THE YEAR THAT WAS

It’s hard to believe another year has come and gone and that 2013 will soon be behind us.  It was the best year of my career though; the year I retired.  My father-in-law, Jos à Denis, as wise a man as I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing, told me once that the work of the mind could be as hard as the labour of the fisherman, the farmer, or the tradesman.  I took that to mean that he respected what I did.  It meant a lot to me.  I will miss the discipline of work, the companionship of colleagues, and the interesting people I met along the way. 

It’s one thing to contemplate retirement and quite another to experience it.  Only months removed from a thirty-nine year career, I try to come to grips with what it really means.  Having known only one routine, the eight-to-four variety, how will I fill my days?  What will it be like to have no boss, no deadlines, no colleagues, no one reporting to me?  How will I keep the grey matter sufficiently stimulated?

Retirement means being able to tell people what you really think of them instead of what you know they want to hear.  I promise to be careful with family and friends but, with not necessarily with others.  Of course, with a rule like this one, you have to be able to take it as well as dish it out!

 

The phone hasn’t rung often since I announced my retirement early in 2013.  And when it has, it was often someone asking for my time or my money.  These inquiries make you appreciate who your friends really are.  Thus far, I’ve accepted only one request for my time.  I was appointed recently as the Complaints Officer under the French language Services Act.  As for the requests for money, Elva and I made a significant (for us) donation to the Confederation Centre of the Arts.

Travelling to Spain so soon after my last day on the job certainly made for a pleasant transition.  Elva and I had been there before, but only for a rushed one-week hiking vacation near the Costa del Sol.  My three wise children and their significant others gave me Rosetta Stone Spanish for my retirement gift.  Although I can’t speak the language, I picked up a few words, and I can read well enough to get by.  It may come in handy during our upcoming Central American foray.

 

This is the whitest Christmas I’ve seen in many years.  It reminds me of my youth in Wellington, when it seemed that winter always arrived before December 25, and you were safe in giving or receiving skates or a sleigh.  The pond was frozen, there were tunnels to be dug, and the hill beside the railway tracks was the ideal venue for a hair-raising toboggan run.

 

Elva and I were fortunate to have company over the Holidays: Clément and Julia from Edmonton, and Sylvie, Ghislain, Samuel and Natalie from Saint John.  Every day, we’ve ‘Facetimed’ with Jacques, Isabelle and Lucie.  Santa was very good to me this year, bringing all the clothes I asked for, and more.  It’s also a clear and welcome sign that my kids are getting richer!

As I look back over the year that was, a few things stand out: most of them positive; a few not so.  The Over the Hill Gang experienced a mixed year.  It started out rather badly, with a major crash in June, and the sudden loss of a devoted member of the cycling fraternity, Don Harris, during the Montague Century Ride in July.  But it finished on a high note with a hell of a ride in Niagara Falls, and a trip to the Mecca of cycling, Girona, Spain.  We also welcomed a new member to the group, Kent Wood.  We’re still not sure why he rides with us old guys, but we’re glad he does!

I had the pleasure of working with Horace Carver in an advisory capacity as he led a public review of the Lands Protection Act.  It was the first time he and I had met, and we got along quite well considering our diverse backgrounds.  This is the third major report I’ve worked on involving land use issues on Prince Edward Island: the Round Table on Resource Land Use and Stewardship; the Commission on Land Use and Local Governance; and the Commission on the Lands Protection Act.  I remain as passionate about everything ‘Island’ as I always have.

During the three years I spent as a member of the Veterans Review and Appeal Board, I had the privilege of meeting many men and women who serve their country as members of the Armed Forces and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.  I learned more from this experience than I could ever have imagined.  Totally ignorant of the military and police cultures and of the rigours of service, I gained first-hand exposure to a reality that few Canadians understand.  I came away convinced that we are not, as a society, meeting our obligation to these men and women who put their health and lives on the line.  Something has to be done.

I finished the first draft of a historical novel I’m calling The Story of Green Valley.  Green Valley is a fictional Island community which would remind many of the village where I grew up: Wellington.  It is autobiographical.  Because I knew only one of my grandparents, my maternal grandmother who died when I was five, and never knew my father, I’ve had to use my imagination to fill in many of the blanks.  This is what made writing the story so interesting.  Whether it will ever be published is an open question and something I’ll look into further in 2014.

