growing fat.



growing fatter



murder by the lamppost



scootering along the coast during sunset.



splish splash



i pushed, they cycled



'spas' is the keyword of the day.



3 monkeys



3 other monkeys



'shey is the best' n 'flos the greatest'



self-promotion



out at sea



the resident sleeping uglies



3 generations in one national park



3 generations on 1 bench



3 generations minus the badly treated maid. (btm)


// posted by the devil in the wishing well at 11:52 PM

update of my 10 days in greece.

background info:
5 gers, all aged 22 --
1) halina (ha),

2) ching ling (cl),

3) felicia (fel),

4) shey ying (shey)

n 5) me (flo)



10 days self conducted tour ard the cyclades islands of greece. we chose to go to crete, santorini n paros as i had been there b4 n they trusted my judgement when i said they were the prettier islands that were worth going. (yes, as much as greece was dirty n dusty n had given me a mth of eye infection b4, i loved her w my whole heart n didnt mind going again. there were so many places that ive yet to take pics of.)

sun: 5th june. (thur)
soil: crete
grass: iraklion/heralion and hania/chania/xania (there r a few greek spellings for the same town)

at the train station, waiting for the train at 11pm the nite before, we realised to our horror that we wld b w/o fd for at least 7 hrs. this was not gd news for a glutton like me. we eyed cl's boobs (she has the biggest boobs amongst us. c cup) n teased abt drawing milk from those orbs. cl soon kidded abt ha's boobs n said how hers was cheese as ha was older than her, so her milk had time to turn b fermented into cheese. shey demanded for strawberry milkshake so we offered to feed cl w strawberries n jiggle her boobs to make shake. being the troublemaker, i wanted banana shake. fel tried to put a stop to our nonsense n said that cl could only churn out a flavour a day. but i pointed out the fact that it only takes 6 hrs for the fd to digest which meant that cl could produce 4 diff flavours in a day. *cheeky smile*

in an attempt to save money, we've decided to chk into the hotel as a 'family' of four. 2 adults n 2 kids while sneaking the last ger in. being blessed with youthful looks, shey n i were immediately given the title of 'children' (children r those who r under 15. n yes, i can get off w paying kid's fare on buses in uk). ha was the granny, fel the mummy n cl the nanny. i feel so loved n cared for. being labelled as a child means i have the 'special permission' to do my usual antics n 'cock cock cock'.

after travelling on the rail n plane for more than 12 hrs, we've finally reached iraklion, the capital of crete. though the airport was located next to the coast, it pales in comparsion to the airport in salzburg where we r greeted by the snow capped mts. not impressed. *shrugs. maybe i was too tired to enjoy the view? passed thru the immigration gates only to find that 1 counter was open. as usual, we held up the Q as the immigration officers had to inspect our passports carefully. the rest of the passengers were from various countries in the European Union so they only needed to flash the passport at the officers before moving on. i always feel a bit malu for holding up the Q. but hey, it aint my fault. *glares. maybe i shld just flash them my boobies so i can pass the immigration counter at a faster speed? hmm....

took a bus to the capital for a quick lunch. we went to a resturant that i had been before. (the first dish i had was grilled octopus. while packing for greece, i was chanting 'octo octo octo' to myself w a silly grin plastered on my face. (attempted to find a greek rest in spore but to no avail.) the grilled octo was not up to my expectations.

feeling a little more refreshed, i took another look at the city. reminds me of JB (no offence to any msian readers), but it was that dirty n backwards. couldnt wait to get out of that city so we took the next bus to hania. the bus ride was........ does anyone recall the SBS buses of spore 15 yrs ago? nods. its just lidat. very little seats, dirty n dusty. reached hania n found a cheap room near the bus station though we had slight difficulty in making out the names of the greek strs at the start. i dont understand the logic of having various spellings for that same str. grrr. i had to match the letters in the lonely planets guidebk to the letters of the str names on the buildings. if there was a 70% match, its most prob meant that str. was the same.

