Hot August Nights 2021

It has been a while since I posted. Covid19 seems to not want to let us go. This is the first event I have gone to because I felt safe. People adhered to the required rules so that a fun time could be had by all.

On the evening of August 1, 1986, a tradition was born in Reno. Looking for a way to bridge the gap in tourism, the Reno-Sparks Convention Center hosted a nostalgia dance concert featuring famed radio DJ Wolfman Jack with acts like Jan & Dean and the Righteous Brothers. The convention center was bursting with 10,000 guests. But the center got more than they bargained for. The concert goers brought along their vintage cars and cruised Virginia Street like in the 1950’s and 60’s. What was to be a one-night concert became a yearly event with vintage and custom cars on display and nightly cruises of Virginia Street. Because the first event was in August and the night was hot, this event became known as Hot August Nights. The event brings together restored vintage cars, custom hot rods, and many different smaller events.

This event happens almost every year. Covid19 caused last year’s Hot August Nights, along with everything else, to be canceled. Despite the Delta variant coming along, precautions were taken to allow this year’s event to go forward. The four main casino/hotels that hosted the event are The Atlantis, The Peppermill, The Nugget, and the Grand Sierra Resort. These venues have large parking lots to accommodate the number of cars that come in for the event. These lots are also large enough to accommodate cruise areas within the lots so that the cars can be driven around and paraded passed the judges for awards. They also cruise Virginia Street in the evenings. A whole cottage industry has grown up around the event.

Festivities kicked off in Virginia City on July 30th. For those who do not know, Virginia City was founded in 1859. The town has maintained its Wild West look and revels in its rich history. Tourists flock here every year for more than Hot August Nights. The most famous other events are Comstock Days and the Camel Races.

On August 2nd, the show moves into Reno proper.

This year I went to The Peppermill and Atlantis to see some beautifully restored cars. Here at The Atlantis a Woody and a nice 1930’s touring car were parading around on the cruising track.

This show is not limited to the “cool” hotrods and nicely restored cars of the 30’s and 40’s, but a nicely restored Rambler Nash was on display. This was a small car before small cars were cool.

The Peppermill also had its cruising track as well. All three venues had cars galore. Some from the area but many more traveled long distances from all over the country to be here.

This car always gives me the blues. (No pun intended.)  My Grandmother had a ’57 Chevy Bel Air. When I was stationed in England, she told me that she wanted to get rid of it for a newer car. I told her to wait until I got home, and I would buy her a car and take the Chevy in trade.

Needless to say, she did not wait. She said the nice man at the dealership gave her $500 for her old car. I could have cried. I am sure the weasel sold the car for $2,000 and that was in 1975. I will say I got to ride in a ’57 Bel Air when I was in England. On my base, RAF Alconbury, the work centers were 3 miles from the barracks.  At the time I had no car, so I waited out by the hitchhike point to hitch a ride to work.  Another airman stopped to give me a lift.  At first, I noticed nothing out of the ordinary because you know the driver sits on the right in England.  Then I woke up. Hey, this is ’57 Chevy! Why am I sitting on the left side of the car? He told me that this was 1 of 500 built and sent to England. He knew how rare this car was and planned to ship it home. He said he would be the only one in his state with a right hand-drive ’57 Chevy.

Custom rods were the name of the game at Hot August Nights. I am sure this car participated at the “Burn Out Competition” at The Nugget Casino area.

There were cars on display that were works in progress. This is a 1927 Willys Knight. Yes, this is the same company that would give the world the Jeep in World War II.

It is still a little rough, but I am sure that next year it will be a contender for Best in Show.

Of course, the 1950’s Chevy Corvettes were out in force. This 1959 model Vette was very nicely restored to showroom condition by the owner.

You must marvel that the Vette has survived for so long. The first model came out in 1953. In 2020, the model got an upgrade from a front engine car to a mid-engine car. 64 years old and still going strong.

As I said, this show is about the classic, the custom and the unusual. This is a 1952 Nash Rambler station wagon. To be honest, this is the first car of its kind that I have seen. I am not sure I want the engine exhaust just under the driver side window. Seems to me that is inviting carbon monoxide poisoning.

And who would not like a nice GTO? Growing up, my next-door neighbor’s son worked hard and bought a GTO. It has four two-barrel carburetors and got a whopping five miles to the gallon.

