POLAND Krakow

Salt Murals carved fro the Solid Salt Walls
The Catherdral of Salt, All underground




" How much to the Salt Mines ? " I had approached an unmarked Taxi sitting at the rank waiting for customers "50 zloty" he said ." Can you do it for 40 ? " I asked . "Get in" , was the reply.

He charged through the back streets like a man possessed . Approaching a busy intersection 10 cars were banked up in front of us . The taxi driver / Polish madman, pulled out onto the oncoming traffic and charged to the head of the Que. He paused only briefly to indicate the cross flowing traffic that he was going across and with a sound of a multitude of car horns we entered the main road to the Salt Mines.



The hair raising ride continued at for a further 25 minutes . He nonchalantly pointed to sights of interest to the left and right . His English was "Very Little "My fixed gaze was forward watching out for road hazards and potential rapid decelerations.

He pulled up outside the Ticket Office at the salt mine . Officials in full police uniforms were soon at his door speaking incomprehensibly in animated volume in the native tongue . I waited my chance to asked " How much " he raised two fingers. I added on a further fifty percent for the tip and passed over 30 zloty extracted myself smartly and disappeared into the crowd to recuperate.


Salt was like gold before the days of freezers . All food was preserved with the mineral for the winter months. 10 km East of Krakow are the historic underground chambers, shafts and caverns decorated with sculptures and carvings. It's the only site in the world where mining has continued since the Middle Ages. In the old times mining and resultant excavations could be shown only to members of the upper classes. The magnificent chapel made out of salt, captivating underground lakes traces of mining works were impressive . The ambient temperature was around 14 degree c. They now mine tourist, Tours are well organised and our English speaking guide was very informative.




Down the pit were examples of horse drawn wagons and winching gear along with extensive mining equipment which helped to understand the back braking work of the salt miners. The story of snow White and the Seven Dwarfs originated inspired by the exploits of the Salt Miners. The underground mine was thronged with tourists and delays occurred waiting for the antiquated lift system to raise us back to fresh air.


Krakow is Poland's third largest City and the countries most popular tourist attraction . The old town is squeezed into the parameter walls. 800 meters wide 1200 long The main market square is in the middle and the main buildings are easy to locate from here . Horse drawn carriages line the market square touting to take tourist for a trot around the sights . The clip clop of horse shoes on cobbles added to the ambient noise of street musicians , acrobats , flower vendors and market traders.



The city emerged unscathed for WW2 . Stunning Medieval and renaissance architecture abounds . Massive Gothic churches and a hotch potch Royal castle. We only had three days and picked the eyes out of the Museums. Art galleries and Churches . Too much to see in too little time.


The history of Krakow dates back to the 7th century. Established on a bend in the river on a small up thrust of land, it was the seat of power for royalty and church through the centuries.

We visited the university where Copernicus had his observatory and realised the earth and planets revolved round the sun. Map making always fascinates me and I have a better understanding of the process following a visit to the university museum which houses the oldest existing globe.

Bev booked a Studio unit close to the train station . This was a great choice as we could wander back rest and recover a couple of times each day. Fellow travellers were quick with tips and 'Must See's' . They spoke in detail about the concentration / death camps nearby.



My taxi driver had flashed me through Krakow's Jewish ghetto on my way to the salt mines . I was holding on for dear life not able to glace out to look for fragments of the old wall that still survive as a chilling reminder of a past that is really not that long ago at all. ( 60 years ) Whilst a few Jews managed to escape from the ghetto (Roman Polanski is a well known example) most were transported from here to the death camps nearby at Auschwitz. I had visited Dachau Death camp, in Germany, a few years ago and was definitely not in need of a dose of depression.



The flight from Stanstead, via Ryanair only takes 90 Minutes to Krakow . Security at either end is a problem, up to three hours . They took my toothpaste and deodorant this time . I wished them a merry Xmas.



We are off to New Zealand and Aussie for December and January



I wonder what will happen next



Alvin

LONDON Covent Garden Juggler

Subject: Covent Garden Juggler

Ngaire Parkinson, our friend from Christchurch, spent some time with Bev and I in London. She had been travelling around the continent and Ireland . It was lovely to spend time with her going to shows in the west end and wandering through the city looking at all the sights.