as we had only 4 beds in the room, we joined 2 beds tog n 3 of the smallest (fel, shey n me. yes, im considered a small fry amongst my frenz here.) shared the bed tog. i hated to sleep across the gap where the 2 beds joined. but hmm, sharing the bed with fel brought back memories of my first meeting w fel. we were both from the same sec sch n though ive seen her a couple of times ard sch, i never really got to know her till i went for a fieldtrip to china n we shared a double bed w another mutual fren. since then, we were pretty inseperable. we were 14 then. 8 yrs of frenship. back to the double bed. *grins* we've come a full circle. funny how i never thot our frenship could last thru so many yrs n even attending the same uni by pure coincidence.


(them at manchester airport)

sun: 6th june (fri)
soil: crete
grass: omalos (samaria gorge -- a national park since 1962)

after a gd nite rest, we woke up early enough to catch the first bus to the small town of omalos. we decided to embark on a very ambitious trek thru the 15 - 18km samaria gorge. there was a shorter trip, but it was far too ex for us. since we thot we were young n strong, we would b able to tahan the trek. we started off w high spirits, ' n i would walk 500 miles n i would walk 500 more. just to b the man who walks that 1000 miles just to b at ur door......' ,from the top of the mts via the Xiloskalo (wooden staircase). the first km was fun, stopping every few metres to take pics. fel n cl were photo queens while i was more interested in taking scenary. i knew none of them would bother capturing the sights so i assigned myself w that task. we didnt bring any water as our guidebk said that there were fresh springs which we could drink from along the way. i brought my empty water bottle. we reached our first loo break at the 1.7km marking n saw the cool springs. fel was the first to drink from it, i was the next. fel did the very ladylike thingy of cupping her hands n bringing the water to her lips while i simply bent my head over n drank directly. needless to say, i made a mess. *roars. the water felt so refreshing. once the excitement passed, i groaned inwardly at the thot of another 13km. i felt my energy draining fast so i started singing songs from various advertisements ' a-r-i-s-t-o-n. a-don, a-don, a-don..... yi fu ben lei gan gan hao, zhe mei xian zai chuan bu xia? wei she me? zoom zoom zoom.... ' felt utterly spasticated. so on n on n on n on n on we walked. walking wasnt as easy we thot. it was not a simple dirt road. snore. there was patches of sand. then patches of broken stones. then patches of rounded small rocks. walking was so tedious. since young, i had the prob of balance so i found the best way to counter this prob by walking fast, close to the pt of running. but the lady cl was taking her utmost care not to walk too close to the edge for fear of falling off or not stepping on loose stones that would make her slide so i was able to take occasional rest. preferred to b the first as i could set the pace.


(wretched path)


(thrist quencher)

abt 6km into the gorge, i stopped dead in my tracks. a stream lay across my path. undaunted, i walked thru it, thanking god that i had the brains to wear berms n sandals. my 20 pounds sandals had served me well. (left my stupid nikes in spore so i had to rush to a camping store to get the only pair of sandals on the day of my departure.) watched as cl struggled to cross the river w/o wetting her jeans while ha taking ultra care in not wetting her shoes. *gloats


(my feet)

being totally out of shape, we took so many rests that a grp of ang mos overtook us n as they walked past us, a man pointed at fel's feet. i glanced down. n to my disbelief, i realised that fel had worn her 80 thai baht flip flops along. omg..... the guidebk had distinctly told us 'comfortable walking shoes r a necessity.' 'the flip flop will soon give way even b4 we r done w the trek,' i thot silently to myself.