With gas at $0.30 a gallon, who cared. We joked that this was the only car where you could watch the speedometer needle, going around to the 110-mph mark, race around to meet the gas gauge needle headed toward “Empty”. We also use to joke that GTO stood for gas, tires, and oil, the three things this car burned.

The nice cars of the 1930’s. For me, these cars had class. I got to see so many nicely restored to original condition.

Nothing like a soft-top coupe with a rumble seat.

Even the interior had everything exactly right. Yes, back then it was three on the shaft. In other words, this is a three speed, manual shift car with the shifter on the steering column.

Even the rumble seat is nicely upholstered. I have heard countless tales of women being deflowered in the rumble seat. That is why it has a notorious reputation.

Here is another 1930’s car that looks like it was restored to original condition.

A closer look shows that a ‘Vette engine was shoehorned in in place of the stock engine. This thing must scream down the highway.

The interior dash shows great diligence with some upgrades.

Yes, even the People’s Car, a.k.a., the Volkswagen, was amply represented. After all, it was designed by Ferdinand Porsche in the 1930’s for Adolf Hitler. After the war, to get the German economy running, the British helped get the VW factory up and running again. The Beetle was one of the most popular imported cars in America. It became an icon.

Now we come to my personal favorite in show. The 1935 Supercharged Auburn Speedster. This is a fantastically restored model.

The Auburn Automobile Company was in existence from 1900 to 1937. The Great Depression and stock manipulation sounded the death nell of this luxury automobile company. It went into bankruptcy in 1940 and merged with the Central Manufacturing Companies. In 1940, the now Auburn Central Manufacturing Corporation, to supply jeep bodies for the Willys-Overland and Ford Companies. In addition to supplying jeep bodies, Auburn supplied trailer bodies and aircraft parts. After the war, Auburn changed its name to the American Central Manufacturing or ACM as it was now called, began manufacturing household appliances.

The interior of this Speedster has been nicely restored and oozes luxury.

The front gives you that roadster feel. You know this is a fast car. Too bad the owner was not around and dressed in vintage clothes.

Hood ornaments were big back in the day. You do not see many cars these days with such decoration.

A beautifully restored Buick on display between two more modern cars.

Buick had a great hood ornament. While they looked great, I am sure today these hood ornaments would be considered hazards in an accident.

As usual, the interior is just as lovingly restored to its former glory by the lucky owner.

I then spied this old Ford. The driver looked vaguely familiar.

Well, what do you know? Even the Tasmanian Devil comes to Hot August Nights.

Not all vehicles are in pristine condition. Some vehicles are brought to show the condition they were in when found. We will see this car again next year and see how far along the restoration has gotten.

Last, but certainly not least, is an art deco tow truck replete with slasher lug nuts. Compared to the utilitarian looks tow trucks of today, this is an object of beauty.

And as usual, the owner has completely restored the interior as well.

As you can see, Hot August Nights has grown from a one-night concert back in 1986 to a yearly classic car rally and a harkening back to the 50’s and 60’s. All these cars and cruising as well. I am looking forward to next year where hopefully we will not be wearing masks.

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2020 is Over! Big Hopes for 2021!

2020 has finally ended!  2020 is the year everyone wished never was.  We started the year with such high hopes.  At the beginning of the year we had a booming economy and we were hopeful for a year of new adventures.  For me, having moved to a new state, was a year that boasted new travels and exploration.  It quickly devolved into a medieval plague nightmare with a worldwide pandemic.  Instead of exploration, we got lockdowns.  Instead of a year full of things to see like Hot August Nights, Air Races, and other events and festivals, we all got cancelled events.  The movie “Groundhog Day” took on special meaning for many of us because we felt like Bill Murray.  So many lives were lost to an insidious virus.

However, the end of 2020 and the beginning of 2021 brought new hope.  A vaccine has been developed in record time and given us hope of returning to life as normal.  We can once again become the social animals we are instead of hiding behind masks, hiding indoors away from others or doing “social distancing” at great risk to ourselves.  We are not out of the woods yet.  Many people need to be vaccinated so that we can develop what is called “herd immunity.”  This may not be completed until the summer of this year but at least there is hope where there was once hopelessness.  No matter what you think of President Trump, we must give him credit for getting us a vaccine in record time.  As there was a changing of the guard in January, we must hope and support President Biden in his drive to get the vaccine out to everyone.