With retirement comes the freedom to comment on current events.  The past year has provided much fodder for journalists and pundits, on our Island and beyond.  Like many, I wrote our Premier, arguing against the recently-completed upgrade of a section of the Trans-Canada Highway.  His government chose to ignore public sentiment, and went ahead anyway.  I still think the decision was the wrong one. 

As for the changes to public sector pension plans, I applaud the Liberals for this brave and necessary move.  I was a member of public sector pension fund investment committees in the early 1990s, and worked on a report on the funds’ unfunded liabilities with then-Deputy Provincial Treasurer, Phil MacDougall.  The benefits enjoyed by current retirees, myself included, are far richer than the funds can afford to pay out.  They always were.  The decisions which led to these errors were made by union leaders and politicians, all of whom failed in their duty to members and the general public.

We’ve been witness over the past year to what is generally known as the ‘Senate Scandal’.  I liked Pamela Wallin and Mike Duffy as journalists, but I never imagined either in the role of Senator.  No sooner had Duffy been appointed to the Red Chamber than he proceeded to insult our Premier, saying something to the effect that if Robert Ghiz were ever in bed with Danny Williams, there was little doubt who’d get screwed.  I guess he thought this was funny.  I didn’t.  Bottom line, I refuse to acknowledge Mike Duffy as one of my representatives in the Senate.  It has nothing to do with the way he’s spent our money.  It’s because the man’s a joke!

As for our Parliament, I don’t judge the way we’re governed by the people who govern us.  In other words, I don’t have to like the Prime Minister and his Cabinet to be able to assess their results.  Watching the foolishness in Washington, and visiting ‘basket-case’ European countries like Spain, Italy, Greece, and Cyprus, makes one appreciate how good we have it here.  Until I’m convinced the Liberals or the NDP can provide better government, I’m sticking with the program.

So, for 2014, my priorities will be learning, family, a healthy lifestyle, and as many interesting experiences as I can afford.  As I get older, I’m less motivated by the material and more motivated by the experiential.  If it were up to me, I’d ditch more ‘stuff’, and get down to the bare necessities of life.  I think I’d be the happier for it.  And when it comes to experiences, it's hard to top tubing at Brookvale!

EUROPEAN VACATION – WEEK 10

Well, it‘s time to go home!  Fortunately for us, I guess, the weather in Rome and Paris was as bad as or worse than the weather in good old Prince Edward Island this past week.  We damn near froze!  As a result, we’re fully acclimatized and ready for winter!

On Monday, we visited the magnificent Colosseum, the Palatine Hill and the remains of the massive Roman Forum.  The Colosseum, built almost two thousand years ago, is where Romans went for entertainment.  It’s where the condemned were put to death by feeding them to wild animals; where wild animals were hunted to their deaths; and where gladiators fought, sometimes to the death. 

It’s hard to imagine that 55,000 people would go mad over this sort of thing but then again, I suppose, they’d have just as hard a time understanding why we buy Don Cherry’s “Rock Em’ Sock Em’” hockey videos.  They’d think we’re fools for paying to watch the WWF.  You see, entrance to the Colosseum for all events was free!

 

Later that day, it rained so hard we had to buy an umbrella on our way to dinner at a local restaurant.  Of course, it hasn’t rained since!  But we did have what was one of my best meals at Il Colibri, a small local restaurant just a short walk from our apartment.  The pasta and the lamb were to die for.

Tuesday, we decided to revisit a couple of our favourite places: the Pantheon and the Trevi Fountains.  Both are marvels, and it’s such fun watching people, especially the young, at the Trevi Fountain.  They probably don’t much care who carved the sculptures or when, but they sure have fun throwing a coin backwards over their left shoulder with their right hand while making a wish.
 

 

 

Wednesday, we followed the crowds to Saint Peters Square, arriving there around 9:30 for the Pope’s 10:30 blessing.  The place was two-thirds full; about 40,000 people.  Around 10:00, the Jumbotron showed him coming into the Square, shaking hands with people, kissing and blessing young children as he went.  The security guards walking beside the ‘Pope-Mobile’ actually seemed to be enjoying themselves.  The atmosphere was very relaxed and joyous.

