Crete, revisited – Gone a Fishing

“Travelling can be such fun, unless it’s not” Gun Roswell

Gone a Fishing

When the sign says, “Gone fishing”
That means all the bells and whistles that usually ring
Have completely silenced for the afternoon
And the boat is way, way out there in the lagoon

Don’t try to call me on my mobile phone
Do not tempt me with a sweet or a scone
I am completely out of it all for a while
And no matter who says what, I’m doing it in style

Fishing, fishing, ain’t catching a damn thing
But I am singing, grinning and clinging
Onto a hope, for catching a big fish to sell
Or at least, the tallest of tales to everyone to tell

Crete, revisited – Water life

Travelling can be such fun, unless it’s not” Gun Roswell

Water life

After twenty-five years, it was time to set foot on the island of Crete. Yes, years do fly by so fast, it’s better not to start counting backwards, rather use the safe term “a few years ago”. It was interesting to see, what had changed and what had not. Of course, this wasn’t a whole island trip, rather a one week fun packed package holiday in the midst of the working year. But still, there is no law saying, it can’t be enjoyable. But moving on, the island was lush green, as it was spring time and not too many tourists yet, since it was off season.

So, what is the number one thing to do when in Greece? Go to the beach, of course! What else did you think? Well, a beach, pool, spa, any kind of water source really you can find, and believe you me, there are plenty to choose from. All clear, blues and turquoise shades, some with waves and others more calmer soothing places.

Take your pick on the activities, be that sightseeing while hiking up and down the hills. Go fishing and catch a tall tale (at least). Or simply relax and bathe under the sun (better stay under the parasol if you are from the North like me!).

Crete, revisited – Sights a Seeing

“Travelling can be such fun, unless it’s not” Gun Roswell

Sights a Seeing

Hiking up and down the hills
Always on the look out, for that special thrill
Sometimes, I find what I seek
But other times, it’s just a curious peek

Wonders of nature are the best
But do not the locals underestimate
Many a great details to be found
If you lift up your eyes from the ground

Architecture, tales and history,
May be the most interesting story
But also focus on the scenery
You may come across a mystery

Crete, revisited twenty years later – intro

“When travelling, travel with a smile” Gun Roswell

Crete, revisited twenty years later

Taking a nostalgic trip, to re-visit forgotten places
Which mind and memory, long since have replaced
With images stored, in an album, never browsed
Despite all the effort, made promises and vows

So now, here I am, sailing across the seven seas
Letting my mind at ease, for carrying all the keys
Unlocking, and bringing forth, all those memories
Names, places, even faces, coming out of stasis

As the ship the designated harbour reaches
Looking forward to those sandy beaches
Clear waters, sea otters, dolphins and other creatures
As they all on the postcards were featured

When the captain let out a shout: “Land ahoy!”
I knew, this was not a dream nor a decoy
I had finally landed, as per trip advisory had planned it
Starting my trip, quite nostalgic

Blue is the Beach

“To lie under the blue sky on the coolest of sands” Gun Roswell

Blue is the Beach

Why don’t you, come on over,
To this place quite special, where
The Heavens, meet the Earth
This really is, the end, of your search

A place where, all that is sometimes lost, is now found
A place where, the skies, are the same, as the grounds
A place where, time itself, stands completely still
A place where, there is only need, for one, special skill

Enjoy this life, that now exists, in the here, and now
Of the time for freedom and also, being proud
Of the time for total celebration and, yes, even singing
Of being what you are, as you come so far
Simply enjoy yourself, in the here, and now

At the Beach

At the Beach

Swimming
All thoughts slowly dimming
Relaxing
Nothing is quite so perplexing
Mind
Finally in total rest
Unwind
Is certainly the best
Turquoise
Filling all of the view
Disguise
All feelings this, gorgeous blue

Red-Velo-Bike

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber

velo

Red-Velo-Bike

When you really feel like
Your feet might be on a strike
Then, just hop on a Velo-Bike
It is such motorized fun
Under, the warming sun
No, this is certainly not any kind of pun
Just you dare to ride, ride, ride
Your borrowers and red, Velo-Bike

A golf cart awaits you

“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber

 

A golf cart awaits you

To simply fool the neighbours
And maybe, even all other strangers
You hired a simple cart
Which was in itself, quite smart
Added a big bag of clubs
Well, actually, some might have looked alike stubs
Quickly, hopped inside the vehicle
While the others looked at you, stating it was totally unbelievable
Maybe they were even a little jealous
Because of this, what you ma called it; helluva
Trick, you just made up

Silence for a Sunday

“The streets are empty, the neighbourhood is quiet, must be Sunday” Gun Roswell

Silence for a Sunday

The unthinkable, just happened
As I thought no more time indoors could I spend
Then a good sign from the weather gods
As the sun started shining above
The streets empty from anyone
Even if I could go out, I would be alone
In this times of trouble and fear
I still prefer to have some sunshine burning my ears
As I step out to the great unknown
From my now open front door
I am glad of this moment of silence opened
As all and everything in time have completely frozen
And outside of this solitary space of security
I once again dare to venture without any scrutiny

Motorbike and the pouring Rain

“There is nothing to riding in the rain, even if barefoot, just hit that pedal and don’t worry about the stains” Gun Roswell

Motorbike and the pouring Rain

When it rains, it may also pour
Your mind and mentality, soon enough, dropping to the floor
All them puddles, are there for you, just waiting
So, why the hell, should you be hesitating?

Just jump on that good old and solid moped
Get yourself out there, even if you might be soaking
Ride, ride, ride, wild like the kid you once were
Through the soaking rainy puddles, without any care

But soon enough, the fun could come to a complete and utter halt
If an unexpected flash of light, will give you a jolt
But then you might simply take the advantage
Of that free kind of power charging

And then, just keep on riding in the rain
Even, if you might feel just a little bit of pain
It’s just the asphalt, that keeps you grounded under your soles
Because, just this once, you dared to bare your soul