I too have started to make plans for the year.  My cameras have sat too long gathering dust on the shelf.  Projects have sat unfulfilled.  I am now planning posts for this coming year.  It is time to prepare to go back out into the world and explore.

Things are changing in the photography world as well.  Vinyl has made a comeback in the audio world.  So too, film is starting to make a comeback in the photography world.  I started photography when film was king.  Film requires a lot more attention than digital.  With digital, the camera does so much for us.  If we still screw up the shot, there are computer programs we can wash the picture through to get a good result.  With film you must make sure you are using the correct film and set the proper exposure for the shot.  There is no washing a bad photo through PhotoShop to get a good picture.  

Going back to work with film will be a great homecoming for me.  It offers a challenge that I don’t have with digital photography.  It will allow me to use my large format cameras such as the Crown Graphic, which uses 4X5 sheet film as well as my roll film cameras.

Finally, it will be a time to start traveling again.  Many things left on hold, such as a trip to Austria or, on my bucket list, Tombstone, may finally be fulfilled.  Maybe not right this year, but what seemed like a pipe dream have come closer to being a reality,

So here’s to a new year and the hope of fulfilling the promises that 2020 left unsatisfied.

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The Move

Somebody may have noticed that I have not posted in over a year.  This is not due to lack of interest on my part in presenting my work. It is due to a more mundane, or so I thought, reason.  Plain Vision Photography has moved from California to Nevada.  But the move was not without pain.

Those who watch HGTV have seen the series “House Hunters.”  For those of you who have not seen it, it is a show about people looking for a new place to live.  The clients go through three proposed houses, pick one, and a month or two later the show returns to update you on how the clients are doing in their new digs.  It is neat, tidy and quick. Our move was nothing like this. 

From the time we put the old homestead up for sale until we sold it and moved took 5 months.  We first had to find a realtor to sell our place.  Fortunately we knew someone who knew a good realtor.  We also had to find a place to move to.  This required we find a realtor in the area we planned to move to.  That accomplished, let the search begin!

During that 5 month period, we made trips to the area we wanted to move to up in the Sierras and did not find anything we wanted.  We had to cast a wider net.  This required finding another realtor that specialized in the new area we were looking at.  To complicate things, the old homestead hung like an albatross around our necks.  Why?  Because we could not move forward on a firm offer for a new place until the old place was sold.  To make matters worse, we closed the sale of our home the beginning of January.  Winter had arrived! 

The winter of 2018-2019 was a bad one.  The Sierras received record snow and the passes through the mountains were closed.  We had nowhere to go except to a parent’s house until we could find a place.  We had to play millennials, living in the basement, until the weather cleared up.  Once we found a place, we had to have it inspected.  This is standard on any home sale.  The inspection found problems that the seller needed to fix.  It wasn’t until June that we moved into a hotel in Nevada to finish the necessary paperwork to buy the new homestead.  Finally, we got to move in, albeit without furniture, the middle of July.  It wasn’t until the middle of August, after new carpets were installed and new paint, that the movers could deliver our household goods.  Now began the arduous task of unpacking and putting away everything.  That took until November to get 90% of the stuff unpacked.  Now the holidays are upon us! 

Work stops on finishing up the unpacking until the holidays are over.  After all, there is a lot to do to set up for the season.  But at least I have access to a computer to restart posting.

So, if you plan on moving and you own your present home, be in it for the long haul.  It is not for the faint of heart.  There will be plenty of bumps in the road.  But, in the long run, it is well worth the pain.  So, hears to a new year with a new environment to explore.

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Greek Trek 2017: Santorini Part 2– Oia

Our last stop on this trip is the town of Oia on the island of Santorini.  First, the name is pronounced Ē’ă.  That is a long e with a short a, with the emphasis on the e.  Oia is the polar opposite of Fira.  Fira you had to go up and down tons of stairs.  Oia has all its major shops on one main pedestrian walkway at the top of the town.  You can descend stairs to other places, if you so desire.  Oia is also the best place for watching sunsets.

              Oia is on a peninsula while Fira’s location is at about the center of the island.