exhausted n tired of the never ending walk, (on n on n on n on n on), i took my mind off by crossing the river to n fro. gleefully splashing my way thru as the shoe clad tourists tried to keep their shoes as dry as possible. i relish the thot of crossing the river as the water cools my feet. *bliss for that few secs. to allow myself to wade deeper in, i rolled up my berms, looking very much like an ah pek. but following fel's philosophy, 'nobody knows us here so y shld we care abt how we dress' i didnt give a damm as long as none of my frenz caught me on the cam w my berms rolled up. for every pic, i wld painstakingly roll down my berms. (ha, vain flo for u). btw, the guidebk said that we would cross the stream 47 times. madness. wonder who was the idert who bothered to do the countings. *whines, whines n more whines.

to give the gorge some credit, it was really beautiful. the last 4 km was the most interesting, being surrounded by high cliffs which echoed our every shout. after my first cheeky scream, ha forbid me to shout as she was afraid of an avalanche. boring. by then, we were literally walking on the dried up river bed. n the last stretch was particularly narrow, being only 3m in width. we had to walk on the makeshift wooden bridges as the water gushed below us. i feared slipping thru the gaps. as much as the gorge was enthralling, never again, never would i want to repeat that 7 hr walk thru an estimated 15km gorge. i came out with a swollen left foot n 4 blisters. just wished that i wasnt that tired so i could enjoy the view better. many a times i find myself concentrating on wat i was stepping on so i wont slip n sprain my ankles n was merely psychoing myself to plod on as there was only one way out n we werent allowed to camp overnite. 5 euros, for this never ending torture. classic i tell u. one of the major acheivements of my life, tog w the compeitive 6 hr nus overnite biking. certain things r never meant to b repeated. shey had the hardest time amongst us as her ankle was giving her probs rite from the start of the hike. we took the bag off her shoulders n took turns carrying it. fel even exchanged her flip flops w shey's sandals as there were less straps to agititate her blisters. though we both came out limping, shey was worse off as she had the skin of her smallest toe torn off.

at the end of the trek, we took a pic of our very abused n dusty feet as momento.


fel taking her xie zhen ji


one of our 47 crossings


3m width


9th km marking














went back to hania via a ferry n a boat. they went in search for a place to eat while i went to buy plasters n heated muscle spray from a pharmacy. the ladies in there were very nice to me though they didnt understand eng. i had a tedious time describing to them wat was a muscle spray. started playing charades w them. from jogging to pretending to pull my muscles n trying to seek some relief. the charades ended after 15 mins with much laughter n me having my cherished muscle spray. clutched my trophy back for dinner. *beams.

fel: yeah! i got my period. (she had been waiting for it to come for the past 2 wks)
cl: oh, beware of gorillas. shey once told me that gorillas love to rape mensturasting gers
flo: (trying to stifle her laughter) shey LIED!
(shey is now cottoned up in the bedsheets, pretending to b asleep)
cl: (totally clueless) no, U r the one who lied!
flo n fel : (now totally unable to control their laughters) bwarhahaha.
fel: then i shall wait for my gorilla. i hope he finds me tonite.
(a motorbike roared past)
flo: hey fel! thats ur gorilla. escaped from the nearby zoo n on the bike trying to locate u
(motorbike sounds fades)
flo: oops, he has a bad sense of direction.
cl: (finally caught on) its ok, uve got the whole nite to wait for the gorilla.
shey : (in utmost innocence) since when did i tell u such things abt gorillas?
fel: omg, shey has lied so much that she has forgotten wat she has lied to us abt. so shey, wat else have u lied?

never trust shey. better think twice abt wat she says. (makes mental note to self. btw, i realised that shey has never lied to me. guess it takes a liar to know a liar? lucky me then. dont want to feel that stupid anyway.)

sun: 7th june (sat)
soil: crete
grass: elafonisi

needing a much deserved rest, we headed for the beach at elafonisi, famed for its pink beaches. we waded thru the knee length waters, me carrying my cam well above my head, to a nearby inlet. trying to search for a secluded part of the beach to photograph, fel, cl n i headed beyond the rocks n to our astonishment........

