2012 Greece and France

September - October 2012
After completing our 2012 Turkish Delights Adventure I continued to Athens to begin a trip around Greece. This was followed by several days relaxing in Paris. Read more
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  • Day 19

    Home Again

    October 16, 2012 in Australia ⋅ 17 °C

    Emerald, 17th Oct.
    I arrived back in Melbourne yesterday after 6 weeks away. It's always a relief to touchdown at Tullamarine and almost as big a relief when you see your luggage arrive at the carousal and know that it also made the journey home safely. After almost 48 hours of transit, I was in a bit of a zombie state, but have now had a good night's sleep in my own bed and feel almost human again. It really was an amazing trip, and I was so privileged to have shared it with such a close and supportive group of friends.

    Our next planned adventure will take place in May 2013 when we head off to Bhutan on our "Bhutan by Bike" adventure.
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  • Day 17

    Goodbye Paris

    October 14, 2012 in France ⋅ 🌧 8 °C

    Tonight I catch a late evening flight to begin the long journey back home. About 48 hours after leaving Paris, I will finally be landing back in Melbourne.

  • Day 16

    Paris - Day 4

    October 13, 2012 in France ⋅ 🌧 10 °C

    Montmartre (Paris) - Sat 13th Oct.
    This is my second last day in Paris and I have no set plans on what to do. I think I will just head off on foot and see where my feet take me. Since most of Paris (apart from the Butte Montmartre) is very flat, the walking is easy and it is the perfect way to observe Parisians going about their everyday lives. They are an interesting people, full of animation and humour.
    They love to conduct their conversations at the tops of their voices. Some people seem to think that the French can be rude and impatient with visitors.
    This has never been my experience as I have only been shown friendliness and warmth wherever I have gone. The staff at my little 2 star hotel are very helpful and love it when i try to speak French. I think the secret is that you get what you give. If you are open and interested, you will always bring out the best in people. A couple of pics of the grandchildren doesn't hurt either.

    This has been quite a long trip and I am starting to look forward to being back in Melbourne with my family, not looking forward to the long flights home though.
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  • Day 14

    Paris - A Meeting with Bruce Willis

    October 11, 2012 in France ⋅ 🌧 17 °C

    Right in the centre of Paris, there are two islands in the middle of the Seine. These are the Ile de la Cite and the Ile St Louis. Real estate on these islands is probably some of the most expensive in the world, so you never know who you might bump into when you are walking the streets of these islands of privilege.

    While walking the Ile St Louis, I noticed a little cluster of people up ahead. Being a nosy person, I decided to join the crowd to see what was happening. It turned out that a film was being shot and the lead actor was none other than Bruce Willis. Sure enough, there he was standing just a few metres away from me.

    Even more surprising was the fact that there was not just one Bruce Willis, there were two of them. His stunt double was also in the scene too, presumably to protect the real Bruce Willis from doing anyone that might give him a bruise. The film they were shooting was Red 2. I don't know much about the story, but it must involve fast cars and big guns, because they were both in the scene.

    It was an interesting start to the day, but Paris is always like that. You just never know what is about to happen around the next street corner.

    Later in the day I caught the train out to the famous Palace of Versailles. The huge and very opulent palace gives some idea of how a King can waste the resources of an entire nation, just to satisfy their own pride and greed. I actually found the place a little sad.
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  • Day 13

    Hello Paris - Where am I ?

    October 10, 2012 in France ⋅ ☁️ 14 °C

    After my time in Turkey and Greece, I thought that it would be good to have a few days of quality time relaxing in one of my favourite cities - Paris.

    I left Athens late in the evening via Aegean Airlines and landed in Paris. I should have read my air ticket more carefully. I assumed that we were landing at Charles de Gaulle Airport, and had prebooked (and paid for) an airport transfer to my hotel. It would make life simple I thought. I was wrong.

    After leaving the plane and clearing customs I emerged into the airport lounge. Somehow nothing looked familiar. And it wasn't. In fact it wasn't even Charles de Gaulle Airport ! We had landed at one of Paris's other airports - Orly.

