2011 and 2012 and beyond

As you may see, I have destroyed this blog and making my life miserable by re-editing everything and maybe eventually finishing it once and for all.

I’ve always intended for my blog to be an archive of my travels, mainly for my own amusement and the entertainment of a few of you.

Starting soon (when I fly out on January 23rd) I will continue my blogging at my new blog theactoftravel2

where you can see what I’m up to as I wander the Earth.

click here to go to my new blog

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Sort of happy, sort of sad . . .

Oh well, all good things come to an end and so do the great things it seems. About 8 months this little adventure has lasted and the early days seem so long ago.

Too busy, too lazy and with too much on my mind, I don’t think I’ll be posting during these last few days in soggy England. Hopefully I can entertain and amuse you with some witty tales tall and true later when I am home and having pangs of melancholy.

South East Asia, Scandinavia then Jordan and Bulgaria, a taste of Istanbul then 5 slothful weeks in the Greek islands, it’s been a mixed bag for sure.

Half looking forward to getting back to Australia but already itching to head overseas again. Typical!

Oh lazy me

I want to say I’m sorry but that would be a lie. I know I don’t post here enough. I have settled into the laziest most pleasurable travel I have ever done.

It is not even travel anymore and I am not sure if I have gone into holiday mode. I’m just being here I am not thinking, I am not sightseeing. I am spending time with the locals and enjoying the culture. I appreciate where I am and very grateful to be here.

I have no plan, no schedule, no goals. It is heaven. Ok, this morning I did have to decide when I go to the next island and I bought a ticket. That’s my workload for today, back to the beach soon.

I might make an effort and add a few photos.

Sorry (sort of) for my laziness but be happy for me.

One Tree Point

From Arki I went to Lipsi and went to this small point that was recommended to me. Far more spectacular then these few photos, more on the future. Again I stayed one night on the beach.

Such a Cove

I went to the island of Arki because on my map it was very small and had just one village. On the other side of the island from the village is this perfect little cove with beach. I camped there for one night. Perfect.

No plan. Can’t fail

A wise old traveller told me back when I was in Laos, “if you have no plan, you cannot fail.” not always true but it works wonders here on the Greek islands.

Distances are short so you can’t end up in the middle of nowhere and I can just start out walking and see what happens. At times a local will stop and offer you a lift.

There’s always somewhere to eat and buy a much needed cold drink and they are always tavernas with character and charm and often a great view.

There’s always some quaint accommodation or the locals will recommend somewhere better or I can just sleep on a beach chair on some perfect beach, cold refreshing shower included.

I had two perfect days where I started out with almost zero plan and even that changed with circumstances and I went to wonderful places and seen things I never knew existed.

Sometimes no plan is the best plan.

Not on the map. 5 of them.

After 2 days of random travel I ended up in a village not shown on any of the 5 maps of Lesvos I have. I admit only one map is detailed but it is highly detailed yet does not show this place.

The random travel was great. I had a vague plan but completely changed it as I travelled. Stayed on a bus longer, walked along the coast, stopped at a tiniest beach for a cool drink, trudged up hills, hitched rides, was offered rides by passers by. Many other unexpected and improvised variations during the 2 days.
But I lie a little. I was told the dream village wasn’t really a village, too small. How great is that!?! So great I stayed three nights instead of one. The place is called Tsihrata (I need to check that) which is Turkish in origin.
Basically it was a few houses and two tavernas resting along a beach front. A few locals would come down from a village in the hills for a swim and most people were busy sitting around chatting. I did very little.