've disillusioned myself into thinking I can write. Godspeed.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

I may never drink again

And not because I have an awful hangover or anything cliche like that.

Let's put it this way.. what do bocce, comparing breast sizes with a man and not remembering what it was you said to the guy you liked to make him attempt to drive drunk have in common?

If you guessed that these are all things I did last night while I was drunk, you win a painfully sober night out with me. I'm not taking my chances on that happening again.

No, in all seriousness it was a great keg party -- I'm sure. My recollections of the night fade in and out a lot, although from what I remember, it was fab.

I do have 2 reasons to be proud of myself for maintaining some semblance of self control -- my clothes stayed on the entire night (even my pants!) and I didn't once dance on a table -- I'm pretty sure.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Opportunities

Mom just called and mentioned that the admin assistant at the plant we work at has just put her notice in.

As much as I'm really apprehensive about staying put in the area, I still think I'm going to apply for the position since it's a great company and a good opportunity.

Wish me luck.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Random Thoughts on Wanderlust

I'm having a tough time being back in Canada currently.

Not in the sense that Canada is a terrible place to be (although the weather sucks currently), but just because the part of my brain that switched on when I landed in London hasn't switched off yet.

For example, I'm still on high alert for the maple leaf. I'm at the Beach Boys concert last night at the EnCana Events Centre in Dawson, and I see this guy sitting in front of me with a Canadian flag on the back of his hat. I stood up, paused for a second and sat back down. Mom gives me an odd look and I explain, "I was just about to ask him where he was from". She laughs, but it's the truth. Every time I see a Maple Leaf, a Canadian flag, an Oilers jersey, I have to pause and then remember that I'm back in Canada now, and seeing those things is completely normal and does not give me a reason to approach the wearer and introduce myself. Just imagine how popular I would be if I did?

Ditto for hearing English, recognizing someone I know or hearing a reference to something intrinsically North American (bonus points if it's actually a Canadian reference). I think I'm actually having a harder time making the adjustment here than I did away just because I prepared so much for leaving. I definitely wasn't ready to come home.

There's this huge part of me that stares at my cat with such love, and is pissed off at the part of me that feels a little contempt for her for being the lone thing holding me back from strapping on my pack and doing a Round the World trip, ASAP.

Just to further torture myself, I ordered the movie "A Map for Saturday" today. You can view the trailer here, but from what I've heard, if you have as bad a case of wanderlust as I do (or you think I'm insane, and would like to laugh at other crazy people), you should probably order your own copy.

I like how they introduce the documentary:

On a trip around the world, every day feels like a Saturday.


Because traveling is like that. It could be Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday or Arbor Day and you wouldn't have a clue because unless you have a plane/train/boat to catch on a specific day, it just doesn't matter.

Traveling, if done well, is about being there, in that moment. I can't bring the Roman forum back to Canada with me, but if I try really hard, I can remember being there and experiencing it.

Travel is the single-most freeing thing I've ever experienced in my life.

Maybe I'm an escapist, maybe I'm afraid of responsibility, but ultimately, it's my life, and I want it to be a good one.

Monday, September 22, 2008

NEW 20 Things to do before I Die

I blogged this list way back in August of 2007, and I'm happy to have a few more things to cross off my list now.

Visit Australia.
Ride a (REAL) rollercoaster. (not the little kiddy ones at the Dawson Creek Fall Fair)
Learn to play the piano.
Fly in a Helicopter.
Ride in a limousine on a happy occasion.
Go skinny dipping.
Go skydiving.
Meet Art Alexakis.
Drive a Lamborghini Diablo.
Fly in a plane.
Visit Spain.
Visit Japan.
Visit the Pyramids and the Mayan Ruins.
Learn how to surf (properly).
Own a Clydesdale Horse.
Go to Hawaii.
Get married.
Play in a fountain.
Learn to Levitate (I was like 16!).
Show a dog at Westminster and Crufts the same year.


Since that's 7 things crossed off the list, I decided to ammend it a little to fill the gaps:

Set foot on every continent on Earth.
Visit Australia.
Ride a real rollercoaster.
Go to the top of the Statue of Liberty.
Learn to play the piano.
Go skydiving.
Drive a Lamborghini Diablo.
Visit Japan.
Visit Easter Island.
Learn how to surf.
Run a Marathon.
Own a Clydesdale Horse.
Go Scuba Diving.
See every Wonder of the World still in existence.
Go to Hawaii.
Become fluent in another language.
Meet the Dalai Lama.
Get married.
Show a dog at Westminster and Crufts the same year.
Write a novel.

You'll notice I took 'Learn to Levitate' out of my list... my faith in my own abilities has limits.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Hostel Reviews

I promised a few people that if I got the chance when I got back, I would post reviews of some of the things I saw and places I stayed. Tonight is (obviously) a slow night for me, and taking a break from overhauling mom's website means I have nothing but time.

I figured I would start with hostel reviews, and hopefully I can help some future traveller out with their accomodation decisions.

London: Ashlee House 261-265 Grays Inn Road (King's Cross)
The french girl running the front desk ignored me a lot, but all in all it wasn't a terrible hostel. No A/C which isn't normally an issue in London, except that I was there during the (famous, completely unexpected) heatwave this year, and I just about melted. Try to request a room facing the back of the building -- you lack the view (whatever view you get on a side street in King's Cross) but you miss the traffic noise and the sun shining in during the day.
The bathrooms were decent, although sort of a strange setup since the ladies' is on one floor, and the men's on another. If you're lucky, you'll be staying on the right floor for your loo.
Doors are all coded (and codes are changed frequently) which is great for security. A small social room with a TV, and computers (£1.50 per hour, I believe) provide some opportunities to meet your fellow travellers.
Free breakfast of a few different cereals, bread, tea, coffee and juice. The guy who owns the place is boisterous and good for a laugh, which makes breakfast with strangers a lot less awkward.
The exchange rate is going to suck for any North American or Aussie traveller, but otherwise, it's pretty decent for the price (around £17 per night when I booked).
3 out of 5

Paris: Square Caulaincourt 2 Square Caulaincourt 75018
When I met fellow Canuck, Nathan, in Rome and he told me he was unimpressed with his stay at the Square, I was quite frankly a little surprised. Granted, part of my great experience at this hostel had to do with awesome roommates and a hot french front desk guy, but still.. this is a seriously cute hostel.
The directions for it given on Hostelworld suck (you come off the metro, go up the stairs and.. Keep Walking - 2 Blocks), it's not really central to anything (except the Sacré Cœur , but I'll get to that), but that's part of the joy. It's situated on this quiet little street, and is totally away from all the Parisian hustle and bustle.
The rooms were very sweet and the place had a ton of character (no lift though, just a winding staircase up and down), although the bathroom setup is kind of strange (you walk through the loo to get into the room).
The breakfast was awesome (croissants, brioche, 4 different cereals, hot chocolate, tea, coffee, orange juice, etc), the staff were very accomodating, there are 3 computers with 1/2 an hour free access per day and the only pitfall was the 1am curfew, which didn't affect me in the least since I was in bed already. It is worth a mention however, that the Montmartre and neighbouring Pigalle districts do become red light districts after dark -- Pigalle being mainly straight prostitutes while trannies work the church scene near the Sacré Cœur, so the curfew isn't arbitrary.
It's located about 5 minutes from the Sacré Cœur which is a Cathedral on the butte Montmartre or the highest point on land in Paris (distinguishing itself from the Eiffel Tower's highest point status). I've also read (since staying at the Square) that the famous Moulin Rouge cabaret is located in nearby Pigalle and would be worth a look.
4 out of 5