The Pope-Mobile zigzagged through the crowd along a pre-determined route, pausing from time to time.  Next thing we knew, it was coming right at us, and I was able to get a few very good shots of Francis taking a child in his arms and another of him waving in my direction.  We listened to his message for a while, but I don’t know enough Italian to have gotten the gist of it.  He did begin, however, by thanking everyone for coming out to see him on such a cold day.  The man has a sense of humour and a very human touch, and you can’t help but like him.

 

 

 

We’ve read that Rome has 900 Catholic churches.  We didn’t see all of them, but we certainly saw 30 or more, many of these on the lists of ‘must-sees’.  The wealth displayed in most of them is beyond description, to the point of being almost obscene.  We couldn’t get our heads around the questions of how all of them were paid for and manage to stay open.  While many are quite old, most are in a reasonably good state of repair.  The money comes from somewhere, but it can’t be the parishes since there are hardly any seats in most of the churches we visited.

 

Our lasting impression of Rome is, overall, very positive.  Everyone should visit once in their lives as there is so much to see.  One big negative is the Metro system and, especially, the main train station called Termini.  The place is mayhem when it’s quiet and indescribable at rush hour.  Being devoid of any security whatsoever, it’s an ideal hangout for thieves, beggars, and con artists.  We were some glad to board the overnight train to Paris and leave that miserable place behind.

A funny thing did happen to us at Termini, although it wasn’t funny at the time.  We were on our way somewhere at peak rush hour.  People were three or four rows deep, pushing one another, trying to squeeze through the door.  I had told Elva to follow me; that I’d break a path.  Well, to our great surprise, just as I got on, the door started to close!  She had one leg on the subway car and one leg off!  But the door kept closing and she had no choice but to stay behind.

What to do?  Well, with each of us on different sides of the door, and the train starting to move, she mouthed the words “Je reste ici!” (I’m staying here!).  It was just like in a movie.  So I rode the subway to the next stop, crossed over to catch the train going the opposite way and, fifteen minutes later, was ‘Back in her arms again!’.  Another lesson for the both of us: whatever happens, stay calm…

We arrived in Paris on Friday after spending the night on the train.  It was Elva’s first time sleeping on a train, and my second; my mother and I took the overnight train from Montréal to Moncton after spending a week at Expo ’67.  It was quite an experience!

The last day of our adventure we spent in Paris.  We took the train from the airport to Notre-Dame and visited this beautiful church.  We walked across the Seine and had a coffee at the Café de Paris, and then strolled along the left bank as far as the Eiffel Tower.  The left bank is as beautiful as ever, even on a cold fall day.

 

 

From there, we took the Avenue Kléber to the Arc de Triomphe, and then walked down the Avenue des Champs-Élysées to Les Jardins Tuileries and Le Louvre.  The Champs Élysées were lined with small shops set up for Christmas, selling all manner of goods.  Finally, we took the subway to the stop nearest to Montmartre, and walked up the hill to see the beautiful Basilique du Sacré-Coeur.  What a day!

 

Before I close this chapter, here are a few parting thoughts on our wonderful adventure:

1.    Elva and I travel well together and enjoy one another’s company.  She’s a great motivator, always positive, and brings me back to reality when things get a little hairy.

2.    Cruising is one of the best ways there is to travel.  As a matter of fact, we can’t think of one single reason why we wouldn’t recommend it to others or do it again ourselves.  In terms of value for money, it can’t be beat.  As for the length of our next cruise, we wouldn’t even think of anything less than twenty days.

3.    Since we plan to travel extensively, we promised ourselves we’d ‘learn to travel’, starting with this trip.  Not that we hadn’t traveled before but, this time, we wanted to get out of our comfort zones a few times, and we did.  Sometimes the goal was to save money; other times it was to try something completely different.  We also learned a great deal from listening to more experienced travelers, particularly on the cruise.

4.    It’s important not to squeeze too much into one day.

5.    Pack lighter next time!

6.    Put the rip-offs behind you as quickly as you can: the over-priced meal; the oversold tour; the outrageous cost for a third piece of checked baggage on a discount airline; the bill with an unexpected surprise.