    Although somewhere there was a driver waiting for me, it certainly wasn't at this location. Since it was now getting late, I needed to rapidly make other arrangements to get me to my hotel in Montmartre. After a few enquiries, I managed to drag my luggage onto to a bus that was heading into central Paris. At least we were heading in the right direction.

    After arrival in Paris central, I found a metro that would get me to within walking distance of the hotel. I was very, very grateful when I was finally able to stagger into my hotel and settle into the room for the night. It had turned out to be much complicated that originally intended, but it did serve to remind me that there is usually always a solution to every problem, provided you don't panic.

    I now had a few days to walk, explore and walk some more. I was looking forward to finally having some time alone.
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  • Day 12

    Back to Athens

    October 9, 2012 in Greece ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    Santorini Island Tuesday Oct 9th.

    This is our final day on Santorini, after which our group will disperse with most heading back to Australia. After 5 weeks together in Turkey and Greece we have shared some unforgettable adventures together and I am sure that it will be an experience that we will all cherish for the rest of our lives.

    Yesterday I took a short cruise to the centre of the caldera to visit the volcano. This is a bleak rocky island with multiple craters, some of which are still steaming out rotten egg gas and steam. When you look back from the volcano to Santorini you can still see the unmistakable signs of the massive explosion that rocked this place in 1500 BC. Not only did it obliterate most of the island and created a huge deepwater harbour, but is also created a massive 200 m tsunami that destroyed most life on Crete at the time. Since that massive detonation there have been numerous smaller eruptions, the last one in 1950. In recent months there has been growing activity under the volcano and the magma chamber has greatly enlarged, raising the ground level by about 20cm. There has also been a series of small earthquakes in the region, possibly also heralding that all is not well underground.

    On the volcano itself there are several remote monitering stations. These are hopefully there to provide an early warning should a new eruption become imminent, in which case an immediate evacuation of Santorini would take place.

    While we were there, we observed yet more large cruise ships repeat the daily routine of disgorging and reabsorbing their boatloads of passengers to the shore. It is hard to believe that in a couple of weeks all this will shut down. We are now nearing the end of the tourist season and, by the end of October, just about everything on the island shuts down. I was talking to the owner of our hotel, and she told me that they close the hotel and return to another house they own in Athens for the next few months. This would still be a fantastic place in the cooler season (it never gets cold here) so I don't understand why people only choose to come in the hot and crowded summer months. Since we were at the end of the season it was quieter and an ideal time to come.

    Last night we wandered along the clifftop walkway and watched spellbound at the beautiful lights of Thira scattered all along the steep cliffsides. It was a delightful way to end our Santorini interlude.

    We heard on the news that Athens is likely to be in turmoil when we return, due to a visit by the German chancellor Angela Merkel. The streets will be full of riot police and rooftop snipers. We just hope it does not close the airport. I suppose this is just another adventure for the Ghostriders and I will just have to see what happens. Several times in the past I have found myself in war zones and in the middle of riots, but I have found that if you use common sense and stay clear of the trouble areas there is usually little to fear.

    After I leave Athens, I will be in Paris for a few days before taking the long journey back to Australia. While in Paris I will be finalising some arrangements for our 2013 France Adventure.
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  • Day 11

    Santorini - Day 3

    October 8, 2012 in Greece ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    In around 1600 BC a massive volcanic explosion created the massive caldera that is the main feature of modern Santorini. The remains of the volcano are still active and can be visited via a short cruise from Santorini.

    I decided to risk being blown to smithereens by travelling out to see the volcano at close quarters. It is still a smelly and quite active geological location, but the cruise did give me a chance to view Santorini from a different perspective.

    Fortunately it did not stage an eruption was I was there.
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  • Day 9

    Ripped Off in Santorini

    October 6, 2012 in Greece ⋅ 25 °C

    On my first full day on Santorini, I headed out after breakfast to do some serious walking. We were only a modest distance from the main town on the island, so that is where I headed first.

    Looking at to the caldera, I could see that there were already two huge passenger ships moored there. The daily arrival of these ships was to be a feature of each day on the island. They would arrive early in the morning, then they would transfer thousands of tourists to the island to flood the cafes and tourist shops.