Lisbon: Lisbon Easy Hostel Rua de São Nicolau, 13, 2E
One of the best hostels I stayed in my entire trip. The staff, the owner and his wife were all wonderful. They offer a free pub crawl (starting with complimentary homemade sangria) if there's enough call for it, which was a great time. Big living room area with movies, satellite and games made it really easy to meet people. Free laundry service (the only drawback is that you have to find your clothing in the pile, since it's communal laundry), free breakfast (typical hostel breakfast of bread, juice, coffee and tea) and free internet. The rooms were nice, airy and had free lockers, and the bathrooms were some of the nicest I saw, although are co-ed.
5 out of 5

Lisbon (third and fourth nights, the Easy was booked solid): Golden Residence Rua de Santa Marta, n.º 45, 4.º Dto
Cute hostel, and the girl working the front desk was just about the nicest person on the planet. The rooms aren't very secure though (small lockers available for valuables), and it's sort of a strange setup. If you ask at the ground floor, they adamantly tell you it's an illegal setup (I didn't ask for specifics), and you don't get a front door key (you knock, or ring the bell when you want in). Free internet (although only one computer), satellite television, and the kitchen is spacious with 2 large fridges and all the kitchenware you could possibly need. Really clean, too!
I think there was a breakfast offered, but I didn't wake up in time either morning.
It is kind of hard to find though. The directions on Hostelworld sort of allude to it being close to the metro stop, but it's actually several blocks down, and the building is not marked at all. I walked past it 5 or 6 times and finally just broke down and found an internet cafe to double check the address before I went inside.
3.5 out of 5

Madrid: Albergue Juvenil Madrid C/ Mejía Lequerica, 21
It's a large youth hostel (under 25), so it's efficient but kind of sterile and impersonal. No kitchen area.. you can use the microwave, but there's nothing else to offer in there. Free internet, but Facebook seemed to blocked on most of them, and the ones that did offer it were almost never free. The laundry facilities were awful -- 2 washers and 2 dryers (in poor repair) and you have to wait forever for the key, and then discover that someone else is still using all the machines. I was up until almost 2 am doing laundry and missed out on sightseeing since I was waiting for the laundry room to free up. There is a common room with DVDs and a pool table, but it's small and there always seemed to be groups of people who already knew each other in there. Also a few stationary bikes if you're into fitness. Ensuite bathrooms in all the rooms were a definite plus, with seperate shower and toilet stalls, so people could use the loo while someone else was showering while someone else was putting on their makeup. They require deposits for EVERYTHING there -- room keys, kitchen keys, common area keys, even locker keys.
2 out of 5

Seville: Friends Backpackers C/ Sanchez Bedoya 13
The front desk girl came across as a bit surly, but I think that's just because english isn't her first (or even second, possibly third) language, so there is a lot of miscommunication.
A really cute hostel with pretty tapestries, curtains and wall hangings -- very Bohemian. It's on the smaller end of the scale, but it's very clean and the rooms are nice and cool. There are lockers for both your luggage, as well as small lockers for passports, cash and jewelry which I thought was a great idea. Very nice bathrooms.
The breakfast was a little sparce with some bread, milk, juice and sometimes ham on offer, but get there quick because about 1/2 an hour before breakfast ends, if the food is gone (and it probably will be) you're shit out of luck because they won't restock any of it.
The biggest drawback was that although there was a computer on every floor, only one was actually working and online, so the wait time for that got to be a bit much. It wasn't unusual to come home from the clubs at 3 am and still have people waiting to check their emails or book their next hostel.
Cool roof terrace, and I met some great people at this hostel.
3 out of 5

Granada: Rambutan Guesthouse Verea Enmedio Baja 28
Y'know I hate to write a bad review about this place because it has a ton of potential -- I just had a crappy experience. It's very personal and very close knit, but if you don't jive with the rest of the guests well your stay will be hell because there's nowhere to escape to. The room I was staying in was enroute to another room, the kitchen, the bathroom and the laundry, so I always had people going through there. Plus the common area was right outside my door so in order to leave you have to step over and around everyone sitting outside mingling. Awesome view of the Alhambra though.. you couldn't ask for better. Beer and wine on offer for a nominal price, cheap breakfast and dinner, free internet (only one PC though). All I saw were 2 bathrooms, and although I had no problem, that's not to say that there wouldn't be long lineups in the morning or after a day of sightseeing.
I really don't feel comfortable giving this hostel a rating though. Give it a try if you'd like.

Granada: Oasis Backpacker's Hostel Placeta Correo Viejo, 3
Oasis is a chain of 3 hostels (Lisbon, Seville and Granada) and they do hostels well! There is a large kitchen, several common areas (roof terrace, ground floor terrace with ping pong table, dining room area, sitting room and bar) and the rooms were great! They all had little mini fridges, counter areas, windows with window seats and ensuite bathrooms. There are 3 computers for guest use, a great little bar where you claim your free welcome drink and all the information on Granada you could ask for.
It's a little difficult to find though, since it's literally up a tiny Arabic tea street (essentially a small uphill alley with vendors and tea shops on either side). There's signage but be alert! I walked past the signs a few times without even being aware and probably missed my chance to stay there instead of the Rambutan my first night in Granada.
It's nice and central to the Plaza Nueva, shopping areas and about 15 minutes on foot to the Alhambra.
Just a quick note that evidently the Oasis in Sevilla even has a pool! Wish I'd known about that, although I would have missed meeting some great people at Friends.
4 out of 5

Almeria: Instalacion Juvenil Almeria C/ Isla De Fuerteventura S/N
I bought a Hostelling International membership before my trip because I knew that I would gain the purchase price of it back just booking my Greyhound trip to Calgary (the big Grey dog offers hostelling discounts), and this was the first time I really used it for it's purpose. Needless to say, you either need to have an HI membership, or they charge you a fee (If I remember correctly, it was in the area of €4).
I do NOT recommend this hostel. I'm sure there are others in Almeria, but unfortunately Johann (my South African compadre) and I did this trip completely spur of the moment, and I just managed to grab the address and phone number of this hostel on my way out the door in Granada.
There were little bugs (I think they were ants) in our bathroom, the AC was on the fritz (which made the room unbearably hot), weird people (some guy walked around moaning in the lobby almost everytime we were there), and the grouchy front desk guy actually told us they were booked initially until we managed to break out the small bit of Spanish we had between the 2 of us. No pity for the poor, tired, sweaty travellers.
It's not a social hostel(there was a small social area with one tiny TV and some uncomfortable looking couches) and was very sterile and lacking character.
The only saving grace was the big complimentary continental breakfast. It went above and beyond typical hostel fare, although not by enough to rescue it completely.
If you're going to Almeria and can't find another hostel besides this one, I'd suggest splurging on a hotel room instead.
1 out of 5