This is the main shopping area.  It is linear so you don’t have to go up and down stairs.  Makes shopping a much more pleasant experience on a hot day.

Original inhabitants lived in the caves, which are now luxury hotels.  They are naturally cool in the summer.  The temperature inside the caves can reach a balmy 68O and as low as 62O.  That compared to the high 90’s outside on a summer day.

This interesting item is, believe it or not, on top of a building that is below street level clinging to the side of the cliff.

This shop had two interesting Pinocchio puppets on display outside on an old child’s tricycle.

Art is everywhere like this mosaic on the wall of a restaurant.

This restaurant had a very classical painting type sign out front.

As well as this art gallery.


I decided to have something to eat on the rooftop dining area of a taverna.  This place offered a variety of nice views from the terrace.  You can look out over the caldera and enjoy the scene.

Or you can look out over the town of Oia and enjoy the view.

Or you can concentrate on the view closer to the taverna.

This church was along the main walking area at the top of Oia.  Unfortunately, it was closed to visitors at this time.

Here is an unfortunate sign of the times.  Because of Oia’s rich and famous visitors, the Paparazzi in particular, and the public in general, cannot fly drones around Oia without special permission.  There was a sign on the school that said that photos of the children are prohibited.  It is a sad commentary of our times.

Oia is a jumble of juxtapositions and contradictions.  Here is a beautiful church.

But zooming in closer there is a bikini babe working on her tan on the wall next to the church.

It was a very hot day but this woman looks a cool as can be.

Artisans of all types have their shops along the main shopping walkway.

And even the Great White Whale has a shop here.

There are steps along this main shopping walkway but they are very gentle descents and ascents, unlike Fira.

The fish are busy here in Oia as well cleaning people’s feet.  (We first saw the fish do their thing in Athens.)

As with all the islands, the cats are on Santorini as well.

One shopkeeper was so enterprising as to set up a cat rental.

This building stood out because it wasn’t white.

I couldn’t help but notice that there was always a place close by if the need for food or drink suddenly overtook you.  This was the case all over Greece.  If anything, you will never go thirsty or hungry.

Oia has stunning views no matter where you looked over the caldera.  And yes, Oia has windmills.

But as the sun sets I must go back to my hotel and busy myself with getting ready to return home.  I have bags to drag and planes to catch.  It is on to the next adventure.

If you are interested in taking the same tour I did, you must not be faint of heart.  It is a grueling trek.  It consisted on 3 nights in Athens, 3 nights on Mykonos, 3 nights on the cruise ship, and 3 nights on Santorini.  Homeric Tours offers this tour and it is called the Aegean Escape.  Be aware, depending on your flight arrival in Athens, you must be up early the next morning for the Athens tour.  The cruise ship taking you to Mykonos leaves Athens at noon your 4th day and takes until 6:30 pm to arrive at the port in Mykonos.  You do not leave the hotel to board the ship for your cruise until 5:30 pm in your 4th day on Mykonos.  When you leave Santorini, you have the choice of paying to fly out or take a ferry back to Athens for your return flight.  I suggest paying for the flight.  I will say that if you are up to the schedule, this tour is great.  You get to catch the different flavors of Greece.  By this I mean not just the food, which was fantastic, but the people you meet along the way as well.  But, like I said above, it is time to say good bye to Greece and be off on a new adventure.

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Greek Trek 2017: Santorini Part 1 – Fira

My chariot departs Crete at noon for an afternoon cruise to Santorini.  To my amazement, the sea was a little rough.  Until now, the sea had been quiet and placid.  We arrive at the town of Fira on the island of Santorini at 4:30p.m.  Because of the rough seas, the ship cannot dock and everyone must take a tender to shore.  There is nothing quite like boarding a tender in rough seas.  You need to time you step from the ship to the tender just right.  Fortunately for me, as I can’t swim, the crewmembers helping all of us disembark from the ship are very skilled at reading the waves.  The ride in the tender was rough and, once docked; disembarking from the tender wasn’t any easier.  However, everyone made it to shore without incident.  For those of us leaving the ship, to stay on the island, were taken to one dock area where we could get our ground transportation to the hotels.  Those going on a tour were dropped off at a different area.  I will explain the reason for this later.

