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Interrupting my chronological travel stories to talk about today’s news. As of this posting, the 2,000+ earthquakes per day that southwest Iceland has been experiencing have slowed. That is not as good as it sounds, as in the past, a lessening of earthquakes has meant that a volcanic eruption is imminent. They say the amount of potential magma is much greater than past eruptions, making this a particularly significant eruption. One town has been evacuated, and the country just waits.

The reason I’m mentioning this volcano in my blog (apart from the fact that it is a desperately frightening story) is that I am scheduled to fly to Stockholm on Thursday, returning Sunday. If my trip has to be cancelled due to an ash cloud like the one that grounded European flights for a week back in 2010, well, that’s fine – I can always book a last minute train trip to London or a car trip to East Anglia or wherever. But what if I get there and then I’m trapped in Stockholm? Yes, I realise this is waaaay up the first-world-problems ladder. And any other time this wouldn’t be the huge worry that it currently is. My concern is that I leave for Canada two weeks today. I kinda need to be back here packing and if I can’t fly back to Scotland, I guess I will have to look at a two-day train trip from Stockholm through Sweden, Denmark, Germany, Holland, Belgium, and England. But I feel guilty thinking about this, given what the Icelandic people are facing. The waiting must be terrible.

So back to the people of Grindavik and southwest Iceland – our thoughts are with them.

From Braidwood to their cottage on Skye is about 6 1/2 hours without stops. I decided to take the windier, more western route (really, I have done the A9 more times than 90% of the Scottish population – time for a change). I’ve driven the Great Glen & Glencoe several times before, but that was in the days when I could not take my eyes off the road for even a nano-second and usually in overcast or even rainy weather.

Well, that drive was spectacular. I marvel at the number of Scots I meet who have never been up the West Highlands (Benidorm has sunshine, beaches, and all-inclusive resorts, I guess). As I started up Loch Lomond, I wanted to stop at every single passing place and take photos, but I had to accept that that wasn’t feasible and, apart from one or two stops, I would have to rely on my memories of this day instead. I was able to slow down quite a bit and enjoys the views, as it was a Sunday morning and I was almost the only car on the roads.

The sun on the changing trees and bright blue water was almost blinding. There are those who talk about feeling the somber atmosphere and sense of gloom at Glencoe (not nice things happened there, but now is no time to get into a three-hundred year old betrayal), but all I felt was wonder and elation that I was getting to see this part of Scotland in all its glory just before my return home. We picnicked at the Commando Memorial, overlooking Ben Nevis. I’ve seen Ben Nevis many times, but this was the first time I actually saw its peak (usually shrouded in fog or mist). The sun stayed with me the whole way north, with only the slightest mist once we reached the Isle of Skye. A perfect driving day.

The trip home four days later was completely different and upon reflection, deserves its own story.

Over 20 years ago my sister & I did a road trip through Scotland and one of our goals was the Isle of Skye. We drove to Mallaig, and got on the ferry. This would have been the 1st time I’d driven in Scotland in over 15 years, so I found the winding roads of the west highlands and getting on and off the ferry extremely stressful. And to make matters worse, I was first off the ferry, so all the locals were behind me, frustrated that I was doing half the speed limit at best. So I just drove. We didn’t see anywhere with a tourist info bureau, and the road was straight, so I kept driving. We came to a crossroads and I saw a small lay-by, so we pulled in there and had a snack. Then we were pointing east, so I just kept driving. Next thing I knew, we were on the bridge that takes you off Skye and back to the mainland. We’d done the most beautiful island in the British Isles in just under two hours. Doh.

Last year I did a little better. LL & I built some time in Skye into our highland road trip. Only one problem: there was not a single dog-friendly hotel to be found on the island (we later learned that Brexit had eliminated all the young people willing to do hospitality jobs on Skye) so we had to book a hotel back on the mainland, in Mallaig.

This meant one day on Skye. We left our hotel in Inverness at a ridiculously early hour, and were on Skye before 10am. We had booked the last ferry off the island, so we had less than seven hours to see the Fairy Pools, have a seafood lunch at the Oyster Shed, and make back to the terminal. Not ideal, but better than 2001’s blink-and-you’ll-miss-it visit. It was lovely.