*bob bob bob*
we saw 2 couples bobbing frantically in the waters.
eye opener.
one of the couple could even calmly look at us w wide eyed innocence n turn their heads to follow our every moves.
rite, as if we convent gers dont know wat they r up to.
*wags finger at them*
stop the pretence.

wait a min........
is that y the water is so salty??????????
yucks. sick. i dont want to imagine wats mixed w the sea water.
y cant they simply go to another part of the beach? one further away from us? so the tide can draw the 'contaminated' waters away from us?

went home n scrubbed myself clean.


pink's my colour!


cl snail


man with naked butt






sun: 8th june (sun)
soil: crete
grass: hania

hung around the port of hania. reminded me of boat quay. w the numerous restaurants beside the harbour, filled w throngs of angmos. realised that we've been seeing alot of angmos. we only saw a grp of asian boys in crete. 4 boys, either from msia or spore judging from their accent. but they have disgusting hairstyles n i found them a tad bit poseurish. *cringe* didnt do much that day as we were suffering from 'heatstroke'. binging much on icicles. did the usual touristy stuff, chking into the souvenior stores, buying postcards. introed ha to the art of playing dai di. now we have 4 pple to play cards with. by this time, fel had grown used to her role of being the mom, constantly calling us 'children, be careful. look rite then left b4 crossing the road'. i think she had much practice caring for her younger siblings.

however, fel was prone to certain 'madness'. she n her bf invented a game: u must b the first to hit the other when u spot an ambulance/police car. when a police car beep boor past, fel n shey wld get into a mad scramble while scaring the other 3. it was hilarious watching fel n shey madly hitting each other. more often than not, the hit was misaimed. they started this game awhile ago in uk so by this time, shey was pretty conditioned n more on her toes in greece. wished i was quick enough to catch their frantic beatings.







'we all live in the yellow submarine. yellow submarine. yellow submarine.'


the only grp shot i have for now.


sun: 9th june (mon)
soil: santorini
grass: thira/fira

finally, time to move on to my fave island, santorini. santorini, the volcanic island. red beaches on one side, black beaches on the other. whitewashed buildings against the blue sky, one stacked on top of the other, very much like terrancing that pple practice for farming (all geog students shld know wat im referring to).

checked into a room in a private house for only 6.50 euros a nite. super cheap deal though the landlady seems dodgy, we had an instant dislike towards her. but the 2 rooms offered a great view for the sunrise. too lazy to carry our bags in search of other places, we decided to make do with the rooms.

had a walk ard the city n was in time to catch the sunset.

2 women chatted me up seperately. 1 italian 1 chinese. am i that attractive? 5 of us n yet they chose to tok to me? think im on an ego trip? no. think again. snore. watever the case, they were at least 45. *mutter. my luck sure sucks. WHERE IS MY GREEK GODDESS? they seemed to enjoy toking to me abt the fd they had during the day, the countries they have been too, the pics of their kids. snoresnore. THEY AINT EVEN CHIO! wasting my time. i cant even conc on my sunset. (those who know me, pls insert my usual whinings)


chatted during dinner n as usual, i disturbed cl by spilling a drop of her coke on the table n she threatened to slap me w her boobs. i told her i was anticipating the slapping as long as she doesnt suffocate me betwn her boobs. later, shey pissed fel off n fel threatened to slap shey with..... cl's boobs. ha, soon, a Q was formed. i was the first, followed by shey n lastly ha, all waiting eagerly for our faces to b massaged by cl's ample bossom.