Santorini, or Thira, and her sister islands of Thirasia, Aspronisi, Palia Kament, and Nea Kameni, were once the volcanic island of Thira, also known as Strongili or the Round One.  A catastrophic eruption ending with the collapse of the volcano destroyed the island and gave birth to the five smaller islands and the caldera we see today.  Santorini itself has towering cliffs on the caldera side, covered with white buildings, and looks majestic. Now comes the Crete connection.  It is thought that the eruption of the volcano on Thira caused a giant tidal wave and destroyed the Minoan people and culture.  However, geologists working in the caldera say they may have discovered evidence that this volcano had its catastrophic eruption several hundred years earlier than first thought.

Santorini is not a party island like Mykonos.  The rich and famous come here to “get away from it all.”  At a hotel in Oia I was told I just missed Chris Jenner.  Looking out over the caldera you can see why the rich and famous come here.

Santorini has two main towns: Oia and Fira.  Because they are so different in structure and what you see, I have split this into two parts.  As the title says, we will be looking at Fira first.

Okay, let’s get the culture shock over first.  The bus from the hotel dropped me off next to that bane of American culture: McDonald’s.  No, I did not go in.  (And NO, the thought never crossed my mind!)

Across the street in a little shopping area stands the symbol of Fira in particular and of Santorini in general.  Yes, none other than the donkey.  You will see why later.

On the same street is Nick the Grill.  No, that is not Nick.  That is none other than Jack Daniels.  I saw his face in other bars in Fira.

At last an entrance to the rabbit warren of shops.  Many from Britain come here to vacation and enjoy the warmth.  Obelix is a popular comic magazine in Britain.

 Fine leather goods are a hallmark of the area.

Some of the pedestrian areas have flowers as a nice, cooling canopy over the walkways.

Santorini may not be a party island like Mykonos but it has its fair share of bars.  Here we have “The 2 Brothers.”  Judging from the waitress at the door, business must be slow during the day.  I don’t know why because it was hot!

There are many little alleys and walkways lined with shops in Fira.  This is on the island side of Santorini.  This eventually leads you to the top of the town and the view into the caldera.

The truly picturesque part of Fira is looking down into the caldera.  Much of Fira, and Oia as well, is attached to the cliff side of the caldera.

Looking back towards one end of Fira and you can see Oia in the distance to the left.

There are several doorways at the top of Fira that look like they lead nowhere.   Actually, this leads to a restaurant clinging to the side of the caldera.

Another of the “doorways to nowhere” but at least you see people sitting there.

There are a ton of stairs to climb in Fira. 

Entrance to the Greek Orthodox Church on the crest of the cliff overlooking the caldera adorned with a mosaic of the baby Jesus.

The interior of most Orthodox churches are more ornately decorated than Roman Catholic churches.

Outside on the street is the double headed eagle of the Orthodox faith.

You never know what you will find down any flight of stairs or alleyway.  At the bottom here is an Adidas shop.

I said there were two dock areas in Fira.  The one I was dropped at had a way for busses and cars to come down and pick people up.  The other dock you have three different ways to get to Fira proper.  You can always do the old bag-drag and walk up the path. There is a cable car that will deliver you to the top of the cliff.  You just have to go up these stairs to get to the cable car going down.  Or, there is another way.  You can usually smell the mode of transportation before you see it.

You look over a low wall down to where the smell is originating.

Yes it is that symbol of Fira and Santorini.  You can ride your ass to and from the port.

There are many different places where you can wet your whistle.  This one is Scottish themed.

This is a jazz club.

I have been to many countries and the one thing I always find is an Irish Pub.  Welcome to Murphy’s.

The middle of the day and the pub is exactly like the sign says: Dead.  And there is a picture of Jack Daniels on the wall to the right.

But it does offer the opportunity for stress relief.  Looks like it has gotten a whole lot of use!

There are even hookah bars if you want a drink and an alternative to cigarettes.

In one store I saw these words of wisdom from Socrates. 

But now it is time for a nice repast and prepare for the next day going to Oia.


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Greek Trek 2017: Crete

Our trip from Rhodes to Crete is not uneventful, but in a good way.  The crew cooked up a BBQ with entertainment on what could be termed the Lido deck, aka, outside in the fresh sea air.  I opted for this instead of a regular dinner in the dining room.  (Who would choose a stuffy, staid dining room to BBQ steak and chicken outside in the fresh air with entertainment thrown in to boot.)  With a full belly I retire to my cabin.  When I wake up to get ready for the tour of Crete I see we have already docked at the port.