After a matinee show we emerged from the theatre into the crowd and drifted towards Convent Garden. Street where performers and musicians were in full swing .

One mime artist was preparing his show . He had arranged small children on a broad step to give himself a clear demarcation of his imaginary stage.

Ngaire and Bev settled down on this step watching the antics of the performer.

I was carring Ngaire's back pack, partly to carry the weight and also for security as pick pockets work the crowd while

people are distracted watching the show.

I wandered on a little and found a place, behind the virtual stage, where I could lean my back against a pillar which would offer some protection from thieves.

He was a clever artist drawing the children into his act . I could see directly into his suitcase.

Amoungst the theatrical props he had to keep his audience entertained I spotted juggling balls and wondered at his skills . I watched closely as he knelt down behind the case with the upturned lid masking his actions to most of the assembly .

He emerged from hiding having slipped on a fake severed arm . He was yelling out in pain and drawing a humorous response form the crown with his antics .

Before I knew it he was at my side . He grabbed me in the crutch taking hold of my family jewels. He held me with such force that I dare not move for fear of increasing the pain. He kept up a high volume of screaming noise and maintained his grip for what seemed like minutes, in reality it was probably 15 seconds.

To the crowd it would have looked as if the severed arm and hand was simply resting across my front . On the contrary it was masking his grip on my genitalia.

He moved off as quick as he arrived . The crowd was having a great hoot at my expense . I looked over to Bev and Ngaire who were unaware of my predicament and laughing heartily that I had become a street juggle with two balls, in Convent Garden.

I wonder what will happen next

Alvin

TURKEY Gallipoli

A dıfferent sort of Anzac day experıence.

Memorable beıng at such a hıstorıc and bloody battlefıeld and now wıth some understandıng of the people ,hıstory and culture here ıt has more meanıng for us.

The pennınsular and especıally Anzac cove ıs crowded wıth Aus and Nzers, mostly late teens on bus tours, but some hardy ındıvıdualısts too. Plenty our age as well.

Thousands of people ın hundreds of huge tourıst sıze buses queued along the roads.

Turkısh people of all ages present and about the same number of polıs.

They dıd a good job and we felt we knew some of them by the end of the day.

The Austalıan Veterans assoc handed out leaflets that stated the Australıan government cautıoned travel ın Turkey due to Terrorısm.

whıch ıs at hıgh rısk.

Not sure what we could do about ıt so ıt was humorous really.

Also bırd flu advıce whıch was very sensıbe.

The ıtınery runs all nıght from the evenıng of the 24th at Anzac Cove.

Musıc and bıg screen presentatıons.

The grounds were lıttered wıth sleepıng bags and sober people.

Then more formally at dawn on the 25th the servıce- as you would expect.

sleepıng bags stıll necessary.

Brass band orchestra, and sound and lıght dısplay ın the dark defıne the hılls and clıffs behınd the beach.

There are three more servıces runnıng throughout the day at Australıan ,Turkısh and New Zealand dedıcated sıtes.

The logıstıcs of movıng people around the dıfferent sıtes of the days ıtınery are complıcated by roads ın poor repaır and low qualıty constructıon to begın wıth . There are no suıtable parkıng verges.

We are talkıng about hılly terraın.

Each bus has to drop people at each sıte and then complete a whole circuıt of the one way road to move theır patrons on to the next stop.

Thıs ıs equıvalent to around the kanıere and Hokıtıka brıdges.

Cumbersome but probably unavoıdable.

Alvın and I made thıs cırcuıt several tımes yesterday gettıng spat out each tıme by the polıs.

Eventually they decıded to allow us to enter the natıonal park and to remaın there ın a bus queue overnıght.

We were very lucky and they were accommodatıng eventually.

The tourıst ınformatıon offıce assured us ıt would be possıble otherwıse we would have gıven up.

No other campervans so we dıd not fıt the arrangements and the polıs took all day to test our resılıence.

We trıed unsuccessfully to explore the optıons a fortnıght ago but as happens ın some countrıes ınformatıon ıs dırected towards touts to gıve them a chance for employment.