early nite.
once again, fel, shey n i had to share a bed. we took the double bed n thot finally, its a nite where we wont have a gap below our butt. but as shey (the shortest ger) stretched out on the bed, her legs stretched beyond the bed. grrrrrrrrrrrr. but we were too lazy to switch rooms w ha n cl so we made do w it that nite. had to curl up uncomfy. 5th day into the trip, we finally started on our bitching session. there were certain things that we were displeased w ha n cl. maybe if we had one nite of gd zzz (not zzzing w a gap beneath our butt) we wont have bitched. but personally, i am very particular abt having a gd nite rest. travelling wears me out n i know a gd sleep is essential. i have a policy of not sleeping in hostel dorms, sharing the room with 10 others. i needed my peace n solitude. bitched abt how cl had agreed to pay 45 euros per nite to the bitchy landlady while we were trying to drive the price down to 110 for 3 nites. if the extra money had came out solely from cl's pockets, i wont b pissed coz its her money. but paying for the nite's accomdation is not a personal affair. n we were already on a tite budget. cl said she felt pity towards the landlady n didnt want to rip her off so she agreed to the price b4 consulting us. snore. in the end, we managed to keep to 110 euros. didnt help that it was mating season for the dogs n 2 mad dogs were howling their lungs out during their carnal pleasures at 4am. all 3 of us woke up n whined n grumbled. took them so long to get their 'dirty' biz done . sleep soon overtook us.

introducing o-o. my octopus.

















sun: 10th june (tues)
soil: santorini
grass: akrotiri (red beach), perissa (black beach) n oia

cl left her saline solution in the previous hotel but she had an extra pair. lucky her. none of us were using contacts n she didnt want to waste her money buying another bottle of solution.

woke up early, curtesy of ha. (ha is a muslim n she has to pray 5 times a day. so after her morning prayer ard 6am, she wakes us up when shes done). caught the first bus to akrotiri.

the walk towards the red beach reminds me of samaria gorge. we labelled it samaria gorge 2. once again, there was no defined path. i remb vaguely the way n pted them to the general direction. the view of the magnificent red cliffs directly behind the beach took all our breathes away. took many pics. had loved this beach before. clear blue turquoise seas compared to the deep blue ones in crete. laid the double bedsheet that we've stolen from the hostel in crete on the sand n spread out our stuff. fel spied a cove across the beach n wanted to swim towards it. we left shey who couldnt swim to guard our stuff n we plunged into the sea. we hadnt swim for more than 5 mins when cl complained abt the rocks scraping her knees. i didnt get understand how could that happen so i told her curtly to swim horizontally, not vertically. ok so sue me, i was mean. she soon decided to drop out from the swimming n headed back to shore. mins later, ha had a panic attack n clambered to a nearby rock. she was damm lucky that she managed to reach it in time. sitting on the rocks, she looked like a mermaid. grin. fel swam towards her as she wanted to take a pic there w her underwater cam. had to tread water in the waves while trying to locate the viewfinder. wat a chore. but i was getting better n better at it. we left ha on the rocks as we swam towards the cove. as ha n cl were bigger sized than us i thot they would make better swimmers. how wrong was i. snore. then wats the pt of going for a beach hol? we were lucky to take the first bus so the whole beach seemed to belong to us. dont have the many ugly tourists to spoil my pics. grin.


4 puny gers










my big foot



since we set off so early in the day, we decided to go to perissa as it wasnt that far from akrotiri. the bus conductor was nice enough to pt out where we shld alight n transfer buses. but thats where our troubles started.

sitting along the dusty road, we waited in vain for the bus that would take us to perissa. after waiting for 15 mins under the hot cloudless 32deg sun, we were grouchy enough. fel decided to hitch a hike. we flagged every vehicle that was able to pick up 5 gers. from old kokkok vans to tour buses....the drivers in the vans just stared at us while the tour guides just 'shooed' us away w their hands. omg. that added on to our fury. wat audacity. cant the tour guides b a bit more tactful w their hand signals? we r just 5 poor innocent gers who r dying from the heatwave. we meant no harm. its not like we had no money on us. felt like a irritating fly. wallowed in self pity in the heat. decided to tan myself along the long dusty road. so much for humanity. after wat felt like eternity, the bus came. air con bus. wat relief.


pissed ha along a very deserted stretch of road.