Barcelona: Alberg Pere Tarres Numancia 149-151
Another HI hostel, although strangely not really, since they don't seem to offer a discount with the card. That being said, though, I sort of get the impression that all HI hostels are on the large and impersonal side, since this was very much that.
It's clean (although admittedly the shower took on a funny smell after use) and offers a lovely open air terrace and free internet, but it wasn't quite enough to sell me on it.
Ensuite bathrooms, personal lockers and good central air, although the rooms are sort of dark and gloomy. No knives in the kitchen unless you brought your own (luckily the lovely Maeve was more prepared than I) and just 2 burners makes it difficult to prepare a meal. There is a restaurant inside the hostel, but I didn't take the opportunity to try it, so I can't comment.
Free breakfast is offered, with 2 types of cereal, bread, lots of drink options, some sandwich meat and your choice of either a croissant or a brioche (not both!).
I can't say I was terribly impressed, but I wasn't UNimpressed either. It's decent and only about a 15 minute walk from Sants station, so is a good option if you have a train to catch out of BCN from there, with connections to all the metro lines.
3 out of 5

Biassa, Italy (Cinque Terre): Ostello Tramonti Via Fabio Filzi 110
First and foremost, the biggest pain in the ass about this hostel is the fact that it's way up in the mountains in Biassa overlooking the La Spezia townsite. You HAVE to take a bus going up to Biassa (or taxi if you're feeling affluent) because the walk might kill you. This is not a pleasant little trek, it's seriously all the way uphill with switchbacks and crazy Italians in Peugots and on Vespas whipping by at death defying speeds. You can buy tickets at the tobacco shop in the train station. Do it.. Don't be a hero.
Secondly, don't stay in Biassa. I was told not to stay at the hostel in Cinque Terre listed on Hostelworld (that would be the Ostello Cinque Terre in Manarola, which I can't vouch for at all) for various reasons, and this hostel was given as another choice by someone who stayed there.
The hostel itself isn't bad. It's quiet, clean, the bathrooms only had lines first thing in the morning and the owner, although surly to me at first, can be quite warm and helpful.
Remember the old adage, "Location, Location, Location"? It's never been more true than with Ostello Tramonti. Biassa is a cute picturesque Italian village. Biassa also has the world's most annoying clock tower which chimes to indicate the time (thus 7 chimes for 7 and so on) and then proceeds to chime every 15 minutes to indicate quarter and half hours. This is fine in the evening, it's actually almost sort of romantic, but at 6, 7, 8 in the morning... given a gun, I would have killed that clock.
Biassa is also a sleepy little town. All day Sunday you will find exactly 2 businesses open -- rival pizzerias. If I was still a smoker, I would have cried since my nearest source of tobacco on a Sunday is a €1.20 bus ticket away in La Spezia.
The buses from the villages of Cinque Terre only run to Biassa until 10:30pm, and the bus from La Spezia to Biassa stops at 8:30pm, so you're stranded in those places after those times. Make sure you get back before 1, because that's the curfew and you'll be locked out if you arrive after that.
You'll also find that the lockout period, which runs from 11 to 3, means you will be stuck in Biassa for an hour until the next bus comes if you leave right as it begins.
My recommendation would be to find accomodation in one of the 5 villages via an online search, or to get into La Spezia at a decent time of day, and to take the train to one of the 5 villages and look for accomodation there if you're not arriving right in the middle of high season.
2 out of 5

Florence: Florence Youth Hostel Via XXVII Aprile 4
Magdalena, the Polish front desk girl, was awesome here. She's so friendly and so helpful that I would recommend this hostel based on her alone. When you claim your free drink upon arrival, sit and chat with her for a few to get some ideas about what to see and do in Florence.
The hostel itself is located about a 15 minute walk from the SMN station in Florence, and close to a wide array of restaurants, cybercafes, shops and espresso places. It's located in an apartment building, but all the residents seemed quite nice and didn't mind all the crazy young people running in and out at all hours of the night.
The rooms are simple (and no central air unfortunately), but sufficient and the view is quite nice from the window.
The bathrooms are a little small and there's no breakfast on offer (free tea or coffee though). No computer terminal either, although there is WiFi throughout. No real common area, which kind of sucks, but Magdalena was again very helpful to solo travellers looking to make connections.
There is a lockout period from 10:30 to 2.
3 out 5

Rome: Freestyle Hostel Via Principe Amadeo 132
Freestyle... In my Pants. Sorry, temporary lapse.
When I read the reviews for this hostel on Hostelworld, I got the impression it wasn't a party hostel at all. I was fine with that, because often you don't feel like joining the hedonism crowd EVERY night anyway, so I booked it. Oh dear.
To be fair, I totally initiated the craziness the first night. After 3 nights of almost no sleep in Florence, I suggested to my new roommates at Freestyle that we join the Spanish Steps Pub Crawl. After drinking contests with Irishmen, playing in fountains and losing my pants and following the air traffic controller from Fort Nelson around Rome in my t-shirt and panties, I needed some rest the following night.
No dice. One night we came home to 30 people playing drinking games in our room, and every night beyond that ended in people taking cheap wine to this plaza or that plaza.
As for the hostel itself.. great air-conditioning, free internet (2 terminals), very cozy and easy to meet people, but 2 bathrooms for 25+ people is a bit overkill. The lineup can take FOREVER, and you MUST request hot water ahead of time for a shower, otherwise be prepared to feel like a polar bear.
It's less than 10 minutes from Termini, which means you're in sort of a dodgy neighbourhood, but are uber close to the train station for connections, or just to catch the Metro around Rome.
The owner Kumar is hilarious and will totally crack you up when he comes in around dinnertime. Tito, the night guy, is super sweet and puts up with far too much. He's a great guy though, so if you stay here, try to cut him some slack.
Free breakfast (toast, cereal, drinks, etc) and FREE pasta, salad and wine for dinner which is great for the budget, especially since everyone always drinks and spends far too much in Roma.
Just a word to the wise.. do not hang out outside of the hostel making noise past 11. You will either be peed on or have an egg thrown at you. Nothing personal, but Romans like their sleep, too.
There is a lockout from 11 to 4.
3 out of 5

