378: Monkey business

Monkey business. Mass noun. Informal. It means mischievous or deceitful behaviour.

I chose to have my blog title with the word monkey in it because yesterday evening, on the way to the shops for provisions, I saw a man with a pet monkey on a long lead. The monkey was up a tree eating leaves, as they do. It was just so unexpected. The things you see as you travel the world.

Last weekend I went to Olsztyn, about 2½ hours away by train. It is the beginning of the Polish Masurian lakes and has a big lake of its own. I stayed in a nice 2* hotel called pod zamkiem (under the castle). It had eccentric architecture and decor and they layed a nice table for breakfast. My little room was up in the attic so I had to be careful not to bang my head. I enjoyed Olsztyn very much: the lake, the old town and the new town. Of course many of the old towns in Poland are not old at all, having been razed to the ground by either German or Soviet soldiers. I read that in Olsztyn 40% of the town was destroyed. It's so difficult to imagine, and less than 100 years ago. Unfortunately we can't even say, oh well, that was then and wars don't happen any more. 'cos they do.

And, just to finish.....

377: Eilean Dubh

Being a language teacher I sometimes try and introduce a language element into my blogs. I forgot to mention that last week I was forever telling the Welsh speakers that the Welsh for Good Morning was the same as the Russian for beard (bore da = борода). This week I am in Scotland and the title of the blog is in Scots Gaelic. It means "The Black Isle". I went for a walk there yesterday with an old and valued friend. I say old because I've known him, on and off, for almost 44 years. I decided I was neither physically nor mentally fit enough to attempt a Munro during this particular visit to Scotland so we settled for a coastal walk along the Black Isle instead.

It's not an island but a peninsula to the North of Inverness, the capital of the Scottish Highlands.

We reached it from the North, on a tiny 2-vehicle ferry which took 10 minutes to cross the Firth between Nigg and Cromarty. To get my little Astra and an estate car on we were marshalled that close to each other that you couldn't have squeezed a fag-paper between us. This was no conventional Ro-Ro ferry but a drive on and reverse off - both manoeuvres being conducted very sedately and under the expert guidance of the 'loadmaster'.

We drove to Fortrose (pronounced forTROSE)and topped up with coffee and cake before setting off to walk the short distance to Avoch (pronounced Och- the a and v are silent!) and back again.

After lunch, a locally sourced crab salad, we went for another walk but this time in a different direction.

Somewhat stupidly, because it had been dry in the morning, we thought we would leave our waterproof jackets in the car. This turned out to be an unwise thing to do as there was a light rain on the walk back along the coast from Rosemarkie to Fortrose. Lady Luck was looking down on us - the really heavy stair-rod rain only came from the heavens as we were driving home.

Two things worthy of note on the walk back: the first happened when we saw a family on the beach. The man was using a metal detector and we could hear it beeping every few yards to indicate the 'treasure' buried under the sand. His wife and daughter were being very patient with him - I can't really imagine metal detecting being much of a spectator sport. As well as that there was a view, across the water, of Fort George. It brought back memories for me as I was stationed there in the early seventies - a bleak and windswept place. It is still in use today as a military barracks.

	what a shame I was driving!

To finish off, a wee song about a drunken Scot and what he wears, or doesn't wear, under his kilt!

376: (North) Wales in a week

Having flown back to England on Friday evening and allowed myself Saturday to unpack and repack we set off for Wales on Sunday heading for a family-run hotel (the Kensington) facing the seafront in the seaside town of Llandudno. It was to be our base for the next 5 nights. Every day, apart from Wednesday, which was a 'free' day, there was a coach ride to different areas of North Wales where heritage railways were running. We were then treated to train rides, with steam locomotives, of differing lengths. On Tuesday there was also a short 45-minute trip on a horse-drawn barge. The tour company organising the holiday is called Rail Discoveries and they laid on an efficient tour manager and a rather loquacious coach driver who, whilst being very knowledgeable about North Wales, 'occasionally'  allowed his remarks to overstep the bounds of what should and should not be said in public - especially with a coach full of people from various backgrounds. One of the passengers halfheartedly suggested a sweepstake to guess how many different ethnic/social groups the driver could offend in one trip.  

A few pictures from the holiday, starting with a map of Wales on the tea towel that I won in a raffle on Thursday night during a charity concert  themed on "the good old days". I almost never win things in raffles (mostly because I never buy any tickets!) and almost forgot to check the numbers. 

