Sunday, September 29, 2013

The story behind me heading to Edinburgh

Scotland has always been in my list of countries to go to in Europe. Even way back when Beth and I backpacked around England, we've always wanted to get to LochNess and explore the cities as well. That never happened. Thus, me adding it to my list on this 1 year of travels. 

So the initial plan last June was to start my Europe trip by taking a train from London to Edinburgh. I tried booking that the night before Alf and I left for Morocco. But for some reason, the website wasn't working and they couldn't process my credit card details. After several trials, I told myself, that's it. I took it as a sign to leave it for a while and decide again once I got back from Morocco. 

Now the thing was, after Morocco and staying over for 2 nights at Alf's place, I had to go to Eastbourne and visit Mum in East Sussex. I didn't bother getting on the net again to check train trips to Edinburgh. From Eastbourne I decided to take the ferry from Dover, cross the English channel, and get to Calais, France. From there, catch the train to Brugge, Belgium. So that's what happened. Scotland eventually fell off the list. 

But then, when I looked for the cheapest flight out of Mallorca, Edinburgh came up again. So, I took that yet as another sign, maybe that was the perfect time for me to be in Scotland. 

So there you go, that was the story behind me suddenly having Scotland back in the picture. But you know, it's not always that everything happens for a reason.

I've not established from my traveling that whatever happens, or how screwed up things can be or vice versa, everything still works out in the end :) It always DOES! :)

Exploring the West Side of Mallorca

I decided to explore the west side of the island, knowing that it had more mountains. Also, after reading the write-ups on Valldemossa and Soler, I was determined more than ever to check out the so much talked about Spanish towns.

I picked up my car rental in Cala D’or and headed off to the main highway. The sun was up and I already felt the intense heat coming my way. It’s been a while since I’ve driven a car. Last time was Newfoundland escapade. It was a little bit scary for me, knowing Spanish drivers can be really crazy. I wondered if that explains the chaotic driving of us Filipinos. Maybe.

I had to drive through Palma de Mallorca, the main city, in order to get through to the West. It was the fastest and most practical. The map I had wasn’t detailed and I didn’t have internet. I got lost, as expected. The way around the highways there can be a little bit confusing. I took the long way, driving through the side roads instead of the main highway.

I couldn’t remember where I was then, but I recall just suddenly deciding to stop and pull over. Somewhere in the Serra de Tramuntena, a hidden curb, I decided to sleep for a while. The heat was taking me down and my lack of sleep just got to me. I had to close my eyes. I woke up after an hour, I felt dizzy and just told myself to get moving. There were dark clouds forming and I wasn’t even halfway to Soller. Oh and to make matters worse, I didn’t book any accommodation for the night.

The drive was really stunning. I realized I missed the mountains so much. Beaches are gorgeous but Ive always found peace in heights. There were a few stops along the way, those deserved moment of appreciation. I remember one scene that was so breath taking that I pulled over to take a photo. For some reason it reminded me of Africa and every time I look at it, the initial reaction comes back.

The way through the back roads were a little bit confusing. Driving through small towns meant maneuvering through the small and narrow streets. It was amazing though how some of the places there allowed people to park their cars even though the space was limited already for the passing by traffic. I decided to pass through the Soller tunnel just to make it faster for me. They charged 6 Euros for a car. I think it was a rip off. But then again, I chose that route so I wasn’t supposed to complain. 

Soller

The skies were slowly getting dark when I finally found the way to the town center of Soller. I quickly looked for the way to the hostel just to realize there was no parking available. So I had to go around the town twice just to find a free parking. The slot was a little bit further away but I didn’t mind. I walked for almost half an hour trying to figure out where the hostel was. When I got there, the front desk told me everything was fully booked. They pointed me to another Casa (house) that might offer a bed for the night. It was still looking positive at that point. But when the lady explained to me that she wanted a long-stay client, that was it for me. I had a feeling it was going to be a sleepless night. She recommended another one just a few blocks away. But when I got there, it was the same case, fully booked and nothing else. That was it. A little bit frustrated, I stopped by a dairy shop and had a chat with the friendly lady at the counter. Through my crooked Spanish, I asked if it was possible for me to sleep at the beach or if it was a safe option. She said she’s never thought about it, but should be fine. That was it for me.

After a few minutes, I decided to hang out the plaza. The banderitas were charmingly hanging on and the buzzy place was getting filled up with locals and tourists alike. I lingered for a while and looked for a café with wifi. I tried to look for another option online but the hotels were darn expensive.The whole of the town was very spanish indeed. There were said to be influences of French architecture. The main church loomed over the center of the plaza.

I reluctantly drove my way to the Soller port and found parking. I figured I’d better assess the situation and
check out the sleeping conditions. I walked around towards the left where the cliffs overlooked the lighthouse. There were a few couples taking photos and slowly heading for the coast, trying to get a glimpse of sunset. I passed by and took photos. The beach wasn’t at all what I expected it to be. It was just a small strip surrounded by gravel stones and the whole stretch was lit by the restaurants and bars that filled up majority of the ports alley. The walk along was really lovely and the night chill was just about fine. Soller is a quaint town on the north west coast of the island. I didn't get the vibe that it was a party area, unlike those I've seen on the east side. The crowd seemed to be more of couples and families. Teenagers weren't that much around and the groups were not rowdy at all. I eventually found a small shop where I can by my tin cans of sardines. From there, I walked along the port and found me a spot facing the water, ate my dinner and watched the lighthouse shine over the stillness of the water. 

The night got filled up with  families looking for a hearty meal. There was a pub that had a lady from the US singing some classic songs. I decided to stay there for a while at the back, and listen to her tunes. Didn't bother buying a drink coz I was on the beach and had my own bottle of beer from the dairy store. Cheap. I slowly faded into slumber as I dozed into dreamland. I was glad the beach chairs were not collected that night, which meant I had at least something to lie on. Her Tina Turner songs filled the air.... I woke up around 1 am, shivering from the chilly air. I only had my long scarf with me as cover. Silly. The pub behind was closed already. I heard a guys voice from a few steps away, getting off the phone. He definitely sounded French. I looked over my shoulder and saw him staring. I thought, it was time to move... After a few minutes, i continued my sleep in the car.

Around Serra de Tramuntana

This wide mountain range on the west side of Mallorca was what originally inspired me to explore yet
Lake Cuber
another area of the island. It was just tagged as a Unesco world heritage site back in 2011. Puig Major seemed to beckon, at the height of 1445m but I didn't have enough strength to explore the highest peak. I drove through the different village as I left Soller. Although I didn't get to the north or south of the mountain range, I was able to at least explore the middle, as I traveled from Soller to Valldemossa. 
There were 2 places that really surprised me. The stupendous and unexpected scenery of lakes were something that I wasn't aware of. The reflections were lovely and I'd say almost in comparison with what the other countries had. 