7.    Don’t be afraid to ask for help or directions, even if you’re a guy.  Remember the wise words of Red Green: “I’m a man but I can change; if I have to; I guess…”  Most people comply and, even through a language barrier, do the best they can.  Be VERY WARY, however, of those who approach you with offers of help.  To illustrate, one friendly man met us on the steps of the Blue Mosque in Istanbul, asking us where we were from, etc.  It turned out his game was to try and get us to visit his carpet shop.

8.    If a city is walkable, walk as much as you can.  It’s an even better way to see things than a hop-on-hop-off bus.  And, if there’s a high point of land within or close to the city, climb it.  You invariably get fantastic views, with the added benefit of some much-needed exercise.

9.    There are places we’d return to, and others we’re happy to have seen just the once.  The nicest surprises were: the Dalmatian Coast – Croatia and Montenegro; Barcelona; the Turkish Riviera; and Capri.  The biggest disappointments were: Marseille; Malta; Istanbul; and Cyprus.  Venice was very interesting, but about what I expected.

10. We visited several big cities: Barcelona, Marseille, Venice, Athens, Rome, Antalya, Jerusalem, Istanbul, and Paris.  Our favourite, by far, is Barcelona.

11. We docked at many beautiful ports, but our favourites were Split, Croatia, and Kotor, Montenegro.

12. If we were to go back to one place for a one-month stay, it would be Marmaris or Analya, both in Turkey.

13. In terms of unfinished business for that part of the world, we’d like to see the Pyramids someday.  But, it doesn’t look like that will happen anytime soon.  More realistic would be some island-hopping in Greece to see the smaller islands we missed this time around.

EUROPEAN VACATION – WEEK 9

We’ve gone from warm to cold, from dry to damp, and from ship to shore, all in the space of one week!

Last Sunday, we were basking in the 26-degree sunshine of Analya, Turkey, climbing to the top of the walled fortress and strolling along the beautiful seaside promenade.  Analya is on the “Turkish Riviera”, a beautiful stretch of coastline on Turkey’s southwestern Mediterranean coast.  A stretch of sand there called Cleopatra Beach is considered one of the most beautiful in Europe.  I must admit that it ranks right up there with Basin Head, number one on my list.

 

As we strolled along the main drag by the bay after I’d taken a dip, Elva ducked into a few hotels to check out the prices.  To our great surprise, we could have stayed in one of the best hotels in Antalya for about $85 that night, including breakfast and dinner!  Definitely a place to consider, if we ever come back this way.  The people are friendly and we didn’t get the impression they were out to get our money any way they could.

 

After Antalya, we had a quick stop in Cyprus.  We didn't see much of interest in Pafos, except some intricate and beautiful mosaics from the 2nd century A.D.  I snapped a photo of this fit-looking tour boat.  The sign says: Luxury Unforgettable Sailing.  I can just imagine!

 

 

Our last day aboard was a sea day.  We made the best of it, taking a tour of the massive galley, and dining à la grandeur in the luxurious dining room on our last evening.  Being on board for forty-two days, we got to know many of the crew members on a first-name basis, and many of them reciprocated.  The kitchen staff are almost all Filipino, and the rest of the crew is Indonesian, many of them from the Island of Bali.

All crew members are highly skilled at what they do, and very friendly to boot.  We got to know our cabin stewards best: one was from Bali; the other from the Island of Celebes in Indonesia.  They work 11 hours a day; 7 days a week; 8 months on; 4 months off.  I didn’t dare ask how much they made; I’d probably have been shocked at the number.  Suffice to say we left them a generous tip.

On average, the ship carries 1,300 passengers and has a crew of 600.  Of these, 100 work in the kitchen and about the same number work as servers in the various restaurants.  Each week, passengers and crew consume 1,700 pounds of meat, fish and seafood; 12,000 pounds of fresh vegetables; 18,000 pounds of eggs; 2,900 pounds of flour; and 20 pounds of caviar!  It’s no wonder people gain weight!

We ended our cruise on Wednesday morning when the MS Rotterdam docked in Athens.  We hung onto the rails on the gangway by our fingernails, but the crew threw us off!  We flew from Athens to Rome, arriving mid-afternoon, and took the train and the subway to our comfortable apartment near the Vatican.  We were met by our host, Fabianna, and settled in for eight nights here.