But last week I was invited to spend four days on Skye, staying at the cottage of friends from England. And they know how to do Skye. We hiked along the shore of Loch Bharcassaig and picnicked on Varkasaig Beach at Orbost. We shopped in Portree and Dunvegan. We toured the perimeter of Trotternish penisula and walked the Two Church walk through ancient forests and over highland moors at Duirinish. And we saw the Northern Lights from their cabin’s back lawn.

When I was in Ireland, I kept talking about all the things I was focussing on to get ready for my move and how bummed it was making me. Our friend Lindsay made an excellent point, ‘Stop thinking about the next eleven weeks as the end of your adventure. You still have 2 & 1/2 months of holiday left – treat it like that!’ And she was right.

I had been thinking that when I got back I’d start sorting items to pack, and make more trips to the charity shop, or the dump. But really, when you think about it, how long truly will it take me to pack? It’s not like I’m packing up the house. All my furniture is staying here, in this house. I don’t really have to clean out the cupboards or sell any of my stuff. Apart from a half dozen or so emails, taxi bookings, rabies certificates, etc, all I have to do is pack five suitcases. That shouldn’t take more than a day or two at most. So I started re-evaluating how to spend October & November.

I had the cruise booked for early October, and the only other thing I had booked was a weekend away in mid-November. The reason for that weekend was that my cousin needs me to get out of the house. Okay, that sounds wrong. I had originally told my cousin I was moving back to Canada in October, so she made plans to host her book club’s annual adventure here in Braidwood for the third weekend in November (last year was Paris – I do hope she’s managed their expectations for this year). I forgot to let her know that I had moved my departure to the end of November, so I felt kinda bad when she had to tell me that she had seven women coming to stay for four days and I had to vacate. I therefore decided to use this opportunity for what I thought would be one last trip before leaving Europe.

Lindsay’s words keep ringing in my ears. So, since getting back from Ireland, I have made a point of going into either Glasgow or Edinburgh once every week, I did a road trip up to Skye, I’ve gone farther afield when walking the dog, and on Thursday I leave for a 4-day weekend in Stockholm.

Thanks, Lindsay!

I have loved Athens every time I have visited, and that was true yet again. My only complaint this visit? Not enough time here.

Athens has changed. It is bigger, busier, and everything seems shinier than last time. There are certain sites that I just don’t imagine ever seeking out again – I’ve been to the Acropolis and the Agora, and I’m guessing that the only changes there would be the volume of visitors. But the museums are wonderful, and I would have liked at least a day or two just to explore the Plaka properly. We did wander through, and I was amazed at how modern it had become (which I did think was a bit of a pity as my memories were of quaint tavernas, tiny shops, and old men sitting at cafes drinking coffee and playing chess, instead of the wider lanes and newer buildings), but time was against us.

We did tour the Archaeological Museum and Miss Mayhew would be pleased to know just how much I remembered from high school, and from previous visits. I saw kouroi & korai, doric & ionic columns, Greek gods & Cycladic sculptures; and I remembered them all. I even asked a reasonably intelligent question about the statue of Poseidon (or maybe Zeus – they’re not sure). Clearly some of what I learned in high school stuck.

I can’t wait to come back.

11 October, 2023

I know, I know. I sound jaded; I sound spoiled. But I’m not alone in this — in the elevator at the end of the day, one of the other cruise guests asked how we would rate our day in Santorini out of 10, and I said: a 2, and others in the elevator agreed. (We were taking the elevator instead of the stairs because I was in heels, just to be clear.)

Santorini is BEE-YOO-TEE-FULL. And I bet if our tour hadn’t taken us to the two busiest, most crowded villages on the island, I might have actually liked it. But I’m 5′ tall, and elbow-to-elbow crowds make me edgy (I can’t see over the heads). The parking lot for the tour buses was a nightmare — and yet, somehow, bus drivers were able to negotiate their way in and out of the carpark, without any damages (or fatalities).

Greece has definitely changed since the 80’s – the shops are very upmarket, the locals are tres chic, and tourism has taken over. I would like to go back to Greece – everyone is so friendly, so nice – but if I go to the Aegean islands again, I’ll pick a small one, or a big island (Corfu, Crete) and go to a small town.

11 October 2023

One of the guest lecturers on the ship recommended something called the Kotsanas Museum of Ancient Greek Technology in Kotokolon. Really? Ancient Technology? He raved, so we went.