Lake Cuber was the first one I saw as I went around the winding roads away from Soller. The sun was shining beautifully, which allowed the lake to have stunning reflections. I decided to stop and park, walk and have a wonder around. There were a few people in the vicinity with chairs and fishing rods. I found a guy who I could talk to,but he didn't seem to be in the mood to talk to me at all. So I just lingered and watched. After a few minutes, trying to push his button, I asked if it was possible to have a shower. He said No. point taken. 

Gorg Bleu
I moved and found a few rest stops along the way that allowed people to have a barbeque or picnic just close to Gorg Bleu. Apparently, this was also a much talked about area in the west side. The drive was definitely all worth it despite my lack of sleep. The heat and with no shower that morning was getting to be a little bit annoying. I felt sticky. The lakes seemed to call out to me... jumping was the first thing in my mind everytime I saw a body of water. But of course I wasn't allowed to cause any issues to the water whatsoever in case I'm contaminated. Most probably I am anyway haha.  

Valldemossa

 They say you haven't seen Mallorca if you haven't visited the town of Valldemossa. That made me more curious. With that statement I was expecting it to be really touristy though. But I would understand why. 

As I got off the main highway and entered the town, the overlooking view of the whole place was definitely gorgeous. Nestled by the Serra de Tramuntana, there lies an internationally acclaimed "one of the best" Spanish towns of the country. 

However, if you get to read more about the place, I believe the reputation all came about due to the promotion of different significant names of writers and musicians alike.Chopin, the Polish composer, and his lover, stayed there and also the Austrian writer and traveller, Ludwig Salvator gave enough feedback about the island. The Royal Charterhouse boasts of such beauty looming over the town, which was once a Carthusian monastery.

Last night in Mallorca

It was my last day in Mallorca and I decided to hit Palma late at night coz it was an early flight for me to Edinburgh the following morning. 
It was really weird knowing I'd still go to Edinburgh even though I already thought I'd make a pass on Scotland coz I couldn't work out the train booking back in June. I thought, maybe that was the time I was supposed to be there.

I walked along the beach of Palma and found myself a spot. All of the beach chairs were stacked and chained together. I quietly sat on the beach and hid myself behind the stacks. I chose a spot that was just close to a pub with a spanish guy singer performed. Just the same as the night before, I allowed myself to be serenaded by the sounds. The only song that was familiar was La Bamba. 

I allowed my mind to look back at the days that passed by in Mallorca. It was a weird feeling but I knew I was there for a reason. Still I couldn't work out why. Maybe one day it would all be clear. hopefully.

I woke up around 2 am that time and moved to the car coz it was getting cold again. There were still some crowds who lingered, hoping to catch some fish while they drank their beers. I didn't want to hang around anymore. I had to have at least some decent sleep. I had a few hours of shut eye in the car until the alarm went off. 

As early as 6:30 am, I walked to the beach and found the closest public shower. Early morning joggers were passing by and giving me a look. There I was having a shower in my 2-piece swim suit, shampooing my hair... yeah a weird to see. I didn't care. All I knew was, I had to have a shower before I boarded that plane else I'd be so grumpy. 

Around 8 am, I was on the plane bound for Edinburgh. The silhouette of Mallorca slowly faded out of sight.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Arrivin in Roma

So, yes, it was supposed to be Dublin or Malta. But a last minute decision made me choose Rome. 

Before heading off to Gatwick airport, I had to pass by the China Embassy and pickup my passport. I was so relieved when I got my visa. The guy before me was rejected. I didn't quite understand why though. 

It was gray and raining in London, the usual. I found my way to London bridge station and got off at East Croydon where I waited for my 1:08 pm train to Gatwick. Time flies when you're having fun, READ>>People watching while waiting. 

I was a little bit impressed with Gatwick. Everything was organized and security was strict. First time for my keychain to be taken away from me. But that was fine.

So I arrived in Roma around 6 pm and it was chaos when I got out of the airport. I guess thats typical.

Hostel Des Artes is located along Via Villafranca, just a few blocks from the Termini Station, the main station in Rome.  It was quite dark when I got out of the train station, feeling a little bit tired and woozy, I found my way easily to the place. A lot of Pizzeria places were along the sidewalks and I could hear heaps of Italians that night.

I got an upgrade from a 5-bed dorm to a 4-bed one, although, I couldnt quite use the context "upgrade" anyway. When I got in the lights were off and someone was already sleeping. I creeped in quietly and chose the bed closest to the window. The resto downstairs was buzzing with people having their late dinner. I was famished.

The place required cash only payment and I didnt have enough. So I had to walk to the closest atm machine, just to find out that it wasnt working for my mastercard. bummer. i wasnt in the mood and all i wanted was to have dinner and hit the bed. My fever was building up. A little bit grumpy, I walked back to the hostel and gave them an installment and said id pay the rest the following day. I was glad I was talking to the guy coz he was more nice than the pouty lady.

The pizzeria in the corner was my chosen place coz I didnt want to walk any further. For sure, Rome isnt cheap at all. gee weez! I went downstairs, avoiding the crowd of families and lovers seated outside. The waiter was really cheeky and asked, "table for 2?" I said "1" He said "2?" I said "1" Then he said 2 again, saying me and him. Cheeky. I smiled and said, Id like to sit down.

I ordered the cheapest on the menu which already cost me 4 Euros. Yeah I know, Im cheap, but hey, I knew I can get something more for that price had I been energized to walk further. Anyway, the 4 Euros bought me leaves. Yes, leaves. I felt like a goat. But, it went along with bread. So it was okay.

The waiter gave me a free shot of what they call Lemoncello which he said was on him. At first I thought it would just be tasing Lemony. But apparently it was a spirit. I gulped it down after my dinner. Again, at this point, I was getting annoyed with the waiters and chefs staring at me. Is it always like this in Italy if youre a solo lady traveling?

I walked to the counter and paid my bill. He then again gave me a shot of Lemoncello. This time I asked how much the shot was. He said it was on him again. Okay, now it was sounding dodgy. Then he asked if Im just traveling alone. I said yes, not wanting to chit chat any further. I said goodnight and he reached out his hand and gestured the beso. I shook his hand and of course, just like in French, with that gesture I thought he was just wanting a cheek to cheek. But NO! Gee Weez! If I could only poke his eyes with my 2 fingers I would have! GRRR. He was aiming for me lips. EEWWWW!!!

I quickly walked away and left the place. UGH!

I got back to my room and quietly sneaked under the blanket. My fever was getting worse. The bed was creaking as the dude 2 beds away rolled over. Later on I learned he was also feeling under the weather.