On our first full day in Rome, we started by putting on a few extra layers of clothes and walked around Vatican City, arriving eventually in massive Saint Peters Square.  Vatican City State was established as an independent country in 1929 and, at just over 100 acres, is the smallest country in the world.  Pope Francis is not the President; Cardinal Giuseppe Bertolo holds that position.  The Pope is considered however to be the Head of State, and the Vatican is an absolute monarchy.

The Vatican has a permanent population of 800, 450 of whom hold citizenship, and a staff of 2,500 or so.  It has its own post office, publishing house, bank, Corps of Gendarmes, state department, and department of international relations.  The Pontifical Swiss Guard (those funny-looking soldiers with the orange and navy blue vertical stripes) has been guarding Popes since the early 1500s.  They must be Catholic, unmarried males with Swiss citizenship to qualify.

From the Vatican, we walked past the massive Castel Sant-Angelo and across the Tiber River, heading in the general direction of Piazza Navona.  Along the way, we entered several churches to take in the magnificent interiors, each one containing several chapels with ornate sculptures, frescoes and gilded moldings.  By far the most impressive was the Church of Saint Ignatius of Loyola.  Like many churches in Rome, we considered this one ‘over the top’.

 

Then, it was on to see one of my favourite buildings in the whole world: the Pantheon.  This magnificent structure was completed during the reign of the Roman Emperor Hadrian (my favourite Roman Emperor) about 126 A.D.  It is one the best-preserved structures from the Roman era and has been in continuous use for almost 1,900 years.  Its dome is still the world’s largest unreinforced concrete dome, measuring an astounding 43 metres in diameter, and 43 metres in height.

 

The next day, we walked to the district of Trastevere.  Unfortunately, the weather didn’t cooperate, and so we didn’t see the place at its best.  We did visit a few churches, including Saint Bartholomew, Saint Cecelia, and Santa Maria in Trastevere.  The steady rain that began on Friday dogged us for the next two days.

On Saturday, it was time to visit the Vatican Museum.  We bought a guided tour and set off with a group of 23, trying like hell to keep up to our guide through the most incredible crush of people I’ve ever been in; worse than the New York subway at rush hour!  In fairness to our very capable guide, she had to squeeze a three-hour tour into two hours because the Basilica was closing early that day.  We did our best to take it all in and did get a few nice pictures; not allowed in the Sistine Chapel, unfortunately.

 

This morning, we awoke to clear skies for the first time in five days!  But, it was only 8 degrees and ‘raw’.  We knew the Pope was saying Mass in Saint Peters Square at 10:30 and we wanted to be there in time to get a good seat.  As it turned out, we got to the square at 8:30 and took our places, trying our best to keep warm before the ceremony started.  The square filled up quite quickly.  Judging by the many flags in evidence, people were there from all over the world; even a contingent from the war-torn country of Eritrea.

 

Those of you who’ve read my blogs may find it surprising to learn that I’d wait two hours in the freezing cold to attend Mass.  Well, the only way I can explain my motivation is to say that, curiously, it’s one of the things on my bucket list.  Being there, in the presence of as many as 60,000 people, all of them quiet and respectful, all of them wanting to see Papa Francesca in person, I found quite moving.  

Since it marked the end of the year of the Faith and the day Saint Peter’s remains were put on public display for the first time, most of the Cardinals were there, as well as representatives of allied faiths such as the Greek and Russian Orthodox Churches.  I’m not a great admirer of the Catholic hierarchy, but I do like Francis I, and I wish him well.

In the afternoon, we walked to Piazza del Popolo, and down the Via del Corso toward Piazza Venezia.  Along the way, we visited the Spanish Steps and the magnificent Trevi Fountain.  Along a three-block stretch between Piazza del Popolo and Via del Corso, we counted five churches!  We counted three more on the way to the Spanish Steps.  When in Spain, the boys and I decided Spain has too many roads.  Elva and I decided Greece, Turkey and Cyprus had too many ruins.  Well, Rome definitely has too many churches!

 

After seeing as many as we have in the past four days, we’ve concluded that these churches were not built for the right reasons.  How does one justify eight magnificent churches in an area measuring six blocks by six blocks?  Were the old ones at capacity?  Were they ready to fall down?  More likely, they were built to glorify a person, somebody who wanted his name above the door. 