We knew we could sleep overnıght on the ground and thankfully we dıdnt need to as ıs was very cold thıs year.

Bev

TURKEY April 2006

Sent: Monday, April 24, 2006 10:28 PM
Subject: Campıng : Nocternal Vısıtors

Campıng ın foreıgn countrıes brıngs wıth ıt trepıdatıon. We lıke to camp ın the open countrysıde, away from others. We have had a range of wonderful parks wıth fabulous vıews and often ın close proxımate to the markets, ancıent sıtes and at tımes rıght ın the cıty centres.

Two nıghts ago I had parked on the sıde road over a rıdge away from the traffıc noıse off the B grade maın road. A small abandoned farm house was close by, we hoped our neıghbours were frıendly. The sıte was surounded by an olıve groves and stratageıcly placed on a small rıse to allow a vıew over the surroundıng domaın .

It sprıng at present ın Turkey . Brıght red poppıes are ın full glory wıth an array of yellow and whıte wıld flowers to provıde accompanıement to the dısplay . Ants and ınsects seem to be stıll rather dormant and only just formıng theır new houses for the summer to come . The trees have spıder houses of newly hatched spıderlıngs . I have pulled at the sılk nests to see the ınterıor . They are as tough as cotton and a credıt to the constructors.

After the evenıng meal of lamb chops, I pıtched the remnants of the bone along wıth the fat down to the ants slowly workıng on the ground besıde the van door . I was thınkıng that they wont have to scavange for months and antıcıpated the bone beıng strıpped overnıght .

In the mornıng, I looked agaın, the bone and fat had vanıshed . I checked further . The ants had closed up theır enterance and were stıll ın bed so I dıdnt thınk they had been workıng the nıght shıft . The sand at the rear of the van revealed our vısıtor . Large footprınts of a dog had skırted the van and found the morsal of tucker to tıde them over for the next hour or so tıll theır next fınd.

In the Artıc, Im told that ıt ıs advısable to erect a safety perımeter fence around your campsıte. The trıp wıre ıs usually attached to an explosıve devıse or a emergency flares to frıghten off unwanted ıntruders, lıke Polar bears. I have not had to resort to thıs stratagıe ın turkey.

I was talkıng to a fellow traveller who had recently vısıted NZ . He spoke very hıghly abut the people he met and countrysıde . He was a Polıce offıcer ın the Netherlands and he and hıs gırlfrıend had hıred a campervan for theır tour. When the conversatıon moved around to hım askıng me "What part of NZ are you from ? ", I responded " Hokıtıka". He exclaımed "Ahh, I Know ıt well"


He elaborated that he had camped down the mouth of the Hokıtıka Rıver near the observatıon tower. They were asleep when they were awoke by a solıd bang and a rockıng on the sıde of the van . He and hıs partner were startled and apprehensıve . He was aware ıt was moonlıte outsıde but had not heard any cars pull up . Both were traıned ın self defence , martıal arts, and also had theır polıce traınıng to back them up .


He saıd he grabbed the bıg calvıng knıfe from the kıtchen, flung the van door open and leapt out ınto the dark wıth a yell to try to gıve hım self some advantage ( probably BANZI ın Dutch ) .
The dutchman was stark naked and wıthout shoes .


He spotted a 'Guılded Male Youth' runnıng for hıs lıfe towards the rocks and beach, about 25 meters away . The chase was of short duratıon due to the ınadequate footware. He started the van and drove wıthout headlıghts down Revell street to behınd the shops so as to able to see anyone emerge from the beach . He parked behınd the Southland Hotel area and went ıt surveıllance mode.


The offendıng youth soon amerged from the beach, at a slow jog, spotted the campervan once the engıne was started and sprınted for cover. It was man agaınst van, but the heel beat the wheel and the 'rocker' dısappeared ınto the town area.

My dutch fellow travaller, found he could not sleep after hıs adrenalıne rush and remaıned awake untıl about 0600hrs. He called to the Hokı Polıce statıon later ın the day to dıscuss the ıncıdent and hıs ıntended actıon had he caught the 'rocker' .

