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And once again I've deservedly been brought back down to earth here in Rhodes town, by local conversation. Of course there is concern about Eco-tourism (or lack of) and there are people working towards solutions Ms Morrell!  I guess the problem once again all boils down to numbers, the sheer amount of people in Europe taking holidays is the issue. So I ask you wouldn't you rather contribute to a places natural beauty and antiquity rather than this oblique manner of existence? Don't you want to be absorbed in travel, for the experience to move ones whole being, change focus, change brain waves, make you feel alive? Ahem! One day I'll be truthful about times & dates (but for now I'm happy in my Yogic youth giving properties). Back to the late 60s & early 70s here in Crete, where my mumma lived and taught. She has amazing pictures of what I imagined I'd see here in Greece. And I did, to certain extent.... if I ignored the fat 'sun-red' punt

Catching a couple of hours respite in a local Rhodes Town Cafe I am struck by my surroundings. So I did it! Before a hectic remainder of the Choirs busy years concert schedule I've taken a spontaneous holiday in Greece. Something has slipped. From the Kim Wilde 'You Just Keep Me Hanging on' playing overhead to the 36 degrees and 99% humidity. My lil' artistic brain is overheating, plus I don't feel like being exported back into polka dots and 80s bubble skirts, today. Efcharistò. Stray animals have taken over; there's a multitude of the furry beings, kittens, cats and mangy looking dogs. Locals have concocted bizarre looking contraptions to try and deal with the 'poo' problem in pot plants. Plastic mesh and spiky wooden things, sticks sticking up out of the soil. None of it seems to be working to deter the detritus. Freshly laid feces for your touristic pleasure. I wouldn't normally pull focus to these things, because 'tourism is as tou

So here I am, like a child about to dive into their first ice cream of the summer; waiting in anticipation of a great new adventure... that's right, I'm off to Rhodes Island, Greece. My momma taught English and History here in the early 70's. In her Dusty Springfield Joan Baez phase... protesting the Vietnam war, falling in love with a local boy and then getting kicked out of the country for standing by what she believed in. So I have lots of imaginary 'baggage' to lug over with me. I'm fictionally not travelling light. Practically I am though, with sustainable travel kit and the intention to explore intrepidly, zoot...I'm off. Au revoir, ciao London is black hole at times, a succubus of souls. Yoga on clean sand and salt in my hair; here I come! 

Sitting in a London cafe today. It's so pleasant to interrupt a thought bubble with chit-chat and today a girl and I (she had an article to write on Foucault) exploded into discussions of monstrous-feminine, gender fluidity and actual peels of laughter. So I encourage you all whatever gender, whatever creed, colour, culture you identify with to enjoy your day.... and why not, while you're all sitting there blogging away, texting away, posting away .....open up and talk to the person next to you once in a while. You might find you have more in common than you think.