Also included in the package was a trip to Portmeirion, the village created by Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, where the '60s television series The Prisoner was filmed. Whilst there I came across, and helped to demolish, the biggest cheeseboard I have ever seen in my short life. 

All in all, a very enjoyable and relaxing break from the hustle and bustle of Warsaw. Now two weeks in Scotland and then back to the day job. 

375: Kielce and the centre of patriotic and civic reflection (OMPiO)

I went to Kielce at the weekend, taking the Polski bus down and the (Polski) train back. The disadvantage of Polski bus is that it's a bit cramped for long-legged fellows like me but the advantages are that it is generally cheaper than the train and, this time at any rate, the bus stop was right outside a McDonalds. Lunch! 

The main purpose of going to Kielce was to watch Carmen being performed at the outdoor amphitheatre. I enjoyed the show but wish I had remembered to reacquaint myself with the synopsis. Listening to arias being sung in another language when you have no idea what is being sung about is only slightly more exciting than watching paint dry. But the music was good and the orchestra were sitting in front of the stage rather than in the pit where they are normally to be found in more modern theatres. I've only just discovered that one of the meanings of the word 'orchestra' is actually the semicircular space in front of an ancient Greek theatre stage where the chorus danced and sang. 

That was Saturday evening taken care of. On Sunday, after breakfast, I set off with no particular focus other than to perhaps visit the Bishop's Palace. On my way to nowhere in particular I was accosted by a beggar. My standard response to these people is to say, in English, something along the lines of "why do you always pick on me". Sometimes, when I say this, they move away and look for another sucker. It didn't work on this occasion as he replied in English to say he was homeless and would like some money towards a meal. I capitulated and gave him a little money. He explained that he was homeless because he had been in hospital for 6 months and had lost his job. He rolled up his trouser legs and showed me his legs and they were certainly in a state. If only mendicants and the like could wear a badge or something to show the difference between the genuine needy and those doing it for a job. 

Shortly after this encounter, and a bit further down the road, or, in this case, up the hill,  I found myself outside the old Kielce prison. It advertised itself as some kind of museum and, for 5 PLN (approx £1), I was allowed in. The theme of the exhibition was repression and incarceration but it was presented in a very high-tech interactive way and I was most impressed with everything I saw. It was divided into 3 parts: The way to Independence, World War II, and Communist Poland. The building stopped operating as a prison only in 1980. 

Then the Bishop's palace hove into view and, especially with free admission on a Sunday, how could I not visit. A typical 'stately home' kind of a place but there were also many portraits hung on the walls. I was struck by how different our lives can be - from the beggar, to the (political) prisoners, through to the aristocracy. 

Back to the hotel for a nice relaxing half an hour in the jacuzzi. 

That's long enough for a blog I think so I'll just finish by adding a video clip showing the exhibition in the prison. The commentary is in Polish but there are English subtitles.

Roll on Wales, next week.

 

374: A grave occasion

Yesterday was a sad day as my ex Brother-in-Law was laid to rest in Kemnal Park cemetery in South East London.

It was also a very interesting day as I learnt a little about Muslim hospitality and generosity. Dave (known to his Muslim brothers as Daoud) had converted to Islam a few years ago so his burial was in accordance with Muslin practice and traditions. The service took place in the Greenwich Islamic centre in Plumstead. 

Normally men and women pray in separate areas but the Imam was generous enough to allow non-Muslim male and female friends and family to sit at the back of the prayer room and watch the ceremony. One of the Imams made sure that we were comfortable, offered us water, and explained what was going to happen during the ceremony. A coffin, or casket, was wheeled into the room and set to one side while the usual 1 p.m. prayers were being said. After prayers the coffin was moved to the centre and special prayers (salah) and a eulogy were said for David. He had been an active member of the Muslim community and always had a ready smile for his Muslim brothers. He was well liked and respected by them all. At the end of the prayers many of the worshippers came over to offer their condolences. By this I mean the Muslim men shook hands with the men in our group. They would not, of course, shake hands with the women because their religion doesn't allow it. Our party was then led into a side room where the female congregation offered their condolences to the ladies in our group.