To illustrate my point, on the face of the Trevi Fountain, one finds the engraved names of three Popes: Clement XII, Clement XIII, and Benedict XIV.  Did they pay for the privilege, I wonder?  Not likely!  There are buildings, statues and arches with the names of Popes spread all over Rome.  They remind me of dogs marking their territory!

 

Still, Rome is a city of wonders, and the food is great.  We have a few left to see, including one of the Seven Wonders of the Modern World, the Colosseum.  I’ve seen it before, but I can’t wait to show Elva.  And then, later this week, it will be off to Paris and home; the end of our magnificent adventure!  Along the way, we've visited 15 countries and 21 UNESCO World Heritage Sites.

 

EUROPEAN VACATION – WEEK 8

 

Every day, the crew changes the floor mats in all the elevators.  The mats tell us what day of the week it is; otherwise, we might not know.  This week began in Athens when the third leg of the cruise ended and our last one began.  We decided that our theme for this leg would be: ‘independent travelers’.  In other words, we’d search for things to do on our own as opposed to opting for the generally overpriced Holland America excursions.

 

We started by taking the subway into Athens from the port city of Piraeus.  In the city centre, we visited the National Gardens, took in the finish of the Athens Marathon, and visited the Temple of Zeus and Hadrian’s Gate.  The photo below shows the temple of Zeus with the Acropolis in the background.

 

 

On our way back to the square where we were to pick up the subway, we came across a tiny Greek Orthodox chapel, tucked in under a modern office building, on the corner of a busy street.  A plaque on the little church said it had been built in the sixteenth century.

 

 

We sailed that evening for Volos, on the north coast of the Aegean Sea in that part of Greece known as Thessalonica.  Volos is where Jason and the Argonauts are purported to have sailed from, according to the legend.  We had decided to find the bus station and see if we could take a bus to the mountaintop village of Makrinitsa.  It cost us less than $10 for two round-trip tickets.

 

 

The village is literally at the end of the road, built on a steep hill overlooking Volos.  It is absolutely beautiful, with its own unique charm and character.  The roofs, the streets and the narrow pathways are all made of slate.  Although it had started to rain by the time we got there, we made the best of our visit and walked all through the place, settling eventually in a restaurant where other cruise ship passengers had taken refuge while awaiting the arrival of the next bus.  We had a delicious lunch and met some interesting people who gave us valuable tips on how to find the best cruise deals.  They’re true independent travelers; rarely, if ever, taking a Holland America excursion.

 

When the time came, we trudged down the hill to the tiny concrete-block bus shelter in the pouring rain.  By the time the bus showed up, there were at least a dozen of us huddled in the tiny space, and it reminded me of the old contest: “How many adults can you squeeze into a Volkswagen Beetle?”  Proof once again that misery loves company.

 

From Volos, the MS Rotterdam sailed east toward the Dardanelles, the strait that separates the Aegean Sea from the Sea of Marmara; then across the Sea of Marmara, and through the Bosporus to Istanbul.  We looked forward to visiting Turkey’s largest city and its many attractions.  When the ship tied up at 4:00 pm, we went ashore and walked across a bridge toward the centre of the old city.  Istanbul has somewhere between 14 and 17 million people, depending on who you talk to; perhaps no one knows for sure.

 

That first evening, we walked to the area which contains the best-known tourist attractions and managed to get into the Blue Mosque.  This incredible structure was built under the reign of one of the Sultans who wanted to out-glitz the nearby Hagia Sofia.  The Hagia Sofia was built during the sixth century on the orders of the Byzantine Emperor, a Christian, and was later converted to a mosque when the Ottoman’s conquered Istanbul.  The Sultan was kind enough to leave the old church alone, but had to have a better one.

 

We arrived at the Blue Mosque just after prayers, took our shoes off, and were stunned by what we saw.  Besides being massive, the building is absolutely beautiful.  The whole of the interior is covered in rich carpeting, and the walls and ceiling are glazed in ceramic tiles.  The ones on the huge central dome are predominantly blue, hence the name.  Since there are no seats in a mosque, one sits on the floor.  Or, like I did, lie on the floor and just look up.  The sacred place I was expecting to find in Jerusalem, I actually found in Istanbul.  You could feel it.  It was so quiet and peaceful there that Elva and I could speak to one another in whispers.