At 5 am, someone walked in. Another dude who just came back from partying.

The early noise of street cleaning could be heard from outside the window. I closed my eyes hoping the fever would go away so I could explore the following day.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Diary challenge

okay, so in a few hours, i'd be flying to Rome, assuming I get my passport in one piece from the China embassy.

the challenge. I'll be in rome for a week. with no laptop. meaning, i won't be able to type my blog. and.... i'd only have my travel diary with me.

let's see how i go with writing things down. i'd better be good at this! I can't always rely on technology ya know! :)

ayt! Back on the road.... bound for Rome! woot! let's see what the road has in store for me this time.

Decisions. Decisions.

So there were a few things that happened before September 10, the date when I was supposed to leave Europe and fly to Beijing.

Due to my negligence, I had to extend 2 weeks in Europe. So here I am at an internet cafe around Elephant & Castle, England... typing this entry. 

Usually I'd say some thing happen for a reason. However, this time, I can't think I can say that (unless something unfolds that I didn't expect). 

So Decisions. 

Having to utilize my paid tickets to China, I figured to rebook the departure date and work out my visa. The thing is, I've always said that if I wouldn't be able to go to Tibet (via China), then I wouldn't bother to explore China. 

So because of the dates that I wanted to explore Tibet, plus the fact that I didn't process my China visa in time... my dream of getting to Tibet (my ultimate destination on my bucket list) didn't pan out based on the tour groups I've contacted.

Then I thought, either stay in Europe for the next month or visit Vietnam. So yeah, decisions decisions. 

But then looking at the airfare prices, I decided I had to work out my China visa so I could get to Asia. Else, I'd be paying almost a thousand worth of a 1-way ticket out of Europe to anywhere in Asia(that's in NZD). Last thing I'd want is to spend too much. 

And so... I decided to go to China embassy early this week and sort it out. 

In hindsight, I think everything is sort of working out. 

So I have another week in England. Instead of staying here, I decided to book a flight to Rome.

I think spending my last week in Europe around Rome would be a great way to end it. 

And who knows, maybe surprises are on its way ;) as it always does On The Road! :)

Last night and morning in Cala D’Or

I cooked dinner on my last night. I picked up a few chicken to combine with Anne’s beef. It was more of stew that I prepared with the hope that Patty would try it out compared to the last dish I made. Adam was applying the last few touches in Petra’s room while Anne had to get her afternoon’s nap before she opened the pub. 

It was getting a little bit late by the time I finished cooking. Adam and I had some moments to chat away whilst he had his break and I cutting the veggies. I guess that was our last opportunity to really talk before I headed off. It was also the last night of the girls so he was just there to finish the painting, have dinner and shoot off for the evening’s events. 

Anne wasn’t awake and Patty wasn’t ready for dinner. Adam and I figured to eat ahead coz we were famished.We talked about a lot of stuff that night. I felt like I was on a limited time with him. I knew he was rushing off coz it was the last night of the girls and he had to go back to his place for a shower and meet up with them. I tried to tell him as much as I can about my experiences on the road. I wasn't sure if he absorbed it at all. I did remember though telling him "There's a season for a reason and there's a season for forever". I gave him a letter with a small gift, a token of appreciation for the moments I shared with him whilst on the island. Anne woke up after a while, refreshed from the afternoon nap. We went back on to the routine of opening the pub and me setting up for the night. 

Lee and his family passed by to say goodbye, and that was when he offered to pay me for the song Freein' My Mind if I sent the mp3 to him. He also shared his photography tips to me. He was really nice to talk to and open to discuss such technicalities. They stayed for a few songs and then said goodbye. 

Adam passed by to pick up the blue bag of bottles that the couple promised him. That was enough booze i guess for the last night of the girls. He hugged me goodbye and I remember he said "I think i'll see you again". he promised he'd write me, but all i could reply to that was "don't make promises you can't keep". 

The night was really quiet after Lee's family left. I didn't recall anybody else walking in. Anne had to leave around 10:30 to pick up Petra from the Airport. So it was just Patty and me left at the bar. I ended up the last set earlier than usual and asked Patty if I could just hang. He was fine with the idea. 

Anne arrived with Petra that night, around 45 minutes after midnight. I was so happy when she finished off my cooking, and even loved the flavours. Anne was raving about it to her. Petra was so lovely and easy to talk to. There was also a calming aura to her. They reminisced a lot about her trip with Anne years ago. They've been really good friends over the years. And even though they haven't kept in touch that much, they'd just pick it up from where they last saw each other. A good friendship indeed. 

Around 2 am Petra said her goodnight and Anne and I lingered for a while downstairs. our last early morning talking at the patio of Patsy Fagan's. I was sure I'd miss those moments. I'd say I still do. Before she went to her bedroom, I gave her a letter and a small token of appreciation too, for everything.. for all the conversations, guidance and laughs that we shared. I know I'd never forget those moments. She hugged me and we said goodnight.

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I was supposed to leave at 9:30 am that morning but stayed for a little while to have breakfast with Anne and Petra. By 11:30 I was still there and Adam was surprised when he arrived for the day’s work. His reaction was, “What happened?”. I said, “Oh I just stayed for breakfast”. Patty woke up as well and had the same reaction.

It was quite difficult for me to say goodbye, although part of me said I had to go. Anne said a day ago that I was going too soon. Maybe. Maybe not. I felt like I lost my balance on things. And the calling to refocus was so intense. 

I said goodbye again to Patty and he smiled at me saying “I know you’ll be back”. He knew I didn’t have a bed for the night and always reminded me that I was welcome to come back if I still haven’t found a place to stay at the end of the day. Anne opened the gate and hugged me. She whispered, “If at any point in time that you feel like coming back while you’re in England….. remember, you’re always welcome to”. I nodded. I knew. She always saw the best in me and said there was sort of a healer in me. She also believed that I was on a higher Spiritual level. She wanted me to stay and help her start the Psychic Development Circle. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. I guess there were a lot of things I wasn’t sure of. Uncertainty has always been part of my trip and honestly, I was in a confused state as to what I really wanted in my life. Although, I noticed that the moment I knew I’d get attached to a place or person, all I’d feel strongly about was to run away. Besides, I was falling for someone on the island, and I knew had I stayed it would have just juggled my mind again. I’ve always told myself to stop myself from falling for someone whilst on this trip or else it’ll just spoil everything and unbalance my thoughts and emotions. Last thing I’d want to happen unless I knew for sure it was the same on the other end. On this case, I knew he wasn’t into me. 