We dock at the port city of Iroklio, also called Heraklion, to tour an ancient site and around the city itself.  Crete has a longer history than most of the islands because it was the center of the Minoan civilization, which predates the Greek civilization.  We know some history of the Minoans but, unfortunately, we cannot read any of the writings this culture left behind.  We can read the hieroglyphics of Egypt because of the discovery of the Rosetta Stone.  For those not familiar with the Rosetta Stone, it was a stone discovered in 1799 in Egypt.  This stone had a decree inscribed on it in hieroglyphics, Demontic (an ancient Egyptian script) and Greek.  Because of this we were now able to decipher the hieroglyphic and Demontic writings.  Unfortunately, we have not discovered any such stone to decipher the Minoan language.  Although the Minoans have vanished, they left behind the massive palace known as Knossos.

Crete itself was governed by several different countries over its history: the Romans, Venetians and the Turks to name a few.  In World War II, Crete had the dubious distinction of being the first major land objective of size to be captured almost entirely by airborne forces.  The German Fallschirmjägers (paratroopers) invaded the island in May of 1941.  They succeeded in capturing the island, which was a first.  However, this was accomplished with a large number of casualties which made Hitler vow that he would never again use his precious paratroopers in any such operation.  (This is why the island of Malta, which was next on the list, was never invaded.)  A memorial was erected in 1941 by Germany to commemorate the paratroopers who perished taking the island. It is located in a rural area 3 kilometers outside Chania.  Only the pedestal of the monument remains today and has been engulfed by the expansion of Chania.  German rule ended in 1945.

The cruise from Rhodes to Crete was made more enjoyable with on outdoor BBQ.

Chicken and steak cooked over charcoal never tasted so good.

Entertainment was provided by The Plug and Play Duo.  Their forte was ABBA tunes.

These two youngsters just had to dance to the music.

With a belly full of steak and chicken, it was off to sleep.  The morning begins early and will provide new adventures.

In the morning it was off the ship, into buses and away we went.  On the trip to our first stop we passed a bowling alley.  Found it strange to see a bowling alley in Crete.

We arrived at a place that, from a quick glance, would be a pile of rocks.

However, our guide held a drawing depicting where we were really at.

Welcome to the Palace of Knossos.  Once a grand palace for the Minoan civilization, it is now, as with most ancient landmarks, a ruin.

We walk around almost in awe of the vastness of the palace.  This is just looking across the palace grounds.  The sheer size is nearly overwhelming.

Some sections still retain the original colors they were painted so many centuries ago.

The Minoan people must have been short considering the height of the different stories of the buildings as illustrated by the man on the balcony.

A throne room with its ancient wall art is only viewable from behind a barrier.  The throne doesn’t look all that comfortable. 

This wall decoration is still mostly intact and now protected by plexiglass.

It is thought that ancient acrobats used these “horns” during their performances.

Another ancient piece of decoration where you can see that it is a relief, i.e., this is not flat but has actual depth to it.

The immensity of the complex is what amazes visitors.  It is said that in its day it was able to accommodate over 2,000 people.

More wall paintings: one of a dancer to the right and one of dolphins.  Whatever was on the two panels below the dancer, have vanished with time.

A storage area with storage jars intact.

But where you have a tourist attraction you have vendors.  This one takes advantage of the myth of the Minotaur.  It is said that it was the palace of Knossos that gave rise to the story of the Minotaur, the half man half bull monster.

There is even a restaurant across the street from the entrance to the palace.  Did not have time to eat there as I had to return to the bus and head for Heraklion.

Heraklion is a bustling, cosmopolitan city.  Our tour was headed to the historic center of town.

We start at this beautiful fountain built by the Italians.  At one time the Italians governed Crete. 

They also left their mark in the form of the buildings they left behind.

This art gallery was once a Roman Catholic Church, the Basilica of St. Mark.  Remember, the dominate religion is Greek Orthodox.

Most of the Italian architecture is close to the port area.  This is now a government building.

A look through one of the arched entrances of the building reveals a tranquil scene.

Once inside there are doors leading to staircases.

