Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Currently watching:

Norm: The place is surging with girls.
John: Please, sir, sir, can I have one to surge me, sir, please, sir?
Norm: No, you can't!

Reporter: Are you a mod or a rocker?
Ringo: Um, no. I'm a mocker.

Reporter: Do you think these haircuts have come to stay?
Ringo: Well, this one has. You know, it's stuck on good and proper now.

Reporter: What would you call that hairstyle you're wearing?
George: Arthur.

The Beatles in A Hard Day's Night (1964). It's beautiful

Sunday, July 26, 2009

No border underwear, as you do.

"But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city."

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Welcome to Hell.

Have any of you watched The Wire? Well, in season three, police working the drug corners in West Baltimore hatch a plan to clear these corners by shifting all drug runners and sellers into a "free zone" where they can go about their business without harassment from the law. Although hugely beneficial for the community at large, the vacant lots and derelict corners the street drug trade is pushed into become places of living misery for those caught in the cycle. Well, welcome to Ayia Napa's club district. Something similar is going on here. The same sense of rot crammed into a small place.

Everyone seems to be sweating, their flesh straining to be released, ruddy cheeks, black hole eyes. The crowds on the street are made up of English, Russians, club crawlers, propositions and worst of all, parents with young kids who should know better than to bring their kids out on their drink and drug binges. I actually saw two little girls, ages 5 and 7, dancing in a cage in a club while their father looked on proudly. Now, I don't know about you, but I find this deeply unsettling. I guess it is kind of a college student's mediterranean Las Vegas of sorts. Same kitsch, same sell - sex, highs, drunken intimacies.

I'm painting it rather bleakly I know, I mean the kids do seem to have fun, I suppose. It's just not my cup of tea.

Definitely recommended for people watching though, just mind where you step.

It's all about theme nightclubs... Titanic, Jurassic Park, The Flintstones...

The pool shark, family hotel, Ayia Napa


These everyone, are Ruru, NZ's little native owl.

Photographs by Clancy Hunt (me marvelous madre).

Click to make these pictures bigger! These little owls are just so lovely.
See a morepork (Ruru) catch a bat for supper.
Read about them here and here.
Support (and learn about) NZ's birds of prey here. The Wingspan Trust (Rotorua) is where I met the little falcon below... The Trust was established for the research, management, rehabilitation and public awareness of NZ's birds of prey. It's worth a visit if you're ever in Rotorua!


A gift

"To me you're like the setting sun..."

Currently listening to: Gravity Grave by The Verve. Come see. Or see it LIVE. I can't tell you enough how much I love this song.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

The historic village of Fikardou

Matthew from Wellington

"This village has been declared an ancient monument to preserve the remarkable woodwork and folk architecture of the 16th and 18th century houses.

Two of the houses, the House of Katsinioros and Achilleas Demetri, which were built in the 16th century, have been restored and received the Europa Nostra Award in 1987". (copied and pasted from a travel website because I'm out the door...)
Oh and this is the location where they shoot a popular Greek soap. The locals are not happy. Only in summer does this village have more that 2 or 3 small families living here... they come in summer to escape the heat of the coast and plain interiors.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Hello distance, hello ghost schoolhouse.



The view from the house across the village - we climbed the hill yonder. Matthew and I. Matthew is Nicos' grandson. Guess where he's from. Wellington. He's only the 2nd Kiwi I've found on this island. He's 19 and traveling the world on his own, stopping here to spend a few months with his grandparents. I'm going to return and we are going to try some longish walks in the area. We're both on a mission to see some Cypriot snakes.

Let's wake up to this...

Hello lovely Dora. I met Dora and her husband Nicos when I interviewed a friend of theirs last month for a story on permaculture gardening. I decided to take up their gracious invitation and pay them a visit at their home in the hills. It was magical. I desperately needed some wilderness time. Just to look, walk a little way, breathe.

Approaching Fikardou

leafy carport...

Light light light!

The minutiae of the roadside.

It's pretty much a celebration.