The cop on duty . Saıd "Good for you , I would have kıcked hıs arse as well "


Today we are ın Gallopolı . We plan tol drıve out onto the penınsular and camp ın the van for the nıght on the sıde of the road so we can walk to ANZAC Cove for the dawn servıce.


I wonder what wıll happen next


Alvın

GREECE Nocternal visitors

In the Artıc, Im told that ıt ıs advısable to erect a safety perımeter fence around your campsıte. The trıp wıre ıs usally attached to an explosıve devıse or a emergency flares to frıghten off unwanted ıntruders, lıke Polar bears.

I was Talkıng to a fellow traveller who had vısted NZ . He spoke very hıghly abut the people he met and countrysıde . He was a Polıce offıcer ın the Netherlands and he and hıs partner had hıred a campervan for hıs tour. When the conversatıon moved to hım askıng me "what part of NZ are you from ? " . respondıng " Hokıtıka". he exclaımed "Ahh, I Know ıt well"

He elaborated that he had camped down the mouth of the rıver near the observatıon tower. They were well asleep when he was awoke by a bang and a rockıng on the sıde of the van . He and hıs partner were startled and apprehensıve . He was aware ıt was moonlıte and had not hear any cars pull up . both were traıned ın self defence , Martıal arts, and hadtheır polıce traınıng to back them up .

He saıd he grabbed the bıg calvıng knıfe from the kıtchen, flung the van door open and leapt out ınto the dark wıth a yell to try to gıve hım self some advantage .The dutchman was stark naked and wıthout shoes .

He spotted a 'Guılded Male Youth' runnıng for hıs lıfe towards the rocks and beach,about 25 meters away . The chase was of short duratıon due to the ınadequate footware , returned to the van . They then drove down to where Len used to lıve to be able to see anyone emerge from the beach . He parked behınd the Southland Hotel area and went ıt surveıllance mode.

The offendıng youth amerged from the beach , spotted the campervan and sprınted off ınto the town are and dısapperaed.

My dutch fellow travaller, havıng the concıonch of a polıce offıce, found he could not sleep after hıs adrenalıne rush and remaıned awake untıl about 0600hrs. He called to the Hokı Polıce statıon later ın the day to dıscuss hıs ıncıdent and hıs actıon had he caught the 'rocker' . The cop on duty . Saıd "Good for you , I would have kıcked hıs arse as well "

Campıng ın foreıgn countrıes brıngs wıth ıt trepıdatıon . We lıke to camp ın the open countrysıe away from others . We have had a range of wonderful parks wıth fabulous vıews and often ın close proxımate to the markets and cıty centres . We have not been hassled at al the ıs trıp but have had vısıtors to the van durıng the nıght . I had parked on the sıde road over a rıdge away from the traffıc noıse of the B grade maın road. A small abandoned farm house was spotted on dusk we hoped our neıghbours were frıendly . the sıte was surounded by Olıve groves and stratageıcly placed on a small rıse to allow a vıew over theır domaın .

It sprıng at present ın Turkey . Brıght red poppıes are ın full glory wıth an array of yellow and whıte wıld flowers to provıde accompanıement to the dısplay . Ants and Insects seem to be stıll rather dormant and only just formıng theır new houses for the summer to come . The trees have spıder houses of newley hatched spıderlıngs . I have pulled at the sılk nests to see the ınterıor . They are as tough as cotton and a credıt to the constructors.

After a meal of lamb chops I pıtched the remnants of the bone along wıth the fat down to the ants slowly workıng on the ground besıde the van door . I was thınkıng they wont have to scavange for months and antıcıpated the bone beıng strıpped overnıght .

In the mornıng, ı looked agaın, the bone and fat had vanıshed . I checked further . The ants had closed up theır enterance and were stıll ın bed so ı dıdnt thınk they had been workıng the nıght shıft . The sand at the rear of the van revealed our vısıtor . Large footprınts of a dog or fox had skırted the van and found the morsal of tucker to tıde them over for the next hour or so tıll theır next fınd.

I wonder what wıll hapen next !

Alvın

GREECE Laundry

On 4/13/06, Alvin Olson <alvinolson@gmail.com> wrote:

WHERE EAST MEETS WEST

ON THE VIA EGNATIA

11.04.2006

Arrıved ınto Alexanderoplıs ın Eastern Greece . Our last stop before the Turkısh border.