Adam carried my Terra backpack and walked me to the car. I decided to rent a car for 2 days and explore the west side of the Island, and perhaps hike the mountains. We chatted for a while until we said our goodbyes. We both agreed that we didn’t really liked goodbyes but anyway He hugged me and I hopped in the car. Before I accelerated out of the corner, I waved at him from a distance and went on my way.

Mallorca Road Trips with Anne

Anne and I had a few road trips while I was there. The minor ones were the short but still fun trips to the grocery and the dropping off the garbage. The major ones though were so much filled with adventure and memorable times.
parallel highway

Our first one was a trip to Sant Salvador, a monastery located near the town of Felanitx. The winding road was a little bit of a challenge for driving but the views were stunning. When we got to the end of the road and reached 509 meters of altitude, the panoramic views were amazing. The whole stretch of the Serra de Tramuntana was at us from a distance, the west side of the island. There were a few people who explored the place. Anne and I found a shady place and sat there for a while, taking it all in. 

Petra Church
I remember that day being our main objective was to get a part welded for Patty. The shop was closed when we got there coz it was siesta time. So we decided to get on the road and explore. There were moments that we'd just get lost and laugh. But one of the most memorable time was when Anne was driving in parallel with the main highway. It was hilarious coz people were just looking at us, must have been thinking, what are those loonies doing. So yeah, the intention was to get to the main highway and figure out how to get to our destination. But then for some reason we ended up on a road that seemed to still be leading to somewhere. Anne and I were laughing when a tourist bus passed by. She immediately asked me to hide the map so the people on the bus wouldn't see. I looked at her, lost, thinking why would they check, but I still hid it anyway. Then we just burst out laughing. Good times. 

The second time we went on a road trip was a whole day affair. Okay, so here was the thing. I had mywindow open that morning and Anne did mention that if I didn't wake up with a knock on the door, that she'd peek through the window and call me out. The latter she did indeed at 7AM! and what happened? I just flipped and fell down on the floor and managed to break a mug. I just couldn't figure out how the whole scene happened. But for some reason I got scared when she whispered my name through the window. It took me a minute I think, just to get up. But, man, Anne just couldn't stop laughing. And even till the last day I was there, every time she'd remember that moment, she'd just burst out laughing. Well, it was hilarious but embarrassing as well. 

Sanctuary de Cura
That day was filled with visits to the monastery. Anne wanted to explore different places on the island which she hasn't visited yet. We started with the town of Petra. The vibe and energy of the place was amazing and for some reason, of all the town on the east side of Mallorca, that was the one where I felt more at home. Not just because it was quiet, but because there was something peaceful about the whole town. Petra was a little bit north east from Cala D'or. It's been known as the home town of Father Junipero Serra, a Spanish Franciscan friar who started 9 out of the 21 Spanish missions in California from San Diego to San Francisco. There was a nearby  museum that we visited. The gentleman married to the caretaker was kind enough to open the gate for us even though his wife was out. They just asked for donations in return. The whole museum contained letters, magazines, photos and architectural layouts of the different monasteries Fr. Juniper spearheaded. It was definitely amazing and inspiring. 

After that were a few more trips to a few more different monasteries. Santuari of Mont Zion located betweenthe mountains of Randa and Sant Salvador. It's summit is 250 meters and within the municipality of Porreres, a town in Mallorca. The arches were really pretty to look at but the middle was a little bit bare, just having a small well to ornate the massive space in between. There was a lady who we had a quick chat with, and with my crooked spanish, I asked if she was a Monk. She said she wasn't. Apparently she was just there for holiday. The place was very quiet and we were the only 2 souls around. The silence made us whisper to each other. We visited the chapel and then headed on our way to the next destination. 
Sanctuary de Consolacio

The Sanctuary De Cura was so far one of the best we've visited. There were a few people over there but it didn't bother us because of the spacious grounds it had. So far, we believe it was the highest of all we've visited, reaching 543 meters above sea level, which must explain the presence of radio comms equipment in the area. I guess that was the only thing that sort of spoiled the ambiance. 

The Sanctuary is located on the summit of Randa mountain range in the municipality of Algaida in boundary limits with Llucmajor, another town in Mallorca.  Apparently this area was once the refuge of hermits, who wanted to seek shelter from the rest of society and focus on the ideal setting of physical separation. 

Anne and I had lunch there. The views were lovely too and we savored the free time whilst discussing a few things. As I write this entry, part of me misses those times when we'd just talk about stuff, with no judgment whatsoever but just enjoying the exchange of ideas, perspectives, worries, doubts and mixed with the laughter and smirks. 

Anne with alpaca
It was around 5 pm when we had to hit the road again and find our way back to Cala D'or. However, we didn't really felt like heading off. 

The last road trip we went on was the best. We visited Anne's sanctuary, called Sanctueri de Consolacio which was just a few minutes drive from Cala D'Or. People i'd say wouldn't frequent the place since it was a little bit off the beaten track, and not on the list of places to go to. However, it would be in places like these that you'd find a special connection. The moment would be more intimate and there were so many opportunities to have silent and reflective moments. Plus, there were 200+ steps up the monastery, which added up to the vibe of the place.

We met a lady by the name of Tina, who's been taking care of alpacas and llamas, she was also into the therapy sort of field, even with kids. She was originally born in Germany, but moved to Mallorca for several years. The family she's been showing around were also from Germany. She did speak fluent Spanish though. We chatted with her for a while and she exchanged details with Anne. It was really cute how the alpaca would stare at us, wrapped in her white fur. After some time we stayed for a while in the chapel, choosing different pews to have the silence to ourselves. The German family was also walking around and the Mother sat quietly at the back. I might have dozed at some point, but I do remember clearly what I was thinking about when I was there. 

After a while, we walked around the area and checked out the different sides of the Monastery. We found the small swing that was tied to a tree. Also, there was a lovely view where we though would be a good place to have people do meditations if ever she does push through with the concept of the Circle. On the way down the hill we stopped by an almond  farm where we tried our best to reach out for a few. I was a little bit reluctant at first, hearing voices from the farm. But Anne was happy with the idea so I guess it was safe? Anyway, as we walked further, we found ourselves a wild fig tree. Anne's eyes just got so big, which meant we started picking the good ones. It was so cute how she gets so excited about figs whenever we see one. I'd usually reach out for the taller ones, not that I'm saying I'm tall. But i'd usually try to climb a branch just to reach out for it. I recall before we got back in the car, Anne said, "I can feel the love coming". She always had this feeling that I'd meet my Mr.Right in Mallorca. 
To finish the day, Anne took me to the beach coz we agreed we'd go swimming. I really enjoyed that afternoon though Anne found it really annoying to be walking on a rocky beach. I couldn't blame her. But she did allow me to go swimming in the deep. So I think I spent an hour, swimming far away from the crowd, to the deeper and crazier tide, near the cliffs. There I found a father and son from Madrid who I joined in... jumping off the cliffs. Ahhhh, such fun. super fun I'd say. That was my first time to go swimming in Mallorca. And it was my second to last day. <sigh>