From the Mosque we went to the cemetery for the burial. Once more the Imam was kind enough to bend their rules so that females could be at the graveside. We non-Muslims were all amazed how many Muslims were there to pay their last respects. As I have already said Daoud was a popular member of the community. Again everything was explained to us before it happened and once the body had been placed in the grave and arranged to face the Qibla a wooden covering was laid on top of the body. The family were invited to be the first to throw handfuls of soil into the grave. His Muslim brothers then took turns to throw soil, at the same time reciting a Quranic verse in Arabic meaning "we created you from it and return you into it, and from it We will raise you a second time". 

I was struck throughout by the compassion and the friendliness shown to us 'non-believers'. 

Meeting and greeting so many Muslims face-to-face and on such a personal level helped to dispel, in my mind at least, the popular fallacy that all IS are Muslims, therefore all Muslims must be terrorists. We are all people in the eyes of the Lord, whichever God you believe in.  

Rest in Peace Dave.

372: Grecian two thousand (and sixteen)

Ryanair flies from Warsaw to Athens so I thought I would make my first ever trip to the mainland of Greece and then fly on, with Aegean Air, to Crete. I flew there last Thursday evening and back again on Sunday. A long way to go for a weekend but hey, life is short enough - you have to squeeze as much out of it as you can.

Ryanair often gets a bad press but I've (almost always) found them to be OK. I invariably pay extra for an exit seat and that makes all the difference for me and my long legs. Sitting in 1C gives priority boarding and gets you first off the plane. Sometimes I get a tiny bit exasperated (who me?) when I see people dawdling whilst boarding and disembarking. Sunday's trip back to Warsaw was interesting. Firstly the plane was half an hour or so late taking off - the captain said it was to do with the flight plan and related documentation. We sat patiently on the plane waiting for clearance to take off. Secondly, once we'd finally got airborne, there was quite a bit of 'light to medium' turbulence which meant that the fasten seat belt sign was lit for much of the flight. There was a sizeable group of young children who had obviously OD'd on coke and any other diuretic they could lay their hands on. The flight attendants had to carefully allow them to use the lavatories even when the fasten seat belts sign was lit, otherwise there would surely have been a few wet patches appearing on trousers, and seats.

Anyway, back to the story. I had a couple of hours to spare in Athens on Friday morning just enough time to take the metro to the Acropolis stop and very quickly walk around the Parthenon "etc". There was quite a queue to get in and I had neither the time, nor the inclination to queue up for admission. It was enough for me to have walked around it and seen it from a few different angles. 

Continuing the cultural theme I managed to visit Knossos palace on Crete. The site is extensive. 15 euros admission but 8 for OAP citizens of the EU! I'm pleased I got in on a 'cheapy' but I wonder if I will still be eligible after the referendum on Thursday! Reading up about it afterwards I discovered that the Minoan civilization, based on Crete, pre-dates even the Ancient Greek period. According to Wikipedia, and we all know that's never wrong :), it flourished from approximately 3650 to 1400 BC. I notice that many reference works are now using CE (Common, or Current Era) and BCE (Before Common, or Curretn Era) in place of AD and BC. I prefer to stick with BC and AD (Before Christ and Anno Domini). Perhaps because of my own vintage!  

	I'll have a large gym & tonic please!

And for my video clip, who else but Demis Roussos with his hit "Forever and ever"

 

371: Amsterdam

Yesterday I got up at silly o'clock in the morning and drove my little hire car from Golspie to Edinburgh. There I returned it to those nice car hire people and caught a plane to Amsterdam, where I had just a few hours to spare before my connecting flight to Warsaw.

What to do I asked myself. And then I asked my old pal Matt Grattan, who lives not far from there. He gave me several tips and the one I took him up on was to cross the "body of water" by (free) ferry  from Amsterdam Central station and sit cuddling a beer and watching the world go around. It was an absolutely beautiful day for it. I say "body of water" because it isn't a river and it isn't a lake. It is, in Dutch, the Ij, and it is Amsterdam's waterfront. It is also where the Rhine river cruise ships dock and I was there last December when the cruise ship laid on a taxi to take us the 100m to the station. Sitting supping my beer I made a mental note to myself to spend more time in Amsterdam in the future and to explore more of what the city has to offer. This time there was only enough time for a quick beer and then a very packed, standing-room only, train back to the airport.  Back in Warsaw now and no more travels until Friday when I will take a train to Łodż and watch a concert given by the man shown in the video below.

By Oxyman - Own work, CC BY 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5100654