We made it to Santorini (Thira), as I am sure you all know, and Craig has adopted a stupid smile all the time. It especially appears when he is taking photos and sometimes it makes people (I saw at least 6 last night) stop in the street and stare at him (or it could be what he is taking the photo of). Last night we even went to Oia with Craig singing Zippi dee doo daa (sorry about the spelling) at the top of his lungs with me on the back of the scooter. By the way scooter was the best way of getting around as you can actually park and travel among people, rather than getting stuck behind buses (and Craig made me do it mum). See the video (3mb) Now we are on Naxos. From our room we can see the sea and all is pretty well. We even have airconditioning and we haven't had that for about 2 months. So now we are off to explore Hora and Agios Georgios and eat lots of yummy greek food. I bought a cook book so I am gonna have to make some when I get back to NZ and finances allow.
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In Craig's defence, I'm sure I would have a perma-grin tattooed on my face if I was in Greece too! Some of you have already seen this facial appliance when I was in New Zealand! Greece, however, I've yet to manage to get to and have long had dreams of the beauty which is undoubtedly there, so I'm sure that not only would I have a perma-grin, but I may stumble aimlessly through the streets taking random pictures of every and any-thing that happened to catch my glazed eyes... and perhaps be cognizant enough to wipe the little dribble of drool from the corner of my mouth... Ah... Greece. I do wish I was there too.
Posted by: Levi Brown at September 20, 2003 07:00 PMDRUNKEN BOAT (by the Pogues)
The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town
A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down
A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar
With me head inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor
Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts
Don't ask me where I'm going cause I'm sure it's off the charts
I'll pin your likeness on the wall, right by my sleeping head
I'll send you cards and letters so you know that I'm not dead
By this time in a week I should be far away from home
Trailing fingers through the phosphor or asleep in flowers of foam
From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville
We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ upon the hill
An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar
With icefloes through the window we raised glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a couple of hundred Finns
And we dallied in the 'dilly and we soaked ourselves in gin
We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm
I crumpled under cudgel-blows and finally came ashore
I spent the next two years or more just staring at the wall
We went to sea to see the world and what d'you think we saw?
If we turned the table upside down and sailed around the bed
Clamped knives between our teeth and tied bandannas round our heads
With the wainscot our horizon and the ceiling as the sky
You'd not expect that anyone would go and fucking die
At nights we passed the bottle round and drank to our lost friends
We lay alone upon our bunks and prayed that this would end
A wall of moving shadows with rows of swinging keys
We dreamed that whole Leviathans lay rotting in the reeds
There's a sound that comes from miles away if you lean your head to hear
A ship's bell rings on board a wreck when the air is still and clear
And up in heaven that means another angel's got his wings
But all below it signifies is a ship's gone in the drink
Now the only deck that I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I'd want to sail
Is the darkened pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouched full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun...
are for 
