Lunch time in the archipelago

Posted on February 17, 2021 by Gun Roswell

“Island life, even in just the memories, it beats this dull city dwelling of a strife” Gun Roswell

Lunch time in the archipelago

Never hurried, simply slow, is the life spent on the island
Having a break when ever it suites, simply widely smiling
Even the time of lunch on the beach without any kind of timing
Is the way to go out here, in the middle of nowhere, in the archipelago
Where people abandoned their watches oh so long ago
As this is a place, time still stays, where no one has to hurry
And all the worldly troubles, were in the deep ditch buried
Life, as we know it, for at least the summer period is to be sent
On this very small island, so far away from it all, making no dents
In anything else, except maybe, in the cookie jar, but then again
You can always bake new ones, if you feel like it, or then just sit
All day long, as the sea shore, on this place, from heavens sent

The Rock, it is called, just for short

Posted on February 16, 2021 by Gun Roswell

“The island life is the dream kind, bringing me a smile, each time, I see the pictures” Gun Roswell

The Rock, it is called, just for short

The harsh rock solid unforgiving ground, every which where can be found
On the small thatch of a land, which solemnly out there stands
In the middle of the sometimes blue and other times ruthless ocean
Where the rough weather and barren nature is part of the potion
Of that which is the dream life for a few adventurous dare devils
Living their lives out there where no one, but only a few seagulls
Land on the dreamy and soft sands of the beaches non existing
As hidden away is this exotic and praised paradise from prying eyes
Protecting those lonely dwellers dedicated to the strange but appealing life
On the island of some kind of fantasy with the good kind of strife

Wooden frames, never the same

Posted on February 10, 2021 by Gun Roswell

“Old discarded buildings made out of wood, gently merging to the landscape, back to the earth from wheres they came, as they should, not too lame, huh?” Gun Roswell

Wooden frames, never the same

The island barren with only a few standing trees, but the houses they were building, out of wood you see, as the idea was to never make them be forever there, but only for the while as the dwellers stayed and lived their lives, in small hives. And now into rest they may finally lay, in the long and lingering process of decay. But do not feel sad or even sorry or for nature worry. As all that which was built from the land, by the land and with a lending human hand, will once again merge with the earth, as per rust to dust, or what ever the old saying. It is just a matter of time before they are all laid in, and one, with the ground. Then, in no time, soon to sprout, new trees, will be standing there instead, oh so proud.

Crete revisited – Water life – In the Sun a Bathing

Posted on October 10, 2018 by Gun Roswell

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

Crete revisited – Water life – Sights a Seeing

Posted on October 3, 2018 by Gun Roswell

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

Crete revisited – Water life – Gone a Fishing

Posted on September 26, 2018 by Gun Roswell

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

Crete revisited – Water life

Posted on September 19, 2018 by Gun Roswell

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

Crete revisited – 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 (intro)

Posted on September 12, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in World Wide Wednesday

“When travelling, travel with a smile” Gun Roswell

Crete revisited

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