Life in Cala D'Or Mallorca

My stay in Mallorca has been filled with memories with a bunch of people who I’ve met both in Patsy Fagan’s and outside. I wouldn’t say it’s been sleepless nights, it’s just been usually late nights of slumber for us. 

with the bunch (beside Ann)
The first few days we usually had Pauline and Chris with us, a couple from South West of Ireland. We’d usually lock the gates to the pub and still stay outside, having laughs and sharing stories till around 4 am in the morning. Apparently this was the case even before I arrived. I’d say that my memories of Patsy’s were filled with Pauline’s jokes and the early morning exchanges we had. On my first night, they had me take out the guitar and we just jammed whilst Pauline chose some tunes on the Irish song book, majority of which I’ve never heard before. There was a time that we chatted about “ducks”, pertaining to “frogs”, read..>> useless and heartbreaker men. Pauline said, “if it talks like a duck, walks like a duck and sounds like a duck, then it must be a duck.” Then she pucker her lips and make a unique sound. We’d all crack up laughing. I wasn’t successful in producing such sound until my last few days. Only Anne noticed. But yeah, they were such a lovely couple to hang out with. They said they’ll be back late October, when the islands a little bit quiet. She always reminded me that I’d have a place to stay if one day I decide to pass by her town, and perhaps set me up for some gigs. Along with Pauline and Chris’ company were 2 girls from France. Leslie’s part of 3 bands back home and joined me twice on stage. Her voice was so stunning, deep but full of volume. It was so great to have her, as we did a little bit of spontaneous harmonizing. We exchanged details and they told me that if ever I visit their town, I’d be more than welcome to join her for some gigs. 

One of the things I really liked about Fagan’s was the crowd. It was more family oriented which was one of the reasons why it appealed to me. There weren’t that much rowdy crowds nor noisy teenagers. Some do pass by but they wouldn’t usually stay long. They’d usually move on to the karaoke bars. That’s when I learned that British people had the reputation that they liked Karaoke on the island. Go Figure. 

signboard
There were late nights when we’d close up the bar around 5 am and head for bed. That only happened for 2-3 nights. Some of them were sleeping at 4 am, just because Anne and I would chat away through the morning. I recall only one instance when it was only Patty had a serious conversation going on with me at the patio. And that was till 4 am, with Anne. Oh yes, I remember that night. It was when Anne accompanied me to look for a certain person who owed me money. Yes, how stupid can I be to lend money just because the person was a fellow Filipino. I’ve learned my lesson. Adam and I had 2 moments when we head out, I guess after the 2nd one, that was it for me. I did apologize the following morning if I said or did anything stupid. I felt like I've embarrassed myself a lot. Mixing drinks, i.e. tequila + vodka + beer, has never been advisable anyways. It was unavoidable sometimes though, when the customers would buy me a drink. I’d just usually say yes rather than No, not wanting to offend anyone. But going towards my second week, I started drinking glasses of water trying so much to stay clear of alcohol. The heat was intense and I wanted to do a certain amount of cleansing at least. 

I would perform from 9-12 pm. Cala D’or rules included no noise pollution after midnight. Well, at least, not the vavaboom decibels annoying neighbours. Even though there were heaps of establishments, pubs, restaurants, there were still local occupants. Although, Patty did mention that the police can be a little bit biased with reprimanding pubs. If it was a Spanish owned place, they’d be more lenient. But because Anne and Patty were from Ireland, they’d immediately tell them off, which was what happened before. This goes to the history of the pub which they bought 6 years ago. Apparently, it took them 2 years before they could actually launch the place. Anne encountered a lot of hiccups with the place, more of starting it up with the water, etc. I found it that without the knowledge of the language can also be a little bit daunting. If you’re in a foreign country, I’d say immerse in the culture and befriend some people around. But in saying that, Anne was right, it’s sort of difficult to do that because some people can start gossips. 

It’s been 2 months since I’ve played the guitar. I left my Luna behind at Mum’s and the only instance that I had the chance to play a guitar was back at the Goodbye Lenin hostel in Zakopane and the one in Hostel Meteora, Greece. So imagine me, playing every night in Mallorca. The first few days meant sore finger tips, callouses reforming again. The guitar strings were a little bit rusty too, good thing they had a new set. However, it was still a different one. Now that I’ve been reunited with my Luna, I realized I’ve replaced the strings with something new, which lasted longer and didn’t hurt the fingertips as much. 

I had a long repertoire of songs, well for me it was long. But then I realized it wasn’t enough. Yonathan who was working in the restaurant across the street, did mention that I’ve been playing the same songs. Fair enough. I tried to learn a new song or two in the day, only if I had time. Patty placed a sticker on the big Patsy Fagan’s Irish Pub sign outside, it was green that read “Jowe on stage tonight, keyboards and guitar”. He asked me if that was okay and at first I told him I wasn’t used to having my name on signs. But eventually I said yes, I figured, nothing to lose anyway. 

There was hope that with a musician on stage, that people would be coming in. The business was a little bit in limbo and we had to recover expenses. It was quite difficult most especially it was at the end of a street, where people wouldn’t usually pass by unless they arrived from the train. In saying that, the train passengers only served to be advantageous during the day. That’s where the hut came in. A few months ago they put up a small hut that sold ice cream, milkshakes, sausages and drinks. That was Adam’s area. He would put up chairs outside, a big white umbrella and I told Patty to turn on some music to get the attention of passersby. There were high hopes that the hut would at least bring up ROI’s. 

with Mckenzie and Erin
In a way I was a little bit disappointed with myself coz I wasn’t able to draw a bunch of people. It was a little bit challenging. Some would listen from outside or some would even be bold enough to just lean on the arches and listen to a few songs. I’ve only known a few cover songs, but with the role that I had, I was supposed to play heaps of that. I was able to play a few of my cover songs too, but of course, it was best to make sure that the crowd can sing along. 

There were more families who would pass by with the kids. Mackenzie and Erin were successful enough to make me cry. They were the kids of Danielle and Daniel from England. After a few evenings of listening to me, Danielle their Mom, said that they’ve been singing my song “Freein’ My Mind”. That brought me to tears. And so on their second to last night, they sang it with me on stage, a night to remember for sure. 

McBrown Family
There was also Lee’s family, a Photographer from England, who came back now and then gain within the week. He’s been really nice on my last night, as he offered to pay me so would send him an mp3 of the song Freein’ My Mind. It seemed to be the favorite so far. We also had the chance to discuss about softwares for post processing Photography. Whist in England, I sent him my MP3 and have heard back from him. I was just told that its now included in the family’s fave list of music. 