One of the things that I didn’t expect to see was Ben and Jerry’s.

On the border of the Italian section is a pedestrian shopping section with nice cafes . . .

. . .and plenty of shops.

On one street was this Chinese restaurant.  I noticed, as you can see to the left of the restaurant, handbills were posted everywhere.

The streets do get crowded.  The sign telling you to hold onto your child was a sign I had not encountered anywhere else.

Motor scooters seem to be the main mode of transportation in this section of town.  I was amazed at the number of posters plastered to the walls of the buildings.

Artisans’ have their studios open for the buying public.

A travel agency reminds me that the time has come to say good bye to Crete and return to the ship for our last stop on this trip: Santorini.  (Just like the sign says.)


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Greek Trek 2017: Rhodes

Quietly, like a thief in the night, my chariot arrives at the port of Rhodes.  Rhodes is as famous as Patmos is obscure.  Everyone learns in elementary school about the 7 Wonders of the Ancient World.  The Colossus of Rhodes is amongst them.  While the Colossus no longer exists, the city of Rhodes on the island of Rhodes still thrives.  What many don’t know, even war movie aficionados, (unless you read the credits) is that you are seeing Rhodes when you watch the movie “The Guns of Navarone.”  Since no such island as Navarone exists, Rhodes became the backdrop and set for the movie.  (The studio planned to use the island of Cypress but political unrest on the island prompted the change to Rhodes.)

The island of Rhodes has a very long and interesting history.  Besides the famous Colossus, the island boasts a medieval old town and the second most visited Acropolis in Greece. (Only the Acropolis in Athens receives more visitors.)  The old town was built along with a mighty fortress and the Palace of the Grand Master by the Knights of the Order of St. John of Jerusalem. Rhodes was under their control from 1309 to 1523.  It came under Turkish rule with the Ottoman Empire taking possession of the island in 1523.  After World War 1 the Italians took possession of the island.  After World War 2 Greece took possession of the island and it has been under Greek rule since.

The tour I am taking leaves at 7:15 in the morning so it is early to rise to get breakfast and be ready for the tour.  Stefanos is our guide and is very informative.  Our first stop is the town of Lindos when the second most visited Acropolis is located.

When you leave the ship you are greeted with this beautiful sight.  (No tender ferrying you from the ship to the shore.)  That is the old city of Rhodes.  You board a bus and are swept off to Lindos.

Lindos has many narrow streets packed with shops.  But we are here for the Acropolis first.

This is the Lindos Acropolis seen from where the tour busses park.  Yes, you have to walk down a long, steep slope into the town before you can walk up to the Acropolis.

There are 2 ways to get to the top of the Acropolis.  One way is easy and I will show that later.  Or, as you can see, there is what I call the death march way: the stairs.  Yep, you guessed it.  I took the death march way following my tour guide.  What I am showing is the easy part at the base of the Acropolis after the long climb.  The stairs below this point are narrower and you can only move in 2 single files: one up and one down.  The single file up side is against a shear rock cliff and the single file down has no guard or hand rail and a straight drop!  There was no such thing as stopping to take a nice scenic picture during the climb.

You think you are at the top when you reach here but that is not the case.

You go up more stairs until you reach this nice shady spot.

This is our guide, Stefanos (I hope I spelled his name right).  He makes the climb every day during tourist season so he is fit and looks like he is out for a walk in the park.  I, on the other hand, was soaked in sweat and very worn out by the climb.  (God, am I that out of shape?!)  Most of the tourists on this climb were totally soaked with sweat as well.

This is the final staircase to the very top of the Acropolis. 

This is the complete scene of the final climb.  If the ruins in the foreground look familiar, it is because this site was used in the movie “The Guns of Navarone.”  Gregory Peck and company walked pass these columns.  It was a short scene but these are the columns.

I could have inserted a nice photo taken from where these people are standing but it would not show the scale of the site.  The site is truly magnificent.

The site also gives superb views of the bay.

And can see the pristine expanse of the beach below with rows of neatly arranged umbrellas.

The Greek government is trying to restore as much of the site as possible.

You are treated to a bird’s eye view of Lindos.  These nice, white buildings were not marred with graffiti. 

Lindos itself is interesting. Along the street to the Acropolis you pass a bar and grill.  (Note to self, stop by for an ice cold beer on the way down.)