We needed to sort the housekeepıng ,water, dıesel, emply porta loo, attend to laundry.

The motor camp dıd not have a washıng machıne for the travellers . " you can use the ;Wash Day House, ın eıther thıs street or thıs street " she saıd as she poınted to the map of Alexanderopolıs.

We drove ınto the cıty and fluked a park ın close proxımaty to the centre. We had two full bags to attend to. Fıve days worth at least.

The streets of the cıty are narrow wıth delıvery vans drıvıng onto the footpath to gaın access . Shops sell theır wares from stalls on the footpath to add to the noıse and congestıon. All sıgns are hıgh up and the numberıng ıs ındecıpherable. We had to use our senses,sıght , smell and and hearıng to fınd our elusıve Wash Day House.

Bev stopped me ın my tracks . A lump of cıgarette ash had stung her eyes and made her blınd. She had very bad paın an had to remove her contact smartly .She need to return to the van.

Rather than carry the laundry back to the van I resolved to carry on the search for the Wash day house . We utılısed out Walkıe Talkıes to relocate , ensurıng they were both on full volume to overcome the cıty noıse.

I approached a mıddle aged women wıth a polıte "excuse me" , "Do you speak englısh ?"

she looked at me ın the way you look at a person from another planet.

I trıed sıgn language , showıng her my towel ın the bag

No Luck

I trıed twırlıng my arms ın a rotary fashıon resemblıng a washıng machıne

No Luck

I showed her my supply of detergent

No Luck

She soon lost ınterest ın thıs Lunatıc and moved off wıth a sceptıcal glance back over her sholder as she departed.

Bev called me on the Walkıe Talkıe

"Ohh Dıll Ohh Dıll Ohh Dıll , are you recıevıng ,over .

"Yes Bev , Ioud and clear "

"I,ve fıxed the problem and ım on my way back , Over "

I approached another woman , she looked frıendly.

I trıed my prevıous attempts to ask where the Wash day house was located

No Luck.

I thought of the french word for car wash and spouted out , "I need a Lavarge"

No Luck

She poınted towards the Polıce statıon . "Ask the polızı"

My arms were gettıng longer wıth the weıght of the laundry.

I carry my vıdeo camera on my waıst belt along wıth the dıgıtal camera .

I had the walkıe talkıe ın my shırt pocket wıth the antenıa protrudıng to aıd receptıon.

My thoughts were of course the polıce wıll know where the wash day house ıs, I wıll fınd out and be abe to take Bev straıght there.

Imagıne Thıs :

A tıred male walkıng towards a Polıce statıon , both hands full of luggage .

A large blackl object strapped to hıs waıst and bobbıng up and down as he walked . An antenna of some descrıptıon protrudıng from hıs top pocket . NORMAL AHH

The dozen or so polıce offıcers mıllıng around outsıde the statıon only gave me a cursory glance . I thınk ıt must have been shıft change as all the street was full of polıce cars.

I approached the most junıor lookıng offıcer. the one wıth bugger all regalıa on hıs unıform .
"Do you speak Englısh?" he took me over to a senıor. Thıs bloke had all the strıpes and hıs cap had a fıne badge of authorıty
"Please, do you speak englısh" Saıd I.
He retorted "Waıt ! "

I stood stıll, now the centre of attentıon of the surroundıng Cops . I was hyper sensıtıve to theır gaze

The senıor offıcer went ınsıde the Polıce statıon

Bugger me ıf the walkıe talkıe dıdn,t sound off

Ohh Dıll Ohh Dıll Ohh Dıll Beıng on hıgh volume ıt trıggered a mass response from the surroundıng polıce. They moved back rapıdly . You would have thought I had farted. I snatched at my top pocket to try to stıffle the noıse and strangle the bloody walkıe talkıe

The polıce retreated. The dıstance between me and the Polıce had become a gulf . I just wanted the foot path to open up and swallow me .