practically ran to the black beach n plunged into the waters. now, this is the life. but regretted the moment i came out of the waters n walked towards our bedsheet. omg. HOT HOT HOT. ran to my sandals. bought my paddle ball, a game that i had picked up during my previous travel to greece. forced shey to play w me. shes like my sidekick, dragged into watever i wanted to do. at the start, we made a fool of ourselves, we could only keep the ball in the air for 2 hits. but after much determination n practice, we made it! woohoo. brought back the paddle for momento sake.


thats my butt! *winks


caught in the act. perverted shey chking fel's butt out.

cl who had been fully clothed decided to strip to her tankini for a pic. shey cheekily put her arm ard cl for the pic n just b4 ha pressed the trigger, shey dragged her under the waters. quick fingered ha snapped 4 shots. shey gave us a smug grin. fel n i then left them to explore the small village. we spotted some guy parasailing n wanted to try it. some one told us that we could sign up at a booth 150m ahead. decided to drag all of them w us along later. after leisurely walking ard for 1/2 hr, fel n i headed back to find an uneasy tension among ha, shey n cl. i sensed that something was amiss n dragged shey away on the pretence of playing paddle ball. she whispered to me that cl was pissed w her for pushing her into the water. i was puzzled as cl was swimming in the red beach b4 we reached perissa. so if cl could get wet then, y cant she get wet now. isnt this a beach hol? werent we supposed to get wet? shey n i soon regrouped for our ice creams. while eating, fel untactfully asked cl wats wrong. cl just played dumb n fel asked her qn again. had to nudge fel to shaddup. 4 of us later left cl n held a conference in a loo. ha n shey soon kept us up to date. n from henceforth, all hell broke loose. cl complained that she was sick of us always suaning her abt her boobs slapping n gorillas n how the hol wasnt turning out the way she expected. n that she was cheesed off w the way shey pulled her into the waters. shey, who had always been slow to anger said nothing while fel had her 2 cents worth. fel felt that cl was simply using shey as an outlet to release her anger. fel had been containing her anger towards cl as cl had been a freeloader, a deadwt to us, by refusing to read the guidebks or planning the next day's iterary. n we were secretly unhappy that ha n cl had been able to get a bed all by themselves for the past few nites. there was never a nite that we didnt have a gap below our butt. as for me, i was angry that we had to look out for cl. imagine, 5 gers travelling alone was no easy task. it didnt help that cl was the blurrest amongst us n we often had to look out for her. i pted out that since we were all gers, we shld look out for each other but it didnt mean that i was obliged to care for cl. if i had been a guy, i wont mind. somehow guys r attracted to those 'damsel in distress', gers who cant look after themselves. okok, i just preferred gers who r more independent who has their own opinions n can care for themselves. i dont want to carry an unnecessary burden ard. wished that jimmy, who is cl's bf, had came along to tend to her needs. ok, im a spoilt n selfish brat. so sue me. fel gave cl a time limit of getting over her sulking. fel said that if cl doesnt come to her senses by the next morn, shes gonna give her a tok. *hip hip hooray for fel* i was secretly relieved that i would spend the next day wo the others.

took an uneasy trip to oia. once we've reached the town, shey n i left the grp. we walked to find a nice location to shoot the sunset. *smiles. i love the sunset in oia. everyone would come out of their houses n stand on all the rooftops just to take in the view. the sunset ended w applause. the sunset seems to make everything alrite.







sun: 11th june (wed)
soil: santorini
grass: oia

*smiles.
dumped the rest on a volcano excursion which ive been b4.
needed a break.
pple drain me out n i suffer from low energy levels.
loved the peace n enjoyed my own company.
thot abt alot of things.
past present future
somehow the future scares me. (the future is another story. i shall not digress though it had been my topmost priority since my exams had ended.)
took a bk along.
immensed myself in greek myths.
which was one of the reasons y i fell in love w greece
their scandalous gods. their ridiculous revenge methods. their many many nonsense which makes them more real. (unlike all the other gods i know who r so 'thou art holy')
waiting patiently for the sunset.
staked out my place.

