Kalimera Australia, or other countries of the world.
Iâ€™m going to struggle to keep these short because despite the fact I only departed ‘good oleâ€™ Aus about a week ago, I have already accomplished and experienced so much!
In fact, I am fairly positive that I have experienced more in the last week then I have in this entire year. I aim to make this trip a lot about self discovery and learning about the purpose of life. In terms of language barriers, I am getting a little bit frustrated that I am illiterate to the language and even the Greek way of life. Completely different. Iâ€™m getting there though, and have been impressed with the patience of those who are willingly to teach me a few sentences here and there. Especially on the island of Kythira, where I am currently. There really are no rules, well, except hanging out with French boys almost comes close to being forbidden (inside joke. I have nothing against the French! My Grandad is just very very protective, Iâ€™ll explain soon!). Itâ€™s a small island which will take you about 40 minutes to go from one end to another.
Unlike Australia, when you ride your scooter down to the beach, you can leave it there with the helmet attached, key still in the ignition and expect to see it again the next day. Nobody steals due to the fact that they really wonâ€™t get too far with whatever they have stolen. So theres really no point, however I am still on edge every time I park the scooter anywhere, half expecting to not see it again.
So Iâ€™ll just quickly bring you up to speed with whatâ€™s going on.
N o t h i n g .
You are now up to speed.
Hahaha, joking. When I arrived in Athens I was greeted by Papu (Grandad) who was so extremely excited to see me. Thank god because he has to put up me for another 2 months! Typically Papu tried to convince me that the hotel I had booked for the night would be difficult to find and that we should stay in â€˜Pireasâ€™ (The fishing hub of the mainland- A.K.A the definition of Heaven for Papu). I was exhausted but stuck to my persuasion techniquesÂ and told him that the hotel Aquis Mare Nostrum, ThalassoÂ would be worth the cost ofÂ â‚¬98. And he agreed with me when we arrived at room 529 which had a magnificent view of the sea, restaurants and pool below. AÂ PinÃ colada was a well deserved drink after the hectic amount of time Iâ€™d spent on planes in the 24 hours previous.
Since 6 years ago I had forgotten about how crazy the drivers and roads are. I almost thought I wouldnâ€™t make it onto the island, but alas I arrived the next day safe and sound. I have now been on the island for 6 days and sadly one of my favourite hobbies has become, â€˜people watchingâ€™. I guess Iâ€™m just learning from the best really! Because it feels like that is all that people do here, is watch and gossip. Itâ€™s so funny, I love it! I asked Papu today why everyone does that? He told me it is because they are so used to seeing only locals during the winter months, that when tourists/ foreigners visit during Summer itâ€™s like a huge deal! They havenâ€™t seen them before, and are therefore intrigued about where they come from, what they are wearing, how long they are here for and if they have any boy/girl teenagers who would be suitable for their son or daughter to date. hahaha. So what do us as tourists do? We stare back, and similarly have the same thoughts as they do.
I started hanging out with a guy who lives in the UK but knows fluent Greek as he had previously lived on the island for a while and learnt it. We went out for a drink (because honestly swimming, drinking, staring at others and trying to get our white bodies to tan… come close to the only things we do in the summer around here.) and just hung around Kapsali for a while (Kapsali is a chilled beach area which is sort of like the hub where everyone gathers– just a little bit of inside information for you).
One of my favourite days so far has been spent with two french guys who I had randomly met the day before as they were hitchhiking on a road we were travelling on. I learnt that one of them had hitchhiked all the way from France to Greece. Â Which isnâ€™t that far in the scheme of things, but has an abundance of dangers attached to it. Since I have also learnt that plans never go accordingly around here (so itâ€™s best to not make them!) I decided that if I saw them again that would be great, but if not I wouldnâ€™t care either way. Anyways! I saw them again down in Kapsali and we had a super rad afternoon as I learnt about their experiences and views on travelling, religion, relationships and loads of other stuff.Â I decided to not even begin to start learning French as that would just taint my process in learning Greek. We snorkelled, jumped off rocks and I introduced them to my favourite Greek dessert, â€˜Galaktobourekoâ€™. It was a wonderful afternoon because I reconnected with how I would define what it means to be â€˜truly aliveâ€™ and they shared similar views.
My Grandad however, did not. He wasnâ€™t too impressed that I was hanging out with foreigners (even though I am one myself, and whatâ€™s a girl supposed to do on an island by herself?!) He told me that I would basically find a different guy who could be my boyfriend (oh goodness they are hilarious!). Iâ€™ve had my fair share of lectures over the years by my parents, so to now be receiving them from my granddad is just manic. But he is a hard working man, below you will see a photo of two of the fish he caught last week. He told me I could post the photo but not give away any of his secrets! (He even cut a hole in his pants that day pulling that massive fish from the water! Seriously stuff!) Iâ€™ll explain the title of this blog post as some of you might be confused. Whenever I hear a different language spoken from American, South African, to Greek, French, British or Italian… I start to develop an accent that sounds like theirs, and start to speak it back to them. I have just always done it! Therefore, I can be described none-other than a language accent Chameleon. Instead of changing colours, I always adapt myself into foreign accents. Quite fun indeed considering sometimes the way slurred slang Australianâ€™s talk is not always beautiful sounding… in my opinion. (Check out this video: hilarious representation of the way Strayanâ€™s abbreviate everything…Â https://www.facebook.com/hijosh/videos/867023680019973/ ) If it doesnâ€™t load via here then just check it out on my Facebook page. Iâ€™ll share it on Dancing in Violet Fields Page.
THINGS Iâ€™VE LEARNT SO FARÂ
No.1Â When in doubt just say oxi (oi-he) Donâ€™t question it, just do it
No.2Â Please note that because Greeks are using a lot of hand gestures and may sound like they are fighting, they most probably arenâ€™t.
No.3Â Everything seems like a big drama for everyone. Just smile and go along with it.
No. 4Â In the Summer I have found that everyone is quit content with sitting outside a cafe all day. Even the youth do that, and surprisingly they play chess too… which is weird. Arenâ€™t we the generation which is fuelled by the uses of technology??? NotÂ strategy.
No.5Â Drink the Frappeâ€™s slowwwwwwwwly
No.6Â Donâ€™t drink vodka and lemon like it is a cup of Nero (neh-ro / water) Alternatively, have a glass of water before you start drinking so you donâ€™t mistaken it for water. I must be off, about to hit the beach! Sticking to my goal of heading there once a day (check out goals page Â >>>>Â hereÂ <<<) Also, I am truly sorry for this delayed post! My computer had a complete stuff up and then the whole island lost power for a day and a half. No power = No water, so I had to go without a shower for 2 days, which was kinda gross. Much love- Talk soon. xx