Another group was Mary, Sean and Shay who would always go on holiday in Mallorca. For years they've been visiting the pub and last year when it wasn't open, they were a little bit disappointed. Mary was so sweet and I really liked her personality. The 2 boys were also so pleasant and easy to talk to. They're all from Ireland and I've been in contact with them even after. Sean requested a copy of the Freein' My Mind too, which I gladly sent over. 

Anne and Patty were okay with me going out after a night of music. They always said “make sure to have fun”. One of my realizations though was that I couldn’t drink alcohol every night… unlike when I was in College (Uni). I think there’s more room for a sensible conversation when sober. Besides, I was in an environment that was new to me. 

The beach was just a 5-minute walk from our place. One of my regrets was the fact that I haven’t gone
with Lee's family
swimming in Cala D’Or. Ironically, the only time I went for a swim was when we went a little bit further on one of my road trip moments with Anne. But then again, I was so burnt already when I was in Athens and Santorini. Last thing I wanted was to turn black. 

There were a few people I met around. One of the significant ones was Jose, a 40+ guy who was born French, but grew up in Spain and have been living on the island for so many years now. His fluency in English was impeccable but moreover, his accent. He was very eloquent with all of these 3 languages and I was just impressed. He’s been working at the internet café/restaurant which was just stone throw away from our place. I was supposed to be practicing Spanish with him, but we always ended up chatting in English. He had a 13-year old son who was on vacation with his grandparents over the summer. 

with Mary, Shay & Sean
I found it a little bit weird when people asked my age. Even Anne found it a little bit strange. Some of the neighbours would pass by and the old limping gentleman would ask me and say “muy linda” and in his Spanish say that I looked 19 years old. Yeah yeah. Must have been some eye problem or something. A lot of the customers asked my age too. Anne and I agreed to answer that I was 19… just for the fun of it. 

There were times when I’d help Patty with some of the stuff that he’s been doing. With the plan to convert the place to a Psychic Development house in winter, we had to clean up the patio on the second floor. Patty wasn’t supposed to be carrying heavy stuff, so I helped him bring down some of the chairs and blocks. He’s sort of a quiet gentleman with a few moods going on most especially when he had his mind busy on something. He was sort of an electronic genius, tinkering with something and usually hanging out in the basement where his main work area and tools were. He liked the typical Irish cuisine and we would agree on a fish meal. I rarely had the chance to talk to him, as one of his ear had problems. However, Id usually tell Anne that it was more of selective hearing because I’ve observed times when he’s hear clearly even though Anne was whispering. We’d just laugh when I blatantly blurted it out. There were times when the couple would have their own feats, but that’s a different story altogether. Patty was always set on his way, needless to say, he was very much used to the type of food he’d eat. Both of them told me about it, and yes, I did observe that too. Of course, there was no judgment from my part. 

Adam, on the other hand, was on a different stage of his life. More on the discoveries, learnings and well, a
with Adam
bit of partying too. I met his Polish friends, who he’s travelled with, hitch hiking around Europe. I didn’t quite have the chance to talk to them really in terms of lone meaningful conversations. I’d just walk away when they communed and started talking Polish. They had a few girls over too, one of which was Adam’s “girlfriend”. Adam, I found was smart and very inquisitive. He desired to learn and would have deep conversations with me and Anne. Both Anne and I were very much fond of him and I guess he was well aware of it too. I did enjoy the discussions I had with him. He wanted me to share my adventures on the road and perhaps learn a bit from my experience. At his age, there’s a certain desire to feed from an adrenaline rush. I can’t blame him. I was the same back then. He wanted to get into the renewable energy area, with the hope that he’d move to Melbourne, Australia and pursue that field. Civil Engineering wasn’t really his interest, though I noticed he was more into Astronomy and Technology. Hopefully by the time he gets home, he’d figure out what he wants to do. All in due time. 

Even way before, I’ve never been used to getting stared at by Men. I felt like I was either getting stripped off visually or I might be looking weird. Either of the two made me so uncomfortable. The thing was, on the island, I got stared at and sometimes got hit on. Anne knew that I detested it. Some girls would like it, but I just couldn’t bear the thought of it. I wouldn’t usually wear skimpy shorts and singlets, but because of the intense heat, I just felt more comfortable with that attire. I had a few bad memories of getting hit but I’ll leave it unexposed on this blog.

On Sundays, I’d go to the only church in CAla D’Or, and listen to a Spanish mass. It sort of reminded me of back home. For the 2 Sundays that I’ve been there, I’ve met 2 different Filipina ladies. One lived in Madrid and another one lived on the Island working part time.

During my free time I’d grab the chance to practice music or read a few things. I rarely do so though coz usually Anne and I would be off to something. On my second to last day I offered to help paint the other room, knowing that Petra, Anne’s friend, would be arriving soon. It was hard labor but I found it fun most especially with my ipod on. 

There was a time when I cooked dinner for them. I prepared my usual pineapple chicken mixed with herbs, a typical Filipino dish, though I add a little bit of my own signature on it. Anne loved the flavours and Adam was also delighted with my cooking. However, Patty wasn’t impressed at all, most especially coz it had chicken bones. He heated left overs of the previous night and kept silent after giving me the feedback. I wasn’t offended, I guess it was fine knowing that he was very much used to the Irish cuisine. 

Majority of my moments and memories were either of the stage, audience, road trips with Anne or conversations with Adam. Anne and I had so many rich conversations may it be day, night, on the road or in the car. And these I’d always cherish as my fond memories of Mallorca.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Enroute Mallorca

It was still dark when I got to the airport. It’s when I’ve got a significant amount of waiting time in airports that I’d miss my guitar so much. 

The cheapest flight that I could find from Thessa to Mallorca was via Munich, Germany. Go figure. All I knew was I had to arrive in Palma before 5, as what Ann told me.

A few weeks ago before I decided to head for Mallorca, I’ve been emailing and contacting some hosts via the helpex site. There was a point earlier on in my Europe trip that I just wanted to stay for a while in a place and stop moving. I believe I was in Santorini when I was deciding what my next destination was after Greece. So I took it as a sign that whoever replied to me first on the helpex site would be my next place. And that was Anne.

Anne and her partner Patty owned an Irish pub by the name of Patsy Fagan’s on the island of Mallorca, Spain. It was located in Cala D’or, a resort area on the east side of the island. The write up on the helpex site mentioned that they were looking for someone who can play music at night and keen to help in the kitchen/bar in exchange for accommodation and food. I figured it was about time I tried something in that kind of environment since I’ve always wanted to try working in a pub and since it was coupled with my chance to play music, I grabbed the opportunity. I did give her a heads up though that I didn’t play any Irish songs which she said was fine. 