Athens: Pagration Youth Hostel 75 Damareos Str. (Pagrati)
It's always nice to chat with fellow Canucks on the road, so imagine my happiness when I discovered that Scott, the guy running the hostel, is from Vancouver. We caught up on all things Canadian, had a really strange chat about penile implants and ate figs. Sadly, Scott is just there temporarily, so you might end up with someone less funny and welcoming, but hopefully whoever replaces him will be as easygoing as he was.
You DO have to pay for hot water here, though, which was a major drawback. It's 50 cents for 7 minutes, and you NEED hot water unless you're ok with arctic temperatures to shower in.
Not a party hostel at all, since the neighbourhood has strict noise bylaws, but it's a quiet place and great to get caught up on sleep (I was horribly hungover when I got there).
For the price (€15 a night), it's a bargain.
2.5 out of 5

Fira, Santorini Santorini Hostel Kykladonisia Fira Traditional Settlement
Andreas, the manager here, was awesome! If it weren't for him I think my stay in Santorini would have been crap since I got there after high season, and my pickings for people to socialize with were slim.
That being said, this hostel had it's merits.. a cute kitten to cuddle with, a decent pool, sundeck, open air terrace, free internet (only one terminal, although Wi-Fi on the terrace), bar fridges in all the rooms and huge bathrooms. However, the rooms were kind of cramped, especially in my 6 person dorm.
Breakfast CAN be included in the price (mine was, because I'm apparently a 'nice girl'), but as a rule it generally wasn't, and there's no way I would have paid the extra $5 each morning for the tea, coffee, juice, bread and cake.
The biggest downfall is the lack of transfers to and from Fira. While most other hotels are clamboring for your business at the port, Kykladonisia is nowhere to be found leaving you to fend for yourself. You can catch a bus up to Fira (costs €1.50 and takes about 10 minutes), or you could try hitching a ride with another hotel on the premise of going to 'see' the rooms they are offering (not sure if they would charge you for the ride if you declined, though). Getting back is about the same, although be sure to check the bus schedules ahead of time. I didn't, discovered the bus stopped running to port 1/2 an hour prior and found myself paying €15 for a SHARED taxi to the port, all the while worried about my bag that the driver had nonchalantly strapped to the roof of the cab.
3.5 out of 5

Chora, Ios: Francesco's
Now THIS is a party hostel. Not only do they welcome you with a complimentary shot, but there's a fully functioning bar right off the terrace where everybody starts drinking around 8 or so (or all day, whatever you want to do). About midnight they corral all the guests on the terrace and take you out to the club that Francesco owns, called the Bluenote where the cocktails are 2 for 1 and the music is loud.
Breakfast isn't free, but items on the menu aren't too badly priced and are good portion sizes. Pass on the fresh squeezed orange juice though.. it's overpriced, unsweetened and tasted like bitter grapefruit juice.
The rooms are no great shakes, but optimally you won't be spending much time in yours anyway. The village is just down the stairs, view of the sunset from the terrace can't be beat, and the pool, which opens at 4 pm, is right down the hall.
I wish they had free internet, though. Internet is uber expensive on Ios, and it's no exception here.. €1 per 15 minutes.
Free transfers to and from the port, just email ahead for pickup from, and let them know a day in advance for transport to.
3.5 out of 5

Naxos: Soula Hotel St. Georgios Beach
For €10 a night I got a bed in a 4 person dorm with a small terrace, ensuite bathroom and kitchenette (2 burners, bar fridge, sink, dishes and cookware). It was by no means extravagant, but I could cook my own meals in peace, have a nice long shower and a decent sleep. The biggest drawback is that you have to pay €6 a night for AC. My roommates apparently didn't feel like splurging and neither did I, so we went without, but our room was in the basement anyway, so it stayed pretty cool.
Literally 60 feet from the beach.
Free transfers from the port -- you can email ahead or take your chances and hope the bus to the hotel is there (it probably will be).
Free internet in the lobby, breakfast is €5 extra, but I didn't stick around for it so can't comment.
A bargain for the price. Was nice and quiet, but not very social. I had a few guys in my room, but we all came back late and slept instead of socializing.
3 out of 5.

Naoussa, Paros: Camping Naoussa Near Naoussa Town
This place is going to make a killing someday. For €9 a night, you get your own tent, sleeping bag and mat in this neat little campground. It's about a minute walk to the beach, there's always hot water in the showers, a little kitchen area with a fridge, a dining area, a restaurant, a mini market and a bar. It was the off season when I got there, but the owner was friendly as all get out (even invited me to join his family for some wine and conversation later) and it made my night there a lot easier.
There is a shuttle that can pick you up from the port and bring you here, and it usually greets every boat coming in, so that's a good option. I rented a little 50cc quad from a rental agency in Parikia (the port town on Paros) and drove myself there, which took about 15 minutes. There's a bus that goes to Naoussa, too, but I wouldn't recommend it, since the campground is a bit of a walk from the townsite.
No breakfast on offer, but for less than €10, who cares?
4 out of 5.

Athens: Athen Style Hostel Agias Theklas N°10 (Monastiraki)
Thank God for Aussies with a sense of humor. Since I already posted a blog about my debacle the second time I was in Athens, I won't repeat myself, but suffice it to say that the Aussie front desk guy earned his paycheque the night I checked in and I'm happy with the service I recieved and grateful for help out of the lift.
That being said, the lift is screwed here.. you get in one side and out the other.. it makes about as much sense as, well, something that makes no sense at all (metaphors and I are not friends tonight). It's tiny, too. My backpack and I learned several things about each other that I've sworn I will keep private, but the point is, if you have a massive suitcase, have fun.
The roof terrace has an amazing view of the Acropolis, and is enjoyed just that bit more with a cheap bottle of Mythos from the terrace bar.
Being that it has an amazing view, you should also be aware that the Acropolis is completely within walking distance. In fact, across the main street and just down from the Applebees (yes, seriously, an Applebees in Athens) you will see a wall, and that is the start of the Ancient Agora at the foot of the hill.. it's that close.
Unfortunately, Monastiraki IS kind of a sketchy neighbourhood. Although I had no problems, my lovely Greek savior, Zaous, felt it was unsafe enough to walk me to the door of the hostel. And no, he wasn't just propping me up.
We were also warned about pickpockets and muggers at night, so be cautious.
The rooms are pretty standard, however mine hosted something of an unusual (and yet convenient) addition in the form of an extra shower outside of the bathroom (there's one in the bathroom, too). Very handy.
4.5 out of 5

It should be noted that without the use of websites like Hostelworld, Gomio and Hostelbookers, my reviews would be much more like:

The ambience outside the Starbucks in XYZ city left much to be desired. There was a funky smell (probably the garbage of decaying Blondies and old coffee in the dumpster beside me) that permeated the air, and my bed of old newspapers definitely could have been cushier.


Viva La Internet!

Monday, September 15, 2008

Canada -- is it REALLY better on Top... eh?

