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 – In the Sun a Bathing

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

In the Sun a Bathing

To the sunny beach it’s time to go
Because today we’ll take things slow
Laying down, reading and resting
Maybe later, the cool waves testing

Take a dip in the blue ocean
Or read a good book, in slow motion
Later when hungry, try a buffet
Eat some seafood, you can’t get enough of it

Remember to lotion, with SPF of high
Or in the late evening, you’ll be in denial
Red as a lobster may seem like fun
But soon your skin will come undone

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

Crete revisited – Water life – In the Sun a Bathing

Posted in World Wide Wednesday

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

In the Sun a Bathing

To the sunny beach it’s time to go
Because today we’ll take things slow
Laying down, reading and resting
Maybe later, the cool waves testing

Take a dip in the blue ocean
Or read a good book, in slow motion
Later when hungry, try a buffet
Eat some seafood, you can’t get enough of it

Remember to lotion, with SPF of high
Or in the late evening, you’ll be in denial
Red as a lobster may seem like fun
But soon your skin will come undone

Caturday Haiku 2

Posted in Caturday

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no, it’s Catman!” Gun Roswell

Caturday Haiku 

Sitting, waiting, angry, sad, feeling
Cat on the street, lonely, no feed
Please, take home, no-one alone

Crete revisited – Water life – Sights a Seeing

Posted in World Wide Wednesday

“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

Caturday Haiku 1

Posted in Caturday

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no, it’s Catman!” Gun Roswell

Caturday Haiku

Cat with various stripes smiles
Patrolling its territory large, no one denies
Afterward, nap time awaits winner

Crete revisited – Water life – Gone a Fishing

Posted in World Wide Wednesday

“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