I was a little bit anxious on my way, not knowing what to expect. All I could do was to pray that my hosts were okay and easy to get along with. In hindsight, the only thing that went amiss was the fact that I neither read nor researched about the background of the island. It was only when I got there after a few days that I did find out.

I arrived in Palma around 4:30 pm and was a little bit concerned that Anne might have been waiting too long since I had to collect my backpack. After 2 calls I was finally to get a hold of her and figure out where I could easily spot her. She was a petite lady with glasses, slight blonde hair and a big smile. We hugged each other spontaneously and from that moment it just felt right and I felt at home quickly. Before heading out Anne offered to stop for a coffee. We sat outside the car park café and she gave me a quick blurb about the business, where’s it at and she did mention about a Polish bloke by the name of Adam who was helping out. She described Patty and gave me a little bit of a heads up. She did commend Adam a lot though and couldn’t stop raving about his good qualities, personality and I guess the depth of his mind. 

We picked up a couple who they’ve met at the pub a night before. She gave them a lift to one of the well-known long beach in Palma and agreed to collect them once she’s picked me up from the airport. They were a lovely couple on their honeymoon. 

The drive from Palma to Cala D’Or was an hour, not including the minutes we spent getting lost. It was hilarious when we were going around in circles. Anne was cool on the wheel though. There were olive farms along the way and the stretch of highway showcased the dry land that Mallorca had. Apparently it’s been months since it last rained. 

Mallorca or can also be spelled Majorca, is an island located east off the mainland Spain. Geography-wise it can be located in the Mediterranean Sea and is the largest island in the Balearic Islands Archipelago in Spain. The etymology of the name comes from the Latin term “insula major” or larger island. It’s main city is Palma, located a little bit south-center of the island. It was founded by a Roman camp called Palmaria. In 1983, Palma was established as the capital of the Autonomous Region of the Balearic Islands. On to the west side of the Island is the acclaimed UNESCO World Heritage Site (2011) Serra de Tramuntana. Reading through the variety of influential names that were tied with Majorca, I wondered what was there with the island itself that it drew and gave some great artists such inspiration. It was only later on when I learned that former no.1 tennis players Rafael Nadal and Carlos Moya were born in Mallorca. A lot of writers, and even Polish composer Chopin, stayed on the island and produced such great compositions. Poets and even the likes of Agatha Christie stayed there and even started a list of short stories.

The whole island was a big holiday resort spot for numerous Europeans but mainly, British, Germans, Polish, Irish and Scandinavian countries. In summer, the whole place they say becomes a massive party scene. There was a specific resort in the west of Palma that was known to be a crazy outpost of people who just wanted to get drunk and perhaps laid. All of these I didn’t know till I got on the island. Apparently the whole of it had a different reputation. And a lot of people were surprised that I was going there. 

We arrived at Cala D’Or after over an hour. The place was coloured white and surrounded with arches. I honestly found it really cool and pleasing on the eyes. The pub was still closed so we walked up the flight of stairs. Patty was in the kitchen and I got introduced. He was a typical Irish guy look, with glasses and cheery smile. My bedroom was still getting painted so I had to put my stuff temporarily in the other room. I eventually got to meet Adam. He wasn’t your typical looking Polish. His hair color was darker though. Apparently he was from Wroclaw a little bit northwest of Krakow. He was painting the edges of the room with blue and I noticed his tattoo that read “The Limitless Life”. Not sure where he got the inspiration from. We chatted for a while until dinner was served and I got more introduced to the bunch. 

That was my “home” for the next 2 weeks. And oh boy, it was a stint of learnings, adventure and realizations for me.

My last day in Greece

I woke up the following morning with Phoebe and Felix gone already. Hannah and Adele were just sorting out a few last minute stuff before heading off to Thessaloniki. 

I had my shower and started packing up. I was able to catch Dimitris in his office and asked if I could leave my bags for a while coz I had to go around town and buy a few things before I left. 

One of the things that annoyed me was my damaged adaptor. The only one that I had with me since I left NZ. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get a similar one in Greece, let alone Trikala. But Dimitris pointed me to an electronic shop, so I was hoping they had one I could use around Europe. 

Photo by Adele (Me, Hannah & Adele at Thessaloniki)
The shop was just a few blocks away but good that they had one for Europe. It was much smaller than I expected to be but it was cheap and I thought it was work perfect for me. After that, I had to print out a few music sheets as preparation for Mallorca. As I was walking past a few shops a lady suddenly called me over. At first I asked if it was me she was calling out to or not. I then realized she was a Filipina. She was very friendly and accompanied me to look for a computer shop. She’s been living in Trikala for years now, and her 2 children have been working in Athens. She gave me her calling card and advised me to try and apply for jobs around. 

I got back to the hostel and found Dimitris cleaning up the place. I was really impressed because for a guy, he was really tidy. Well I guess if you own a hostel you should be, right? I sorted out my stuff for the last time before I headed out. I gave him the key and said goodbye. He shook my hand then kissed me on the cheeks. As he walked out the door, he said “Goodbye Jowe”. There was something with how he said my name. Couldn’t figure out what though. 

I quickly ran to the bus station coz the main one was half an hour away via shuttle. As I got to the main station, I found a guy smiling at me and remembered it was one of Dimitris’ friends who heard me play the other night. 

I found the bus to Thessaloniki and dozed off along the way. 

It was around 4ish in the afternoon when we arrived in Thessa. I went on a bus road trip, catching the wrong one, getting off the wrong stop and whatever. By the time I got on the last bus, I was so pissed off. But hey, I got to my accommodation in the end. 

I was able to catch up with the Hannah and Adele which was really good. We watched the sunset beside at the wharf while eating the last remains of a Greek dessert delicacy. We talked about a lot of stuff and I always found it easy to chat with them despite our massive age difference. As it got dark I had to say goodbye coz I had to wake up at 4:30 to get to the airport. I hugged them goodbye and went on my way back to the hostel.

Meteora, Greece

Phoebe, Felix, Adele, Hannah and I decided to catch the 9 am bus to Kalambaka. We brisk walked our way through Trikala town and found the bus stop. 

Meteora was said to be formed 60 million years ago during the Paleogene Period. The different phases of geographic land formation contributed to what can now be seen humungous sandstone rock pinnacles protruding off the earth. The lines formed on the rocks were said to be caused by a prehistoric sea.

