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From the islands
Jul. 14th, 2005 03:54 pmGot to the Aegean islands just in time for a first-class heat wave. The summer winds haven't picked up yet, and humidity is sky-high as a result. Still, weather's quite nice.
Haven't forgotten how to swim, but did forget about how quickly the sun can broil a person - first day on the beach, learned to sorrow that factor-20 sunblock doesn't cut the mustard. (Though now resemble something one serves w. warm butter, not mustard.)
So far, am succeeding at some goals, failing at others. Intended to start regular 5km walks, but chosen route resembles broiling pan in absence of wind (see above). Tried to compromise by striking out on walk down, up Street of Steps to and from island capital (they don't actually call it the Street of Steps, but in absence of an actual name, the flagstone path down the hill really could have no better name); picked wrong time of day, got cooked again, and no place at the bottom of the Street to get anything to drink. Am out of practice on this exercise thing, sadly, and while am normally v. sedentary person, this place brings out desire to be out and about and doing things, not just lolling around. On similar note, have now successfully gone five days without television, not counting time on catamaran ferry in which was unable to avoid morning shows.
Have finally recovered from taxi ride from airport; am convinced taxi driver learned craft from Grand Theft Auto games. Except that in Greece, due to poorly constructed legislation, video games have been outlawed. Courts overturned, but not certain if law got corrected. Perhaps a lesson could be learned by U.S. government in intemperate legislation; unintended consequences can be a bear to overcome.
As aside, this island seems like it would be a great place to set a post-Chosen Buffy fic - combination of modern and ancient, touristy strips in port and along Street of Steps in fairly close proximity to nearly uninabited beach coves, plus an uninhabited and potentially mysterious little island a few hundred yards off the southwest point. Will not be able to write such fic, as temptation for self-insertion would be irresistible.
Perhaps will be able to write other fic, though. Learning more about world of Jack Sparrow in the twenty-fourth-and-a-half century, perhaps enough to hang the story proper upon.
More later. Connection to net brief and spotty, through dial-up line that probably got laid down at the Aegean floor back when the Grateful Dead were merely the Kinda Thankful Ailing.
Close entry.
Haven't forgotten how to swim, but did forget about how quickly the sun can broil a person - first day on the beach, learned to sorrow that factor-20 sunblock doesn't cut the mustard. (Though now resemble something one serves w. warm butter, not mustard.)
So far, am succeeding at some goals, failing at others. Intended to start regular 5km walks, but chosen route resembles broiling pan in absence of wind (see above). Tried to compromise by striking out on walk down, up Street of Steps to and from island capital (they don't actually call it the Street of Steps, but in absence of an actual name, the flagstone path down the hill really could have no better name); picked wrong time of day, got cooked again, and no place at the bottom of the Street to get anything to drink. Am out of practice on this exercise thing, sadly, and while am normally v. sedentary person, this place brings out desire to be out and about and doing things, not just lolling around. On similar note, have now successfully gone five days without television, not counting time on catamaran ferry in which was unable to avoid morning shows.
Have finally recovered from taxi ride from airport; am convinced taxi driver learned craft from Grand Theft Auto games. Except that in Greece, due to poorly constructed legislation, video games have been outlawed. Courts overturned, but not certain if law got corrected. Perhaps a lesson could be learned by U.S. government in intemperate legislation; unintended consequences can be a bear to overcome.
As aside, this island seems like it would be a great place to set a post-Chosen Buffy fic - combination of modern and ancient, touristy strips in port and along Street of Steps in fairly close proximity to nearly uninabited beach coves, plus an uninhabited and potentially mysterious little island a few hundred yards off the southwest point. Will not be able to write such fic, as temptation for self-insertion would be irresistible.
Perhaps will be able to write other fic, though. Learning more about world of Jack Sparrow in the twenty-fourth-and-a-half century, perhaps enough to hang the story proper upon.
More later. Connection to net brief and spotty, through dial-up line that probably got laid down at the Aegean floor back when the Grateful Dead were merely the Kinda Thankful Ailing.
Close entry.