Sorry that I've lapsed and not updated in a few days, but dealing with, 1) Jet Lag, 2) Building Dad's ginormous shop and 3) The loss of a family pet, has taken a lot out of me.

In any case, a quick update...

I made it into Calgary at about 4:30 in the afternoon on Thursday.

Was seated next to a lovely couple from Rocky Mountain House and talked about the merits of being a young, female solo traveller with the female half. She has a daughter who is teaching in Egypt right now, and if anything, it has made me even more driven to live abroad. The world outside your door is such a fascinating place.

Caught a city bus, then another city bus, and then another city bus in downtown Calgary and made it to the Greyhound depot at about quarter to 7, which was perfect since my bus left at 8.

I know I said I was really apprehensive about taking the bus after the beheading incident back in July, but honestly, I was too broke to care anymore.

In any case, Greyhound now does a cursory search of your hand luggage before you board the bus, so it did a little more my sense of security, although admittedly, I was too tired to really care.

I set my duffel up like a body pillow and fell dead asleep until Edmonton.

We switched buses there, and I got off and went out into the terminal.

I spent 4 and a half years living in E-town, taking the Greyhound about twice a year to numerous destinations and the last 2 months in Western Europe, and I can say that honestly, in the Greyhound station in downtown Edmonton, was one of the only times on this trip I seriously felt insecure and a little scared for my life.

Whatever happened to the Rent-a-Cops in that depot, I may never know, but I do know that around a quarter of the passengers in there were under the influence of something, and than I got hit up for change/cigarettes 3 times, and cursed at for not supplying one of the above once in a scant 15 minutes.

When the fuck did Edmonton become that dodgy?

Went back to sleep on the bus headed for Dawson, and one of the plus points of having many people too afraid to travel on the Greyhound is that buses are now half empty, which means that not once did I have to relinquish my seat space to someone else.

Got another few hours of (almost) uninterrupted sleep until Grande Prairie, called dad to wake him up, and pulled into the Demmit Fas Gas at 10 to 6 local time.

Spent the day unpacking, handing out gifts and picked up the cat from the boarding kennel. She pretty well hasn't left my side since. Her doing, not mine.

Now, I'm busy coping with a case of mystery hives and researching moving to Spain, because I'm serious about this for once.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

A Good Dog

I took this picture 7 years ago in a Photography course. If I remember correctly, it was one of my first 'test' shots with my camera. Our 'Golden Girls' were both such hams that it makes sense that they'd have starring roles in that roll of film. 'Dandy' in particular appears in over 50% of the pictures I took in that course, and actually earned me an 'A' with one particularly poignant shot (which I'm sure is still hiding in a box upstairs somewhere).

It is with a heavy heart that I announce her passing today.

'Dandy'
June 6, 2000 - September 13, 2008

I guess in some respects it makes me glad that I was home in order to say my goodbyes, and in others...

Goodbye, Sweetie.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Flight Delays

I know I laugh and joke about the fact that I'm flying home on September 11th, but I didn't even take into consideration that Gatwick would be absolutely swarming with armed guards today.

Yep, big burly men with automatic weapons are literally every 6 feet as you enter the airport. Bomb detection dogs are sniffing everyone's luggage as they come in and I feel a little nervous and out of sorts...

Especially since my flight is delayed by 3 hours and 20 minutes currently, so I'm entertaining myself by whatever means possible until I can board, and figured I would write a quick update.

FYI, Gatwick is quite boring.

The next time I update I'll be jetlagged. I apologize in advance since I'll probably forget at the time.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

London Forecast: Rain.. Surprised?

Well, being hungover in Athens was a good lesson for me.

I spent the entire day in the hot sun with vast amounts of water and I sweated it out.

Saw the Acropolis, and then wandered down the Ancient Agora where a Greek guy followed me around for about an hour, pretending he wasn't following me around.

Finally he called out to me, told me his name was Yannis (aren't they all? Anglicized it would be similar to John) and asked if I wanted to go out for coffee.

Since I wasn't feeling up to coffee and wondered why he followed me around the Agora for an hour before he bothered asking me out, I made some long drawn out story about how I was meeting friends and didn't know Athens well enough to commit to anything and since I was mobile-less... well, he got the idea.

I didn't ever admit to being a good liar, and everyone knows I have trouble getting to the point, so he stopped me, shook my hand and went and stared at me from behind a tree while I walked away.

Bizarre.

Since it was getting later (and darker), the Agora was becoming more secluded and stalker boy didn't appear to be moving from his perch, I decided to cut my losses and wander back to the hostel to pack up my things for my flight the next day.

Stopped on a little market street and picked up some Ouzo, Metaxa and Halva for gifts, and then packed up everything as best I could and decided to go find some food.

Grabbed a smoothie and a turkey sandwich from the supermarket, and people watched for bit.

When I got back to the hostel, the Aussie who had been ever so patient with drunken and disorderly me the night prior was waiting for the lift.. the one he rescued me from.

I hid my face and muttered, "I am so sorry", and he turned and started laughing.

"No worries", he says.

"Are you feeling any better?"

I shake my head and explain my theory on why Athens is the worst city in the world to be hungover in, and he laughs and talks me into coming upstairs to have a beer in the terrace bar for happy hour.

So I went, because the concept of 'hair of the dog' seemed mildly appealing, and amazingly it worked.

Hung out with 3 Americans who were all traveling solo, and an Aussie couple joined us after a few.

In case you're interested, the name of my hostel is Athens Style and I highly recommend it, if for nothing else than the awesome view of the Acropolis lit up at night from the terrace bar. (I do intend to review all the hostels I stayed at when I get home and have a chance to)

I got into a conversation about my pending trip to South America next year, and Josh, one of the Americans started telling me about Peruvian food. The conversation became so animated that we literally talked ourselves into being hungry, so we went out and found ourselves Gyros and more beer.

Got back at near midnight and passed out cold.

My alarm went off at nine the next morning, so I had a shower, found a computer and confirmed the phone number of Ania, the lovely Australian girl I met in Florence who offered me a place to stay in London, and hopped the train to the airport.

The concept of public transport to the airport is something I wish Edmonton would look into already. It cost me 6 Euros and 45 minutes of my time to travel 20km outside of the city to the airport. This, as opposed to $50 and AN HOUR of my time spent with a cabbie who doesn't speak much English to travel 17km. Think about it city council?

In any case, I got to the airport in one piece, checked in, and then sat for almost 2 hours as my flight to London was extremely delayed.

Nodded in and out of consciousness for most of the flight, coming to for long enough to smile and ooh at the Austrian alps, and then struggled with ears that wouldn't quite pop on the descent into the UK.

My flight was supposed to arrive at Gatwick at quarter past 2, but it didn't actually arrive until quarter to 4, so by the time I had got my luggage sorted, made me way through another inquisitive customs agent (they are SO tough getting into the UK) and got myself a train ticket to London Victoria, it was after 4, and I was due to meet Ania at King's Cross/St. Pancras at 5.