    Once they were exhausted, they we be ferried back to their waiting boats, presumably to have a sleep before dinner. Late in the afternoon, the ships would weigh anchor, and sail to their next port of call. Each day the process repeated. I watched in amazement at the endless line of passengers shuffling off their launches, and wondered how anyone could possibly enjoy this. It certainly wasn't what travel should be all about.

    The pier sits at the base of a steep cliff. Almost everyone takes the cable car up to the town, but a few choose to take a donkey ride instead (presumably so that they can get a few more selfies along the way). Neither option appealed to me, so I did it the hard way - I walked the steep zig zag path down to the water, and then walked back up again.

    I spent some time watching the sad spectacle of the tourists buying bag fulls of tacky souvenirs and overpriced jewelry from the line of shops then explored the walkway along the top of the cliffs.

    By mid afternoon, I was hot, tired and thirsty. While walking I noticed a cliffop cafe, with the name Katrin Gallery. It certainly had a spectacular view down over the caldera and out to the sea. It looked like a likely spot to enjoy a cold drink. It turned out to be a fatal mistake.

    After taking my seat, the pushy waiter tried to talk me into buying a "cactus juice". He explained that it was the specialty of the house, and that I really HAD to have a glass. I replied, that I was not interested in his cactus juice. I really just wanted something simple, like a nice cold milk shake. How hard could that be ?

    He was not impressed, and made it clearly evident that he wanted to boost the cafe's turnover with some on selling. A few minutes later, the milk shake arrived. It was tiny and pretty ordinary, but at least I could sit and enjoy the view while I drank slowly and cooled off a little.

    It was only when the waiter brought the bill that I could see that I had been well and truly fleeced. I had never expected to be charged 25 Euro for a tiny milkshake. I suppose I should have been relieved that I did not order the juice. Goodness only knows how much that would have cost.

    I stormed up to the waiter and disputed the exorbitant charge. No wonder there were no prices on the menu. While I was there I also heard a couple of other customers arguing over the price they had been fleeced for their terrible meal. It was evident that this establishment was one of "those" places that should be avoided at all costs.

    Later in the day I look up trip advisor to see if anyone had had the same bad experience at the Katrin Gallery. It turned out that hundreds of one-star reviews showed that this cafe is just a front for outright theft. It makes a huge amount of money by blatantly overcharging unsuspecting tourists as they climb from the passenger ships. I should have been grateful that I only lost 25 Euro, others had been charged hundreds of Euros for a simple fish dinner for two. I guess I will put it down to being a little older and wiser after the experience. It did serve to give me a bad impression of Santorini, as I could not understand how the authorities could allow this sort of price gouging to give the place a bad name.

    Fortunately, I discovered that other cafes on the island were mostly honest, and provided good meals at a modest charge.
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  • Day 8

    Santorini

    October 5, 2012 in Greece ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

    In the morning we went to the Athens Airport to catch the plane for a short flight to the Greek Island of Santorini. We were booked into the Anemopolis Villa, and that would be our home for the next four nights.

    After arriving at the small Santorini Airport, we were met by the owner of our hotel with his 10 seater minivan. While he drove us the short distance back to our hotel, he ran an ongoing personal commentary about the effects of the GFC and how bad things were in Greece.

    During the conversation, it emerged that he had quite extensive property holdings, including a house in Athens, vineyards and another hotel. He complained bitterly that his taxes had been increased by the Greek Government. Just out of curiosity (and because I am sometimes a bit of a stirrer), I asked him how much tax he actually paid. The answer was around $4,000 a year.

    I was astounded at his answer and looked him in the face. "Don't you realise that you are a wealthy man ?", I said. "In any other country you would be paying many times that amount". He did not seem convinced, but it gave me a clear indication of why things in Greece were so bad. Everyone expected the government to give them handouts and generous pensions, but no one wanted to pay any tax at all.

    After checking in to the hotel, we had some time to wander the nearby area for our first look at the island. Even at this time of the year, the sun still burnt fiercely, and it did not take long for me to get hot and thirsty. I was glad we were not there in the middle of summer.

    Every building in Santorini seems to be painted white, and I gather they are repainted virtually every year. I guess it makes it pretty easy when you need to go to the hardware store to buy some house paint. The colour card would only need a single square - white.
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