me, my marls red n the most beautiful sunset on santorini, oia.

ended the day by meeting up w fel n shey at midnite for dessert.

perfection.













sun: 12th june (thur)
soil: paros
grass: naoussa



reached paros in the day.
fel, ha n cl went off for horseriding along the coast to catch the sunset while shey n i rented a scooter. shey offered to give me a crash course to ride a scooter. i literally had a crash n luckily not burnt. snore. traded the scooter for bicycles. realised that im safer on the bicycle. thot of my dad n how he taught me how to cycle. when i was young, i was very insistent that i shld learn to ride a bicycle even though i was afraid of falling n refused to fall. my poor dad had to go to my granddad's place to borrow a smaller bike to transder the trainer wheels onto my red bmx. (mine was red while my bros had blue n black). every evening after work, we would go to a patch of open ground behind my house n he would hold onto the seat of my bicycle. i felt secure in the knowledge that he would not let me fall. i trusted him. unknown to me, whenever he felt i had found my balance, he would remove his hand n just before i stop, replace his hands. big hands. he would always shout out encouragements to me, telling me to peddle faster so i wont fall. being chicken hearted it took a lot b4 i pedalled hard n realised that i didnt fall. grin. all those paid off as i was the only one amongst the 5 who dared to stand up everytime we go down a slope. shall dedicate the winds brushing across my face to my dad. shey noted a vast improvement of me on the bicycle compared to the scooter. *grrrr

fel: notice the alliteration, 'Florence n Felicia stay in Fletcher road.' so u c shey, u shld change ur name. find a name that starts with 'F' now.
shey: (in an attempt to change the topic) i love eating tomatos.
flo: ok. great. from now on, ur name is Fomato.
fel: 'Fomato, Florence n Felicia stay in Fletcher road.' gdgd.

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fel: so cl, wat did u n ha do while we were out?
cl: nothing much. just had a heart to heart tok w ha.
fel: ha to ha tok? i aslo want a ha to ha tok. (whines to ha) ha, when am i getting a ha to ha tok with u?


sun: 13th june (fri)
soil: paros
grass: kolimvythres

woke up at 6am so we could start cycling at 7am to avoid the afternoon sun. figured we would take 1/2 hr to reach the beach. road signs were clear n we didnt get lost. were the earliest there. shey, ha n i couldnt resist climbing the heavily eroded rocks. had a whale of a time. shouted to fel who was below to take pics of us. as her cam was only able to zoom up to 60mm, we decided to make various shapes with our body to emphasise our 'existance'. ha. we were the only ones on the beach. macam pte beach. did a lot of spastic posings. didnt really join in the insanity as i was the 'selected' photographer. snore.



splashed ard our pte beach for an hr b4 we saw a couple invading our space. left them alone till we realised they dont have a stitch of clothing on. rite........ as usual, fel was the first one to notice them. snore. n as usual, i was forced to take a frontal pic of them. double snore. i will b so sued for invasion of privacy.

rumbling in our tummies brought us back to naoussa for breakfast. approached one of the local women n she brought us to a small cafe. the owner was very nice. seduced by fel's beauty, he added feta cheese in her crepes only to find out that she hates cheese. (she dumped the cheese on my omelette) so he offered to make another one. 1/2 way thru our breakfast, he served us delicious thick mango n peach juice. wow. my best unhomemade fruitjuice.

after breakfast, the ever resourceful fel found a place for us to snorkel. george is his name. george told us that it will cost us 10 euros to go to the island n another 10 for the equipment in all. which means, it will b 60 euros for 5 of us.we happily went along, perked up at the sight of colourful fishes. he told us to meet him at the beach as his car was too small to give us a lift. he pted out the meeting place.... n i almost fainted.......kolimvythres? kolimvythres? KOLIMVYTHRES???? OMG....WE JUST CAME FROM THERE. no way am i going to cycle back under the scorching heat of the noon sun. grrrr.