OMG. We were the peedie wee museum’s first visitors of the day, and the curator gave us a personal tour of each of the 2,000+ year-old inventions. Seriously, the following (fully working) contraptions were invented between 600 B.C.E. & 100 C.E., and these are just a small percentage of the inventions we saw. We were absolutely rivetted.

• The Axial Siphon Cup by Pythagorus
• Plato’s Whistling Water Alarm Clock
• The Automatic Wine Servant of Philon (a real robot. Honestly.)
• and, of all things, the Speculum (hunh)

I believe Kotsanas has a similar museum in Athens – if you ever get the chance, go. Trust me.

Ancient Olympia, the home of the original Olympic Games was a wonderful site – we were in amongst ruins that were between two thousand and three thousand years old, stepping up ancient staircases, sitting on the remains of doric and ionic columns, and listening to the guide explain how the games worked (she seemed to spend a lot of time on the fact that the competitors were naked. A lot.) It was broiling hot that day, but I was glad we went – even the drive through the countryside was breathtaking.

10 October, 2023

Greece was the first place I ever visited where I really became aware of history, the passage of time, and the connections we have to people who have gone before. I was 14 years old, standing in the middle of the Acropolis, and I thought, ‘Someone stood on this exact spot, 2,000 years ago, debating politics, arguing with a colleague, teaching a student.’ Blew my mind.

I love Greece. I’ve had the chance to visit it several times, but I haven’t been back in over, well, at least three decades. At least. So I was looking forward to the last few days of this cruise, and (mostly) Greece didn’t disappoint. Corfu was pretty, but absolutely a sea of tourists. To the point where our bus could barely get parked (but somehow he did), and the only way I stopped a driver in a Volvo from backing into (and possibly over) me was to slam my hand hard on her trunk. She did stop then. Sheesh.

Corfu is a favourite holiday destination of Brits and I can see why. But when I go back (and I will), it will be to smaller towns, farther up the Corfu coast.

10 October, 2023

Long before the other cruise lines had adopted the Quiet Vox system for walking tours (and some still haven’t), Viking had introduced it on their cruises. It is the best.

Instead of huddling around a tour guide who is holding up a colourful furled umbrella, and straining to hear her speak over the noise of the crowds in the town square, or worse, being in a museum or gallery and being forced to listen to a tour guide talking to his group at the top of his lungs when you’re just trying to admire the nearest Rothko or kouros, these little earphones make walking tours truly civilized.

The guide has a small microphone and transmitter, and the members of the tour group each wear a receiver on a lanyard, with an earphone attached. (Yes, I am well aware that many people reading this will already be aware of these audio aides & probably don’t need a detailed Lain-splanation, but I just think they are so fantastic – everyone needs to know.) It means the tour guide speaks in a normal tone of voice, and everyone dialled into her frequency can hear her perfectly clearly. Granted, the lanyard & receiver make you look like some kind of geeky sore-thumb of a tourist, but whatevs.

Okay, I gotta admit the convenience/courtesy isn’t the only reason I like Quiet Vox. I was impressed with the system from day one, but once LL & I discovered we could drift off up to 100 metres away from the guide and still be connected to the group, this became a game changer. Now we can join a walking tour, learn about a location, not get lost, and shop. All at the same time. How genius is that?

LL & I can tell you all about the remarkable Sea Organ in Zadar: a series of hollow concrete steps that play music as the waves crash in and out from the sea. We also know all about the Monument to the Sun Compass, and the Cathedral of St Anastasia, as we carefully listened to our tour guide lead us in, through, and past all of these magnificent sites. At the same time, we were able to drift away (slightly), pop into some boutiques, try on clothes, and purchase a blouse & some jewellery – all while being lectured to about the history of Zadar (and not getting lost – the minute the reception starts to crackle, you know the group is moving away, and you need to catch up). Philistines? Maybe. Efficient? You betcha.

9 October 2023

I don’t know what I was expecting of the Balkan countries. Well, yes, actually I do know: I was expecting poor, post-Soviet Bloc, dull little towns with beautiful mountains in the background. I was so wrong (not about the mountains, just everything else).

Ljubljana was lovely, as was Dubrovnik. We stopped in Slovenia, Croatia, and Montenegro and at each stop we were fascinated by the history, delighted by the scenery, and welcomed by the locals. I would love to go back to all of those countries, and spend some time in each one.

8 October, 2023