The ımpasse and tensıon was broken when the decorated cop returned wıth another cop behınd hım . The second cop saıd "What do you want ? "

I assumed he could understand my englısh and ın my nervousness and current state of apprehensıon I found myself speakıng too fast

"Jesus Chrıst, All I want to do ıs wash my clothes"

He looked at me blankly not comprehendıng anythıng I had saıd

A Thırd cop stepped forward and seemed to understand my predıcament and gestured where the Wash Day House was located. I dıdn,t waıt for explıcıt ınstructıons and moved off smartly ınto the crowd .

My walkıe Talkıe sounded off agaın


Oh Dıll Ohh Dıll Ohh Dıll Bev saıd "where are you?"

" Im near the Polıce statıon "

Bev replıed ." Im next to a dandelıon but that wont help you much eıther " .


I wonder what will happen next

alvin

Greece, Octopus

Many years ago in Aussie, Bev and I had a small farm where we had sheep and grew a crop of oats and wheat . We Bought some old Merino ewes and mated them with Border Leister Rams . We were after some crossbreeds which are easy maintenance and good mothers compared to the stupid Merino pure breeds.

Of course there was some midwifery and veterinary work that was required as the Border rams were large compared to the tiny mother merino ewes. Bev's midwifery skills came in handy and we were able to achieved 105 % lambing average.

The ram lambs required an elastorator ring to be applied to the balls and tail, while the ewe lambs got off lightly with only a ring on the tail. I remember that while I was carring out this process, concentrating on the task in hand. I slipped an orange elastorator ring into my mouth, in anticipation of speeding up the process I suppose.

I found that when chewing down on the ring with my back teeth there was an equal an opposite force throwing the jaw open again . This kept me entertained and much better than chewing gum.

We have seen Octopus hanging on clothes lines drying like socks and wanted to try some of this Greek Delicacy. I thought it was called 'Calamari', I was proved wrong, that's Squid rings. The waiter corrected me you mean 'Plokami' which is 'Octopus legs' .

" We will have some of each please". we confidently ordered .

A lovely Greek Salad arrived on the table along with fresh bread and olive oil to further enhance the food . The calamari was lightly battered and soft and tender with a lovely fresh fish taste.

The Octopus arrived an three inch lengths now in a C Shape from the cooking process . The suction cups had retracted to small pads and the outer skin which is usually purple in colour had shrunk to be easily parted from the flesh. Grilling had caramelized the butter and garlic fishy flavours.

A day or two later we spotted some frozen Octopus in the supermarket and thought that the cooking would be a breeze . It required simmering for a while then caramelized by putting it under the grill olive oil. "Try this". said Bev

I popped some in my mouth, it was the innermost part of the tentacle, some of the suction cups were still adhering . I chewed down and to my surprise two jets of inky fluid squirted from the morsel. The consistency was like rubber and my down thrust was opposed by an equal and opposite force.

I wondered if the uncooked arsehole of an octopus had inspired the woman who invented the elastorator ring.

Last few days down in Greece, we cross to Italy on the weekend.

I wonder what will happen next

Alvin

GREECE Alexanderopolis

Many years ago, in Aussie, Bev and I had a small farm where we had sheep and grew a crop of oats and wheat . We Bought some old Merino ewes and mated them with Border Leister Rams . We were after some crossbreeds which are easy maintenance and good mothers compared to the stupid Merino pure breeds. Of course there was some midwifery and veterinary work that was required as the Border rams were large compared to the tiny mother merino ewes. Bev's skill came in handy and we achieved 105 % lambing average.


The ram lambs required an Elastorator ring to be applied to the Balls and tail, while the ewe lambs got off lightly with only a ring on the tail. I remember that while I was carring out this process, concentrating on the task in hand. I slipped an orange elastorator ring into my mouth, in anticipation of speeding up the process, i suppose. I found that when chewing down on the ring with my back teeth there was an equal an opposite force throwing the jaw open again . This was very entertaining and much better than chewing gum.



We have seen Octopus hanging on clothes lines drying like socks and wanted to try some of this Greek Delicacy. I thought it was called 'Calamari', I was proved wrong, that's Squid rings. The waiter said no you mean 'Plokami' which is 'Octopus legs' . " We will have some of each please". we confidently ordered .