Ahh. Run.

Made it to St. Pancras at quarter past 5 and looked everywhere for Ania, who was nowhere to be found.

Found a payphone and finally got through to her mobile and hopped the tube to Liverpool Street to meet up with her.

Dropped my bags at her place and we went out to get a cocktail and a burger so we could catch each other up on what happened after we left each other in Florence, especially since the last time we saw each other, I was going for a walk with 2 cute Albanians and she was sitting with 4 cute Americans. Teehee.

As a side-note, the last time I was in London it was beautiful, sunny and warm. This time.. well, typical London. I was happy when the pilot told us the forecast was for overcast but warm when we were leaving Athens, but it turns out meteorologists around the world are just playing the guessing game because it was pouring here and I got to use my rainjacket for the second time since I hit Europe.

Called mom to quickly let her know I'm ok, and that I'll call more from Calgary when I get in, and we went back to Ania's flat to sleep.

Ania's at work today and I've been bumming around her flat all morning eating Jaffa Cakes and drinking tea. Need to go hop in the shower and then head to the Tate, since that's one of the only things I missed last turn in London.

I fly out tomorrow, and I'm having mixed feelings. On one hand, I'm so broke I can hardly pay attention (Hello Mastercard!) and on the other, I really wish I had just stayed and worked in the Cyclades for a few weeks just so I had the money to extend my stay for a little bit.

This trip has been the single best experience of my life up to date. Fuck, I'm going to miss Europe.

Monday, September 08, 2008

In Greece they have Good Captains

Why the hell am I always hungover in Athens?

I know you're thinking to yourself, "Probably because you drink too much, you GD lush!", but the reality is that on this trip I have only been hungover twice.

Both times in noisy, dirty, chaotic and VERY HOT Athens - my vote for worst city in the world to be hungover in.

Right now, I should be on top of the Acropolis snapping pictures in the midday heat, but the idea of sitting in a cool basement writing a blog entry seemed like a much better option. Go figure, right?

My last day of news is as follows:

Had a brilliant stroke of good luck when I got back to Parikía from Dryos where I was using the computer yesterday... turned down a random street and ended up right back at the rental place. No problems.

The guy at the rental place was trying to talk me into the idea of taking home a "Greek Souvenir". Little did I know the souvenir he had in mind was his 25 year old nephew Dimitri.

The guy wanted Dimitri to take me out for a drink before my ferry sailed, but since Dimitri spoke very limited English and wasn't really my type, I thanked him for his offer and headed to the middle of Parikía to sit on my backpack for a few hours instead.

Got on the ferry at 5 pm and set out towards Piraeus, with an extimated time of arrival of about 11:30 at night.

Mother Nature obviously had other ideas. About an hour off the shore of Paros, the winds started to kick up and waves started to crash into the side of the boat.

I continued reading my book, oblivious to the weather.

It wasn't until my book got ripped out of my hands and flew right into the back of a Greek guy's head in the row ahead of me that I chose to look around at the mayhem of scared looking tourists and swirling garbage.

The Greek brought my book back to me, introduced himself as Zaous and explained that the wind is completely natural going back to Piraeus, because we're travelling against the strong north wind.

Feeling better, but not sufficiently ok, I cracked my bottle of cheap Santorini wine, mixed it with some orange Fanta and settled in for a long ride.

Tried 7 times to land on the island of Tinos due to the almost gale force winds hitting us by that point, and we resigned ourselves to a very delayed landing in Piraeus.

Which bring me back to the title of this entry... the captain could have moored on the dock, but it would have knocked everyone not sitting in a secured seat on their hind ends. Since I was almost completely pissed by that point, I wish I could have thanked him for not doing that, since I probably would have been tossed overboard.

My Greek compadre explains all this to me, and I smile while thinking about the thoughtful ferryboat captain.

"In Greece they have good Captains", I smile dreamily.

Zaous just about wets himself, he's laughing so hard.

We finally land, drop some people, pick some people up and set sail for our final destination.. the mainland.

A voice comes on the loudspeaker, and Zaous strains to hear the words.

"They expect us to arrive in Athens at about 2, maybe 2:30", he says with a scowl.

"Oh well", I say, emptying the last of my cheap wine into my cup.

"Fuck It", Zaous says to me. "Do you ever use that phrase in Canada?"

"Hell yes", I say, "I think we might have invented it.

He goes downstairs and comes back with 2 of the small bottles of wine that they sell on ferries, and a few glasses.

We talk a cute little gay Greek into joining us, and we all proceed to get tanked and have the best conversation that 3 total strangers can have on a boat in the middle of the Aegean.

We arrived in Piraeus at 2:30, and Zaous says goodbye, as does Ioannis, the little gay Greek.

I stumble out with the enormous backpack from hell and realize.. I don't have a fucking clue where I'm going.

It's nearing 3 in the morning, and I have a hostel booked in Monasteraki, the name and address of which I cannot recall, and the metro lines are all closed. Shit.

So I cried for a bit because, hey, it's really scary being in a foreign country with no idea of where to go, and this young scruffy looking guy wanders over and asks me in broken English if I'm ok.

I pour my heart out to him, and he mentions something about going to a Starbucks.

In retrospect, I realize he was probably homeless and he was probably telling me we could go SLEEP outside the Starbucks, but lacking for a better plan, I followed him until I hear someone calling my name.

Zaous is standing on the side of the road looking completely confused to see this drunken Canadian wandering along having an involving conversation with a bum, so he wanders over, leads me gently back to the car where his wife is waiting, and they drive me to my hostel. I can't even explain how we found it except that I recalled a few landmarks mentioned in the directions from when I booked it, and I have a horseshoe up my ass.

Got stuck in the lift and the Aussie receptionist at the hostel had to rescue me, so I'm happy I've made a good impression on him at least.

Passed out and that brings me to the present.

I love the Greeks.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Paros and the Bumblebee

I realize that I completely skipped over Naxos, but internet cafes are becoming a bit of a rarity lately so I'll do a quick rehash.

Naxos was very low-key, I checked into my hostel and went to the beach for a quick swim and some sun time.

Grabbed some groceries from the market and went back to my hostel to make a quick dinner (one cannot live on Gyros alone.. even at 2 Euros each), then I walked downtown and caught sight of a sign that was a sign.

That sounds bizarre, I know, but the truth is I've been talking about doing just what this sign was telling me to do since at least Barcelona, maybe before. Although I distinctly remember talking with Maeve about this in BCN.

So I went and saw Mamma Mia in Greece. In an open air theatre.

And I drank my watermelon Breezers and I sang along with all the ABBA goodness and I reflected on the fact that right now, my life is too fucking cool.

