Archive for September, 2009

Gone Fishing

September 29, 2009

After a break of 20 years from sea angling, Martin has dusted off his now ancient rod and tackle and headed for the beach on Hari Enfield. His knots and casting are a bit flakey and need some practice, but he hopes to report a catch of some description in the not too distant future when he has discovered the fishing hot spots of Goa. He’s spotted a few likely places but the locals aren’t giving away any secrets.
The one place he doesn’t expect much is the nearest beaches to Margao.

Kefalonia

September 27, 2009

Petani Beach

Petani Beach

After a break of three years we returned to Kefalonia for a week’s holiday. We had some misgivings about what might have happened in the intervening years, particularly regarding development. With the weak pound a lot of prices had more than doubled, we couldn’t get accomodation in Agia Efemia where we like to stay and yes some development was a bit ‘in your face’.

That said, generally property and tourism development have been well controlled and we had a completely relaxed week of not doing anything apart from beach hopping and re-visiting old haunts. The weather was kind, the accomodation, high on a hill overlooking dispiriting Lassi, was excellent. We got through three different hire cars in 48 hours, ate several times at (still) the best restaurant on the island, Stavros Dendrinos, where the menu has remained largely unchanged in eighteen years, picked up a healthy tan and agreed that we would be happy to return in future.

Well done to the Greek and Kefalonian authorities. They have spent loads of Euromoney, but unlike Gordon, they have put it to good use. Although traffic is generally light, there’s even a new highway across the north half of the island, which waits proper connections to the main road system. We guess that it has been built well in advance of increased tourism and a steadily increasing domestic population.

Nearly perfect return

September 24, 2009

Well, we got back home in one piece after our UK and Greece holiday, picking up a son-in-law on the way. Tired but happy and expecting the worst. Actually nothing went wrong while we were away except for monsoon mildew most everywhere and a dead internet connection. Inconvenient yes; frustrating? not any more. We just took a deep breath and started out on what we thought would be a long time without our favourite means of communication. However, our engineer turned up only 12 hours later than he said he would. After several head-shaking minutes while our hearts started sinking, he brightened up and got enthusiastic and then fixed it. Some number had changed itself while we were away, which leaves us with a puzzle… but nevermind everything is working again! More later…..

Tam and Ryan

September 21, 2009

Tamaris Conradie
Martin now has a new son-in-law. His daughter is now known as Mrs Tamaris Conradie and her marriage to Ryan took place in Newquay, Cornwall on 19th September.
Family and friends enjoyed the venue and the weather was more than kind so the ceremony was conducted outside overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. The Hotel Victoria did a professional organisational and catering job and the whole day went smoothly and any hiccups were quickly dealt with.
We are back home tonight and will return to regular blog duties as soon as possible.

Martin’s newest job – tree surgeon

September 5, 2009

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We were attempting to leave our house by taxi on Thursday, a bit hassled because we were running late and the taxi was on time (it does happen). We noticed more traffic than usual backing up the road, then realised why. The heavy rain (yes, we’ve got some at last) had brought down a tree and it was blocking the road.

What to do, as they say on the sub continent. Well, plan A was get the parked cars moved from across the street as this would have allowed traffic to move one direction at a time. No such luck, no sign of the drivers anyway. Plan B, find out if someone could be brought in to cut up/move the offending branches. Yes, ‘someone is coming’, however the ‘someone’ had not been phoned yet (so how they could be ‘coming’ we’re not sure). Anyway, this being 2pm and this being Goa, there would be little chance of an actual arrival much before 5pm.

So plan C was implemented – enter Martin with his trusty saws. Martin and the taxi driver set about the branches, attracting a considerable crowd (none of whom offered to help). Despite torrential rain and being voraciously eaten by ferocious red army ants enough space was cleared to allow cars to pass but not before the tree’s ants and thorns had taken some sizeable chunks out of Martin’s arms.

Traffic problems did continue, given the Goan inability to give each other any space or wait their turn on the road. Efforts by vehicles to push through from both directions at once soon caused another block, and the two policemen at the side of the road did not seem to think it was there job to provide any direction. They just stood there watching the chaos and… holding hands.

Nevertheless, we were on our way soon thanks to Martin’s efforts.