Good morning world, thought I would add a blog in-between the daily ones, partly to prove that Mum and I have been experiencing some of Corfu's culture and partly to prove we've not just been tanning/ burning and drinking cocktails for the past five days.
Yesterday we toddled in to Corfu town, some how managing to conquer their bus system, arrive at our desired destination and leave in one piece.
However, what Mum had failed to mention to me was the gigantic lighthouse she planned to climb once we got there.
I use the word 'gigantic' purely because it wasn't until we reached the bottom that the sentence: "We probably should have got a guide book" was ushered by Mum. Therefore it was a gigantic climb and as I'm not 100% sure the actual distance in height so 'gigantic' will do for now.
If Dad had been with us he would have insisted we got a guide book and done things properly. As it was just Mum and I we played the tourist card to the maximum taking a ridiculous amount of photos and oooing and ahhing at the views as we snaked up the hill.
The views from the top of the lighthouse were fantastic and as a camera enthusiast I was furthermore kicking myself for leaving my SLR at home.
I could describe the view from peak, over the ocean, the teal reflections and general allurement of what we were looking at but I don't think I could do it justice.
After our hike we played hide and seek in the never-ending corridors of streets, munched our way through a packet of limoncello flavoured turkish delight, grabbed two tubs of ice cream and headed to the bus stop and back to Dassia.
Normally I'm a sucker for historic monuments abroad- not a lot will beat crawling on my hands and knees through the pyramids of Giza- but at least we got to see a little piece of Corfu.
The town was lovely, but it is a shame we didn't really have the opportunity to get lost and discover the country outside of its tourist attractions.
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Day Five: Burnt
Sun tan lotion and holidays go hand in hand like cocktails and cocktail umbrellas, left shoes and right shoes and newly formed couples.
However, it will always puzzle me that no matter how much lotion you apply you are guaranteed to burn at least one part of your body.
As I type this blog I am currently nursing a burnt ear, two feet (both my own) and a pair of elbows (also belonging to me). Call me Charlie but the above body parts are not normally first on the list of anatomy to brun!
When my brother and I were kids I remember being constantly drenched in sun tan lotion and to the point where we resembled a couple of arctic creatures as opposed to children on a family holiday.
This importance of lotioning up has stuck with me throughout adulthood and my own children will become little lotion monsters too, so it remains a mystery as to why I have fallen victim to burnt skin.
On a positive note at least it's not the soles of my feet that caught the brunt of the sun- that would take some very special tanning skills!
Thankfully I've been blessed with the ability to tan very easily, this is something that the recessive ginger gene in my body is not a fan of.
So that's another reason why I'm baffled by this burntness and I'm refusing to let Corfu ruin my 22 years on non-burning.
Corfu may have distorted my speedo innocence, it may have throw numerous boobs at me (and a few male Greek dancers. Mum and I had to pretend we were lovers and than ran off- but that's another story) but I will not be beaten by a few frazzled body parts!
However, it will always puzzle me that no matter how much lotion you apply you are guaranteed to burn at least one part of your body.
As I type this blog I am currently nursing a burnt ear, two feet (both my own) and a pair of elbows (also belonging to me). Call me Charlie but the above body parts are not normally first on the list of anatomy to brun!
When my brother and I were kids I remember being constantly drenched in sun tan lotion and to the point where we resembled a couple of arctic creatures as opposed to children on a family holiday.
This importance of lotioning up has stuck with me throughout adulthood and my own children will become little lotion monsters too, so it remains a mystery as to why I have fallen victim to burnt skin.
On a positive note at least it's not the soles of my feet that caught the brunt of the sun- that would take some very special tanning skills!
Thankfully I've been blessed with the ability to tan very easily, this is something that the recessive ginger gene in my body is not a fan of.
So that's another reason why I'm baffled by this burntness and I'm refusing to let Corfu ruin my 22 years on non-burning.
Corfu may have distorted my speedo innocence, it may have throw numerous boobs at me (and a few male Greek dancers. Mum and I had to pretend we were lovers and than ran off- but that's another story) but I will not be beaten by a few frazzled body parts!
Monday, 20 June 2011
Day three/ four: Books
I am the worst type of reader. I don't read continuously (not the best when you consider I have a degree in English lit) but when I do pick up a book I cannot put it down till the back cover is closed. This is normally fine unless you find yourself with four days of sunbathing to go and no more books to read!
I've just finished a beautiful novel by Victoria Connelly called 'The Perfect Hero'. Unsurprisingly it tells the story of a man and women who fall in love and their destiny is saved at the last minute when she realises he is her perfect man after all and she has fallen hook, line and sinker for him- already the book has a fantastic plot. Then throw in a million and one references to Jane Austen's 'Persuasion' and you can see why 48 hours later I am now bookless.