Onto Paros, so I caught the noon ferry and ran into 2 couples from Vernon. We passed the time by reminiscing about home, since they'd been on the road just about as long as I had. The one lady had worked in Fort Nelson and Dawson Creek for years, and had just sold her second home in Dawson, so we chatted about life in the north country and the sad fact that I am very soon returning to it. Of course this conversation was done in the warm Greek sunshine on the Aegean, so I was doubly depressed.

Landed on Paros, said my goodbyes and hauled my butt and my enormous backpack (which may explode before I arrive home) down the street to grab some lunch. Gyros, of course. As if there was any other option.

I was standing there, attempting not to get the juice all over me (have already tossed one pair of shorts and 2 shirts due to the dreaded "Gyro's Juice", or grease as it's known in other parts of the world) and I saw this girl drive by on one of the thousands of little quads rented out in the Cyclades every year.

So I found myself a quad. She's yellow, and she's not very fast and she sort of sounds like a bumblebee.. and thus I named her the Bumblebee.

The Greek owner hit on me for a bit, even going so far as shoving his mobile in my hand so he could call me to show me around, so I tied my luggage on and made my escape as fast as I could to Naoussa (which is about 10 km from Paroikia, the port town) where I had decided I was going to look for a place to stay.

Cruised down the main drag and then followed the signs up to Naoussa, where I saw a sign for "Naoussa Camping".

Score.

I've been bitching about not getting to camp all summer (despite the fact that I am backpacking around Europe, which I'm sure most of you are ready to growl at me as you bludgeon me with your tent pegs), so I pulled in, paid the paltry €9 to rent my spot, a tent, sleeping bag and pad, and set up camp.

Which took about a minute.

So I pulled on my swimsuit, drove up to Santa Maria - which is just about as far north as you can get on Paros - and drank a Corona while I stared at the beautiful people cavorting on the sand.

Yeah, despite my gorgeous tan, I still don't feel confident enough to play on a the beach like a sandy Playboy Bunny.

I kept driving and found my own little private beach, much like horny Cal the New Yorker, told me I was likely to.

Went for a swim, snapped some photos (which will be uploading soon, I promise!!!) and then drove back to Naoussa to have a shower and put on something a little more presentable.

Long story short, I drove a lot last night in search of an internet cafe or just fellow tourists who might know of one, and no dice on either front.

I did however loop ALL the way around the island on the highway, just about felt the Bumblebee fly (around Dryos on the south of the island, the winds kick up a lot, especially on the crests of the hill), and made it back about 11, where I had a glass of wine, tried my hand at my french with the french couple playing chess, and then went to bed so I could have an early start today.

Today, I strapped my bag on my bike, checked out and have been wandering aimlessly all day just checking things out, and playing tacky tourist. I even paid €2 to go see the Valley of the Butterflies.

I also got yelled at in Greek for signalling to turn into the Valley of the Butterflies. Greeks don't like it when you obey road rules. It makes them nervous.

I, lacking for a better idea, gave him a disgusted wave and yelled the one Greek word I know that suited the situation: "Malaka!"

Although, I'm sure I've spelled it wrong, from what I gather, the sound of the word can mean anything from "You're stupid" to "Your Mother!", so it seemed suitable enough.

In any case, My ferry leaves at 5 for Piraeus, and hopefully I make it there before midnight (ferries are notoriously hard to count on around these parts) so I can get to Athens before the metro stops running, check into my hostel, get some sleep and then go to the Acropolis tomorrow.

5 days until my feet hit Canadian soil. Would y'all miss me if I just didn't come back? Honestly?

Friday, September 05, 2008

Last Night in Ios

I hate that I'm leaving Ios today.

I love that my last night was so beautiful and so memorable that I'll never forget it.

I adore the fact that my best night in Ios thus far was spent almost stone cold sober.

It started out pretty lame, since I was sleeping from 8 until 3, but when Gavin (the Cali wine major, remember?) came stumbling in at 3 and admonished me for not going out, I went.

I decided to hit the Coo Club, where I was the night before with Kiki the Aussie and Cal the horny New Yorker, grabbed a drink and scoped the place out.

I recognized NO ONE, so I grooved by myself for a bit until a cute Iranian/Austrian (I know, bizarre mix, right? He was beautiful, trust me, and best accent ever!) that I had met and briefly danced with the night before came in.

We hugged and then almost immediately started dancing with one another.

For like 3 hours.

It was great.

I had a few more drinks, but since my cash stopped at 20 Euros, 3 was my limit, and so we grabbed a few waters and checked out another club where we danced for another 1/2 hour.

He was almost completely sober, too, but he didn't have the benefit of a few hours of sleep like I did, so I drove his quad up to the top of the island where we checked out the sunrise from an old marble amphitheatre.

The sunrises on the Cyclades islands are beautiful. Actually, beautiful isn't even the word. I see God every morning in the sunrises here. And the sunsets to be honest.

It was utterly the most romantic, most beautiful night/morning I've had so far on this trip, and today I leave my beautiful man and my beautiful island with only my beautiful memories.

Onto Naxos. *sigh*

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Night #2

Spent much of yesterday on the beach sleeping off my hangover.

Didn't know which beach to go to so I ended up just following the handpainted signs all the way down the side of a mountain on a treacherous goat path until I ended up on a beach with the word "Nude" spray painted on the side of the mountain.

Didn't think much of it at first. I'm in Europe and therefore see topless women on the beaches all the time, but it wasn't until I saw my first penis that it hit me.

I found a nude beach.

No, I did not strip down and bare all, nor did I blatantly stare at naked bodies like an ignorant North American.

I went to sleep.

Woke up when the sun started to disappear down the side of the mountain beside me, and a young Greek guy with a very obvious boner showing through his tight Speedo style swimmers came over and asked if I had a lighter.

Well, not that I knew that he was asking for a lighter since he asked me in Greek and I was still in the process of joining the land of the living, but the flicking motions and the cigarette dangling out of his mouth spoke volumes.

He sat by me the entire time he smoked his cigarette, and I didn't encourage conversation, so I decided to just pack up my things and head back to the hostel to avoid any further awkwardness.

I went back there today, and had a few hours of blissful solitude until 20 kayaks with party hardy Aussies showed up, complete with beers coolers and volleyballs, and since my head couldn't take that, I left.

As for last night, I can't put my finger on it, but the vibe seemed really off. I mean, that didn't stop me from downing 5 Sangria, 6 Sex on the Beach and at least 4 (all free!) Malibu and Pineapple Juice, but it wasn't nearly as much fun as the night before. Hung out with my roommate, Cal, the horny New Yorker, for most of the night, crawled to a few different places, got horribly lost and then made it back home in time to say goodnight to my other roommate, Gavin, the Californian Wine Studies Major (what a cool major, right?).

Cal left this morning for Santorini, and Gavin and I slept until 1:30, which was awesome.

Tonight, I'm going to ditch the hostel crowd and do my own thing. I saw a lot of pseudo-locals that looked like fun, and since a few really cute ones were buying me drinks last night, I want to explore that option rather than hang out with a bunch of Canadians, Americans and Aussies that I have to face the next morning.