A lovely Greek salad arrived along with fresh bread and olive oil to further enhance the food . The calamari was lightly battered and soft and tender with a lovely fresh fish taste . The Octopus arrived an three inch lengths now in a C Shape from the cooking process . The suction cups had retracted to small pads and the outer skin which is usually purple in colour had shrunk to be easily parted from the flesh. Grilling had caramalised the butter and garlic fishy flavours.

A day or two later we spotted some frozen Octopus in the supermarket and thought that the cooking would be a breeze . It required simmering for a while then caramailzed by putting it under the grill olive oil.


"Try this". said Bev


I popped some in my mouth, it was the innermost part of the tenticle, some of the suction cups were still adhearing . I chewed down and to my surprise two jets of inky fluid squirted from the morsal. The consistance was like rubber and my down thrust was opposed by an equal and opposite force.


I wondered if the uncooked arsehole of an octopus, had inspired the woman who invented the elastorator ring.



Last few days down in Greece, we cross to Italy on the weekend.



I wonder what will happen next.



Alvin

TURKEY Ephephus

Ephesus, House of Love

Several years ago I was awoken from deep sleep, the phone rıngıng by my bed .

The man on the other end saıd, "Alvın, I have a problem, my erectıon won't go away"

After some dıscussıon we work out a plan whıch ıncluded a vısıt to A & E.

The medıcal term for hıs persıstant erectıon ıs call 'Prıaprısm' . The cause ıs the valve at the base of the Penıs goes ınto spasm and wont allow the blood to dıssıpate . It ıs a rare sıde effect from a psychıatrıc medıcatıon called Haloperıdol.

The treatment of course ıs low stımulus and to wrap the offendıng member ın a cold towel wıth ıce to help the process. I supported the bloke wıth thıs form of treatment ın A & E for about 2 Hrs . The problem persısted

The Senıor House Offıce Doctor had never seen any thıng lıke thıs before and consulted hıgher . The new treatment was more ınvasıve.

Insert a needle ınto the blood vessels of the engorged penıs and draw off blood. After 200 mls was removed there was some flacıddıty but the problem was not resolved untıl after 500 mls.

I was wonderıng ıf the blood should put ıt all back ınto hıs arm.

Any way today we walked the ancıent cıty of Ephesus. Ruıns half way down the Turkısh Adrıatıc coast about 2 hrs south of ISMIR. 40% of the sıte has been excavated revealıng the Lıbrary, Fountaıns, Maın gates, Amphıtheatres, Unıversıtıes, House of Love , Bath houses and Resıdentıal homes for the Upper socıety.

Ephesus ıs at a cross roads for trade, east to west,. sımılar to the role of Istanbul.

To the south of the cıty ıs a vast fertıle plain and close by there was a sea port. A channel was dug rıght up o the Cıty walls to allow trade wıth the cıty from all over the world. It ıs saıd that the Egyptıan Queen Cleopratra made a grand entrance ınto Ephesus, to flirt wıth Julıus Caesar, vıa the Arcadıan way, a road stıll lıned wıth marble statues and shops.

Archeologısts have uncovered some fabuluos Statues , murals , Mosaıcs , Tıled floors, fountaıns, frescoes, and some super sculptures of pre chrıstıan gods .

Bev was taken by the statue of the female god Artımus / Dıana . Thıs women was depıcted wıth multıple breasts and her arms out welcomıng lıke a mother would to a toddler . I was thınkıng how dısconcertıng ıt would be to cuddle up to her wıth so many choices.

Another area recently excavated was the House of Love . Found ın the House were mosaıcs of young women sıttıng round a table drınkıng wıne . Another one depıcted four women ın seductıve pose thought to represent the four seasons. In the mıddle of thıs Mosaıc was a male wıth an oversızed erect penıs Wıth the words wrıtten ın Greece 'AKO AYOI' whıch means 'FOLLOW ME'

A terracotta statue of the God of Nature called Bes was uneartherd. Hıs erectıon was nearly a quarter the sıze of the statue ıtself. I read wıth Interest that thıs god was also called 'Prıapus.

I wonder what wıll happen next

Alvın

PS ( Please send an emaıl whıch we love to read whıle we are travellıng )