I bought my first Victoria Connelly novel back in January, another Austen themed read, and I couldn't put that one down either. It was called 'A weekend with Mr. Darcy' no prizes for the Austen novel this book was based upon!
Sadly she is quite a new author in the british seas so I will have to wait till July 2012 for my next instalment of Connelly's work. It's probably a good thing as too much fictional reading on heros, handsome men and old fashioned courting cannot be good for an already romantic brain.
I've just finished a beautiful novel by Victoria Connelly called 'The Perfect Hero'. Unsurprisingly it tells the story of a man and women who fall in love and their destiny is saved at the last minute when she realises he is her perfect man after all and she has fallen hook, line and sinker for him- already the book has a fantastic plot. Then throw in a million and one references to Jane Austen's 'Persuasion' and you can see why 48 hours later I am now bookless.
I bought my first Victoria Connelly novel back in January, another Austen themed read, and I couldn't put that one down either. It was called 'A weekend with Mr. Darcy' no prizes for the Austen novel this book was based upon!
Sadly she is quite a new author in the british seas so I will have to wait till July 2012 for my next instalment of Connelly's work. It's probably a good thing as too much fictional reading on heros, handsome men and old fashioned courting cannot be good for an already romantic brain.
Saturday, 18 June 2011
Day two.
Maybe its my middle-class upbringing or my love for manly men but there is one item of clothing that sends shivers down my spine and puts fear in my heart: speedos.
Now I will accept that some women love men in banana hammocks- let's not forget Freddie Ljungberg's CK tighty whities- but is there a more undesirable sight?
We have been here for 30 hours now and it is total bliss. However, I have come to one conclusion: everywhere you look there are men in speedos. In short Mum and I left the UK and vacated to budgie smuggler heaven!
But you may be thinking: 'If that's the worst of your problems why are you complaining and secondly stop starring at old men!" but there's more...
Whilst averting my eyes from the above you also have watch out for the old topless women.
Now this is also a holiday norm for most women and there's nothing wrong with it- after my brief boobage escape yesterday I'm practically one of the team.
But the sight of another woman makes me realise just how shy and reserved I really am. Maybe tomorrow I shall set the beasts free and take on the world...even though knowing my luck I'd probably end up with my bikini top wrapped around my head, trip over and land head first in some unexpecting pair of dong definers.
Now I will accept that some women love men in banana hammocks- let's not forget Freddie Ljungberg's CK tighty whities- but is there a more undesirable sight?
We have been here for 30 hours now and it is total bliss. However, I have come to one conclusion: everywhere you look there are men in speedos. In short Mum and I left the UK and vacated to budgie smuggler heaven!
But you may be thinking: 'If that's the worst of your problems why are you complaining and secondly stop starring at old men!" but there's more...
Whilst averting my eyes from the above you also have watch out for the old topless women.
Now this is also a holiday norm for most women and there's nothing wrong with it- after my brief boobage escape yesterday I'm practically one of the team.
But the sight of another woman makes me realise just how shy and reserved I really am. Maybe tomorrow I shall set the beasts free and take on the world...even though knowing my luck I'd probably end up with my bikini top wrapped around my head, trip over and land head first in some unexpecting pair of dong definers.
Friday, 17 June 2011
Bodily harn
It's official, my bikini hates me...just flashed half the beach including the 17 year-old male bar tender.
Miss Coussens 0: devil bikini and corrupted boobs 1.
Miss Coussens 0: devil bikini and corrupted boobs 1.
Greetings from Corfu
Hello and welcome to Corfu!
Mum and I have been here for three hours so far and all is well. The average age is 50+, I have been winked at by an old wrinkly and just walked past a false leg.
Sipping on an ice coffee, gazing out onto the ocean. So far so good!
Mum and I have been here for three hours so far and all is well. The average age is 50+, I have been winked at by an old wrinkly and just walked past a false leg.
Sipping on an ice coffee, gazing out onto the ocean. So far so good!
Thursday, 16 June 2011
Creativity
I’ve been feeling a tad creative hence the design changes. The photo in the background- that has quite literally taken over-was taken by me six years ago on a very misty morning in a notorious part of Surrey. This is one of my favourite photos I have ever taken, it was not touched by photoshop and was taken with a click of the button on my 1968 Chinon CS (that’s my SLR to all you non-camera folk).
The aim is to include more photos into these blogs, spice it up a little, add some shades of black and white to these pages.
As for now I am off to pack my suitcase for a trip to Corfu with my lover...haha. If I had a lover I would have nothing to write about.
The aim is to include more photos into these blogs, spice it up a little, add some shades of black and white to these pages.
As for now I am off to pack my suitcase for a trip to Corfu with my lover...haha. If I had a lover I would have nothing to write about.
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