so there we were. 5 iderts. baking on some pathetic small island. no shade. ground filled w thorny shrubs. one stupid church in the center. n thats all! no corals. no colourful fishes. we were the only 5 souls there. waved to the tourists on board the bum boats. they must b wondering how did 5 gers even get to that stupid island (there was no 'jetty' in sight.) was pretty much a wasted trip. just that we taught shey how to swim. or rather, kick her legs to propel herself forward. we got 2 life jackets for shey n cl. if im cl, so big sized n know how to swim, ill never b caught dead in a stupid life vest when its not necessary. ok. im vain. n i dont like pple who r too 'lady' n kiasi. ok. im mean. kill me.

cl: wats' 'amen'?
fel: dont know. ask flo. shes a xtian
flo: eer... i think it means 'i agree.'
shey: u think? u think? ure a horrible xtian
flo: FINE! IT IS 'I AGREE!'
cl then wat is the word for 'i no agree'?
flo: 'i no amen'

since then, 'amen' had became cl's fave word.

sun: 14th june (sat)
soil: paros n crete
grass: naoussa n iraklion

14 n 3/4






sun: 15th june (sun)
soil: crete
grass: iraklion

last day.
too tired to do much.
simply walked ard the ugly capital of crete.

shall give u all a little interesting tidbit abt crete.

it used to b a very powerful 'country' where various countries paid their respect to the minoan civilisation then. there was a palace/ admin state in knossos. but the palace was destroyed so all that's left is the foundations. an architect tried to rebuild the ruins to give us an idea of the place it was b4. ok.... doesnt sound very interesting rite? sorry.

take 2.

king minos was the son of zeus (father of the greek god). king minos prayed to poseidon (god of water n sea) for a miracle: a white bull was to emerge from the waves to b sacrificed. poseidon granted his wish but the bull was so beautiful that minos could not bring himself to kill it n offered a diff one to posedion. but the god was not deceived n punished him by making pasiphae, his wife, fall in love w the bull. in augish, pasiphae confided in the court enginner daedalus, who constructed a model of a cow which pasiphae hid in n was mounted by the bull. the result of their coupling was the minotaur -- half man, half beast. king minos was beside himself with fury n ordered daedalus to construct a labyrinth below the palace of knossos where the minotaur must lived.

king minos ordered the sacrifice of 6 youths n 6 maidens to compensate his son's death who was murdered by an athenian. they were all sent to the labyrinth. whoever entered it was faced with 2 challenges: the confusing labyrinth n the monster itself.

one day, theseus, son of the king of athens, was chosen as a sacrifice. once on crete, he fell in love w ariadnem daughter of minos. she reciprocated his feelings n promised to help him overcome the monster. she turned to daedalus for advice n he suggested that she shld give theseus a ball of thread. theseus fastened one end at the beginning of the labyrinth, felt his way into the maze, killed the minotaur n w the aid of the thread, returned to daylight n fled to athens w ariadne.

when king minos found out that it was his engineer who helped the lovers to escape, he locked daedalus n his son icarus in the labyrinth, from which they escaped w the aid of homemade wings.

ok. enough stories for now. too lazy to continue.

glad i went to greece w those 4 nuts. we've picked up each other's lingo. n its hilarious to hear shey go 'snore' exactly the way i say it whenever she hears a retarded sentence from others. as much as i love travelling, i fear travelling w pple. its either u make or break the frenship. so far, its a gd trip n our frenships r still intact. we've made a pact to meet up in kl in aug to celebrate everybody's bday except for ha's as hers is on 2nd july. poor ha. 4 gifts at one shot. wonder how it'll turn out. n next summer, we have another 'date'. shey knew she wont go on another tour w ha n shey, so fel n i have decided to meet her in egypt. *beams. time for me to read up on those egyptian myths. so in love w ancient civillisations.



// posted by the devil in the wishing well at 11:45 AM