Plus, I really want to go out for an awesome Greek dinner now that I'm here, so sitting and socializing on the hostel terrace would simply take too much time.

On the homefront, Mom got Xplornet yesterday and I am very excited that my folks are joining the 21st century, and that I don't have to go back home to the headaches of dialup.

Could have done without the emails from the beekeeper in Ontario who is mistakingly getting my embarrassingly personal messages home. Apparently Mom didn't check the availability of her new email address before sending out a mass email alerting everyone to her future email address.

One more night in Ios and then I'm off to Naxos tomorrow morning. Haven't yet decided if I will stay there for one night and then try Paros, or stay there for a few nights, or just the one and then back to Athens for some culture (Yeah, culture).

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Ios.. to Summarize.. Thus far

I'm hungover so I'm allowed to make punctuation mistakes.

Why are all the cute Aussies only 19-22????

I met up with these 2 when I got to my hostel last night and it wasn't until the 4th or 5th bar that I finally realized I didn't know how old they were. 18 and 19.

Damn it.

In any case, horseback riding was only alright. I think the slow season has been felt in very profession in Greece as the horses we rode apparently hadn't been out since the beginning of summer.

They were all a little spunky, not that I minded, and the surly Greek guide refused to let us do anything faster than a trot, which for all those who know me, know I think is beyond lame.

We did go on the beach briefly though.

Almost missed my ferry to Ios last night. It took the surly Greek forever to tack up the horses, so by the time everything was done it was quarter to 6. Being in Kamari, with my luggage in Fira and my ferry leaving from Port Athinios was not making me feel comfortable, so we took a taxi back to Fira, and then I caught one to Port where the cabbie ripped me off in typical Greek fashion.

My head hurts.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Stop the Sandwich

I'm a little sleepy still and I was sick of serious titles, so I decided to use my Santorini catch phrase for the name of this one.

Basically, Andreas, the front desk guy at the hostel I'm staying at was speaking to me in 5 or 6 of the different languages he's picked up (he's Albanian by descent, but has been a Greek citizen for 17 years) and one mixed phrase he used sounds exactly like "Stop" in French and "The Sandwich" in Spanish. I'm sure that's not what he meant but I laugh at him all the time, since those are 2 words I HAVE picked up on this trip (when you don't eat shellfish or fish, Bocadillas/Sandwiches are one of the safest bets in Spain).

In any case, my past few days in a nutshell:

Checked out of the cute room Sunday morning after 12 glorious hours of straight sleep. I fell asleep to "The Bachelor" with Chris O'Donnell (amazingly, I had never seen it, and was not surprised why I hadn't, since it's not the greatest movie I've ever seen) and woke up to some strange guy frozen on my screen.

Woke up to church bells (oh no! Biassa, Italy all over again!), and decided it was time to move on to someplace a little more, uhh, social, so I walked over to a hostel nearby and got a room there.

Unfortunately, only in Santorini is a hostel actually more expensive than a small private room, but I get breakfast, a pool and conversation out of the deal so I can't really fault it.

Met a few girls that were staying in my room -- 2 from Australia, 1 from Calgary (Bula) and one from Chicago (Cara), and went out for breakfast with them.

Afterwards, my 2 fellow North Americans and I went for frappes (yeah, I do drink coffee now and again, again. Most notably super potent espressos before the club.) and then I came back to the hostel to hang out with Andreas and Angela (the Bulgarian chambermaid).

Made myself a Calimocho from the cheap red from Fira's major supermarket (would have made Jasper's main supermarket crack up into hysterics) and the Coke Zero the girls in the room left for me and headed to Kamari Beach with Andreas and Angela for a late afternoon swim. Grabbed some gyros and caught the bus back to Fira, where I met up with Bula and Cara again, where we chatted and I discovered Cara has, literally, the coolest job ever.

She is the American contestant on an online reality TV show called "The Gap Year" where 6 young people from the 5 English speaking areas of the world (Canada, Ireland, USA, New Zealand, Australia and the UK) travel around the world for 6 months competing in challenges and seeing places they'd formerly only dreamed of seeing. From what I can gather, they don't really win anything at the end (although sponsorship deals seem to score them some pretty sweet SWAG), but what an experience.

I have decided I must become the most interesting person possible in the next year in the off chance that this show becomes a HUGE HIT and I can be the Canadian representative next year.

Went out clubbing with Andreas on Sunday night, which was probably ill-advised since I had been up since 6 that morning and he's really into giving neck rubs when you look sad. That left me in an almost comatose state, slumped over my Malibu and Pineapple Juice, and we left shortly before 3 in the morning (a short night when you only leave at 1).

Yesterday I had a pretty relaxed day in. Went swimming in the pool, sunbathed, read my book, picked up more booze, played with Andreas' kitten (cutest kitten in the world, FYI) and then went with Andreas and an Australian girl named Siobhan to Kamari again for the afternoon.

Went out for dinner, had some AWESOME moussaka and retsina and have made plans to go horseback riding today with Siobhan.

I'm going to miss Santorini like crazy. If you ever have the opportunity to come here, please do. If you have the opportunity to move here and work for the summer, I will literally kill you if you turn it down. Seriously. My envy would asphyxiate you.

Monday, September 01, 2008

Ode to a Sandal/Flip-Flop/Thong/Whatever

Over 5 weeks ago I spotted you in a little shop in Lisbon. You sparkled in the window like the cheery optimism that sparkled inside me, and I knew that I wanted you to adorn my feet to remind me of the happiness I was then feeling.

After a wonderful night in a wonderful city, I didn't even care how much you would set me back, but was so happy when the shopgirl looked at you, looked at me pointing at you and smiled and struggled with the words, "Three Euro Ninety". For only €4 you became mine.

You became my footwear back to the hostel, and when I experienced my first (minor) setback in the trip and felt dejected, I looked down at you and I remembered that only mere hours before, I was overjoyed, and I smiled.

You became my club footwear in Sevilla, my beach sandals in Almeria, my dinner shoes in Barcelona. I slipped you on whenever I struggled to the hostel's dining room for a piece of bread before breakfast ended for the morning, hungover and not feeling up to doing up the velcro or laces in my other pairs.

I wore you whenever I wanted to set off my tan, whenever I wanted to feel sexy or pretty, and you never once failed me.

Last night I wore you for my last time. From the moment I set foot on the cobblestones and heard Andreas tell me how happy he was we were going clubbing, I knew you had a limited life.

I just about cried when you broke on the dancefloor, in mid twirl with the coked out Slovakian girl who was trying desperately to engage me in something.

I stopped, looked down at you and back at Andreas and I left the club to be alone with you for one last moment.

Then I went across to the only shoe shop open at 1:30 in the morning on Santorini, bought a pair of red sandals and I threw you out.

I will miss you. I should have bought 2 pairs of you.