Exact dates of the initial building blocks of the monasteries are yet to be known. In the early to mid 1300’s, a
set of people from Mount Athos moved to Meteora. The only means of getting to these monasteries were by climbing a long ladder. That served the purpose of security for the monks. In the 1400’s, during the Turkish raids, the hermit monks found the monasteries as their refuge. It’s sad to think though that World War II (yet again) caused anguish when they bombed the area and robbery of art treasures were rampant. As of this day, only 6 monasteries remain. 

Meteora in Greek meant “middle of the sky” , “suspended in the air” or “in the heavens above”. It has been included in the UNESCO world heritage site and is known to be one of the most important complexes of Eastern Orthodox monasteries in Greece, second to Mount Athos. 

There was a bus from the town of Kalambaka to the biggest monastery in Meteora known to be The Holy Monastery of Great Meteoron. I found it a little bit daunting when we got there, seeing the big tourist buses parked before us. Heaps of people were already out and about, snapping photos here and there. We realized that the monastery was only open by lunchtime. We didn’t have time to go back there, but we decided to walk around the premises and check out the walls. All of the monasteries had a long staircase before you get up to the entrance. 

We continued on and found a pathway down to one of the rocks. We stopped there for a few photos with one of the monasteries in the background. After a few minutes we continued on to the area with a good panoramic view. I found a crevice underneath one of the rocks where we settled for our lunch break. It was perfect, with shade and a view of the whole stretch of rocks and hanging monasteries. After eating our food, we decided to take jump shots just right off the edge. Cute.

On the way back, we walked a few kilometers already in the intense heat of the sun. It was around 2ish in the afternoon. Adele and Hannah were thinking of hitching a ride back to Kalambaka so decided to stick the thumb out at some point. A lot of cars just passed by and gave us the look. We all found it weird that people didn’t even stop. Apparently, we were the only ones walking on the road. Everyone were either on the tourist bus, car or motorbike/scooter. Oh well. It might have taken us half an hour before someone stopped and gave us a lift. Phoebe and Felix said they were fine to walk back to town since they were planning to use their Rail pass to get on the train. We found out that the couple who gave us a lift was from France. 

photo by Adele
We got off at Kalambaka and said thank you to the couple. We then looked for a post office to drop of our postcards. When we go to the bus terminal, we found the other girl who was staying at the hostel was from Cyprus. We all hopped on the bus and settled in our seats, exhausted. We picked up a few passengers along the way, and was surprised to see Phoebe and Felix get on the bus. Apparently, the train times wouldn’t have worked out. 

That night we exchanged details and also just relaxed after a long day. Hannah and I were goofing of while playing ping pong in the room. It was our last night, but I had so much good and fun memories with the bunch.  

I was leaving Greece via Thessaloniki, so I exchange mobile numbers with Adele so I could catch up with them when I got there.

Great company in Trikala & Meteora

I woke up to some fumbling after few hours of sleep. The dude on the top bunk beside me was gone and the dude on the lower bunk across me was up already. He was from Irish and traveling around Eastern Europe for a few weeks. I do believe his name was Mark, but yeah, I feel like it’s been so long ago as I write this entry. He was the first Irish bloke I’ve met on this travel that I found different (in a good way) from the rest of the party ones. He sounded very matured and sensible. He did like the less touristy places and seemed to be enjoying exploring on his own. 

I decided to walk around that morning and look for a place to have a bite. I allowed myself to get lost through the streets of Trikala until I found the only mosque I noticed in town. I was about to start doing my photography when I realized the lid didn’t budge. Pissed off, I walked back to the hostel to figure it out and perhaps find if Dimitris had a tool so I could fix it. 

Mark was still there when I got back. He eventually fixed it which I was really happy about. There were new arrivals when I entered the room. A Kiwi couple by the name of Phoebe and Felix and 2 girls from England by the name of Adele and Hannah. I said hello and quickly head on and explored the old town then the flight of stairs to the tower. Good thing it was for free, so I just walked up and took some overlooking photos of the town. There were mountain ranges that surrounded Trikala. Later on I found out from Dimitris that there were lakes and falls nearby which were good for exploring. 

I stopped at the only café at the carpark of the tower and lingered for a while whilst sipping my coke. I was about to doze off when I saw a group coming up behind Dimitris. It was everyone from the hostel who he’s walked up to the tower. They stopped at the café for food and drinks. Dimitris signaled me to join which I lazily gave in to. That’s when we got to chat and know a little bit about the background of each other. 

One of my good memories of Trikala was the people I met. I found that this group I traveled with had good chemistry. It goes without saying that I also had a great time with Dimitris and his friends. 

Phoebe and Felix were in the Medical field and doing their gap year. After traveling around Europe, they
Photo by Dimitris
were to finish the trip volunteering in India. I found it so amazing and inspiring. It was so easy to talk to them and as always, I’ve never had a hard time mingling with the few Kiwis I’ve met on this trip. There was such a calming feeling when talking to them. Phoebe was very inquisitive and curious about things, and she’d ask some questions here and there. It was good though because that showed she was interested to learn about the people around her. Felix had a comedic side and was chatty too. 

Hannah and Adele were school mates and was their first time to travel together. They’ve been doing some helpex/wwoofing kind of travel, just the same as what I’ve done. They were bound for Italy to work in a hostel for a few weeks. I didn’t have any trouble hanging out with them too. They were very open minded and inquisitive too. Everyone just jived so well and I enjoyed hanging out with them. Adele was interested to visit the Philippines one day. I was keen to give her some tips when the time comes. 

Dimitris on the other hand was on his early 30’s and owned Hostel Meteora. Apparently their family owned another hostel in Thessaloniki. He’s been in motorbikes since his teens. It was really cool when he showed me a few photos of his first few bikes,adventures, races and awards. He was a cool guy with a sense of humour. 

Photo by Dimitris
On one of the nights, I met a few of his friends who he invited for BBQ. It was a fun night for me coz they were trying to teach me some Greek tunes on the guitar. His friends Teo (Thodoris Θοδωρής) and Fedon (Φαίδωνας) also played the guitar. The lounge area downstairs where the bar was had a guitar, small keyboard and the Greek instrument, Greek Baglamas. They also asked me to listen to one of the well- known Greek singers. One of the things I’d always remember was what his friend Teo told me, “Always sing from the heart and believe in yourself. Its only when you believe in yourself that people will believe in you”. I nodded with my head and heart… thankful for the words that I knew I’d take with me once I got to Mallorca, Spain. 

On our last night, Dimitris accompanied us to town to get the cheapest beer we could find and drink at the usual place where locals would hang out. That was a good way of experiencing the local scene without the need of doing any pub crawls. The 3 Aussie girls and dude from the US just arrived that day but they joined us for the nights’ events. A few of his friends joined us on the bridge who I ended up talking about bikes.