 

The next day, we hit the ground bright and early and walked to the Topkapi Palace, home of the Sultans during the Ottoman Empire when Turkey was a world power.  The Ottoman armies brought home great quantities of riches captured from their defeated enemies, much of them on display in the Museum Treasury.  It is an astounding assemblage, consisting of diamonds, precious stones, clothes made of silk and gold thread, cradles made of gold, and thrones made of all kinds of exotic materials.  One section of the Palace holds numerous relics considered sacred by Muslims.

 

Finally, we came to the part of the Palace which most interested me: the Harem.  Our audio guide explained that each Sultan had his harem, or collection of concubines.  One had between 400 and 500!  Unfortunately, they’re all gone.  Otherwise, this might have been one to strike off my bucket list!

 

So, as usual, I let my imagination run a bit.  I wondered, for example, how any man would manage to keep so many women in shoes?  How good a cook would a concubine have to be to rise to the top of the heap, as it were?  What did the concubines do to pass the time while they waited for a booty call?

 

The audio guide explained that the concubines were guarded exclusively by an elite military corps of eunuchs.  I was tempted to ask one of the guards on duty in the Harem: “The qualifications for getting into the eunuchs’ core must have been pretty stiff, eh?”  But I thought better of it and kept my question to myself.  You see, Turkish men don’t strike me as having a sense of humour, certainly not similar to mine at least.  They’re aggressive-looking brutes for the most part, at first sight anyway.  Still, I did wonder where eunuchs went on vacation, and what they did on their nights off.

 

Before leaving Istanbul, we spent a short time in the magnificent Hagia Sofia, still resplendent after more than 1,500 years.  The church, now a national museum, is undergoing extensive restoration but was worth the visit nonetheless. 

 

And we walked through the Grand Bazaar; a mesmerizing maze of shops selling all manner of goods that makes the West Edmonton Mall look like a convenience store.  A day and a half was insufficient to do justice to Istanbul, but we did the best we could.

 

The weather has changed since November 11, and it’s feeling a lot more like the fall here in the Mediterranean.  We’ve been so spoiled thus far.  Next stop on our journey was the small Turkish port city of Dikili.  I don’t really know why we stopped here, except that it happens to be the nearest port to the ruins of ancient Pergamon, an important Greek and Roman city.  Why is it so important?  Well, as near as I can figure, it’s because the Roman theatre’s steps are the steepest yet discovered. 

 

Seriously!  Ruin-wise, we’re running into the law of diminishing returns here.  Elva and I are almost ‘ruined-out’.  We see others scrambling to see every last fallen marble block and stone column and we admire them, but the ruins are starting to look the same to us.  Besides, we’ll see more when we’re in Rome in the next couple of weeks.  So instead of Pergamon, we walked along the pretty sea wall in Dikili in the morning and headed back to the ship before the rain started.

 

On our second visit to the port of Kusadasi, we’d opted for a guided tour with John and Cheryl with a company called Ephesus Shuttle.  Our guide and driver took us to two ancient cities: Priene and Miletus.  Because we were the first to arrive and crowds were light, we had plenty of time to discover and learn how Greek and Roman cities were laid out and organized.  In spite of being ruined-out, we did learn a few things!

 

 

Next, we visited a village called Domitia.  Greeks living there were encouraged by the Turkish government to emigrate to Greece in 1933, and most of the houses were abandoned for decades.  Some are being renovated, and the place has a haunting beauty to it.  Finally, we had lunch at a roadside country restaurant, and feasted on fresh bream; the best fish I’ve had since we arrived in Europe.

 

On Saturday, we arose to bright sunshine and warm temperatures in the beautiful harbor city of Marmaris.  We’d decided to just stroll around the place to see if we could fill the day.  As it turned out, we found ourselves in the midst of a first-class resort town, featuring a gorgeous waterfront promenade, hotels, restaurants, and outdoor cafés.  We walked for 90 minutes before stopping for some tea and, for me, a dip in the warm harbour water on a nice sandy beach.  The temperature must have hit 25 degrees.

 

For the rest of the day, we just people-watched as the locals and cruise ship passengers strolled by.  Many local men and boys were fishing along the waterfront, and the place just had that pleasant, relaxing feeling.  Marmaris is now on my top-three among places we’ve visited, and we may just come back here someday.

 

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