And pass along narrow streets packed with shops.

An unusual offering of dresses, coffee and Nutella is made along the street at the crepe shop.

I said there was an easy way up to the Acropolis.  Here it is.  Yes, via donkey. 

For a mere 6€ you can ride to the top.  (The donkeys may be beasts of burden but they certainly don’t need to be burdened with my tubby little butt!)

As an aside, according to our guide, all the donkeys on the islands are American.  After WWII, the United States instituted the Marshal Plan to rebuild Europe.  All sorts of vehicles and rebuilding supplies poured into Europe.  However, the Greek islands had few usable roads that could accommodate trucks.  To get around this, hundreds of donkeys were sent from America to be used to transport material and equipment around the islands.  Once the rebuilding was done, the donkeys were left to the Greeks.  These donkeys thrived and bred.  Hence, all the donkeys are American.

The next and last stop on the tour is to the old city of Rhodes.  Our guide explains the maps that we will find around the old city.  He stated that you can get very lost without these maps.

We walked across this bridge that spanned a park to the gate ahead.

This beautiful park under the bridge was once the moat that protected the approaches to the city walls.  Picture this area covered with water.  It is quite a formidable barrier for any invader to overcome.

One of the ancient cannons still guards the entrance to the old city.

We funnel through one last gate to enter the old city.

Once inside the walls, the old city is a bustling place.

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly crowds can gather and then disperse.

The streets of the old town can be a bit hard on the feet.  Anyone with mobility problems will find this a challenge.

And in the summer it is so hot that any shade will do.

With one last look down an ancient street it is time to head back to the ship.  There are just two more stops: Crete and Santorini.  We head back to the ship for the all night cruise to Crete.

For more information on the sites used in Rhodes along with stills from the movie and how the site looks today, see the magazine After the Battle Issue #177.  The company offers many interesting books and magazines.



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Greek Trek 2017: Patmos

It is time to leave Mykonos but once again I feel like I am back in uniform.  I vacate my room by noon and then hang around the lobby of the hotel until 6:00p.m., when the bus takes everyone down to the port for a ship due to arrive at 6:30p.m.. Once at the port everyone shows their passports to a rather disinterested custom agent.  My chariot once again is the Celestryal Olympia.  Once aboard, having surrendered my passport to the ship’s purser, it is time to look for my assigned cabin.  Like most cruise ships, the cabin is utilitarian but not spacious.  However, the cabin is there for you to sleep and shower.  The rest of the time should consist of roaming the ship with its lounges, swimming area, and dining areas and going on excursions.  This being said, I must make a comment on the shower portion of the cabin.  I have had to use some small showers in my day, but this was a small, small shower.  It was so small you would have to get out of it just to change your mind! But I digress.  Once settled it is off to find a dining facility to eat and then a lounge to relax. 

The Olympia does not leave Mykonos until around 11:00 p.m. setting sail for the port of Kusadasi, Turkey.  The ship arrives early the next morning at Kusadasi but having been in Turkey before, I decided to stay on the ship and try to catch up on some sleep.  Besides, the excursion leaves the ship at some ungodly early time in the morning.  I find the dining facility for breakfast.  It is pretty empty as most passengers are off seeing Kusadasi.  We depart Turkey at 1:00 p.m. and sail to the island of Patmos.  We arrive in the late afternoon and prepare to go ashore to visit the town of Skala.

For those not familiar with this island, it does have a claim to fame.  In the early days of Christianity, Saint John the Divine, also known as John the Apostle and John of Patmos, was exiled to this island and was forced to live in a cave.  While in exile he receives a vision and from that vision came the last book of the Bible: The Book of Revelations. A grand basilica was built on the island was destroyed by Muslim raiders.  Monasteries were built and in 1207 came under the rule of the Republic of Venice.  It was in 1340 that the Knights Hospitaller came to the island and built a fortress.  They stayed until 1522.

The Olympia arrived at Skala but did not dock.  Those of us going ashore had to transfer to tenders, kind of a waterborne taxi, to the dock at Skala.

The port of Skala is small and loaded with tourists.

Docked in the harbor are the luxury yachts of the rich and famous.

High above Skala is the town of Chora and the Castle of Patmos can be seen from the docks.

And, of course, the obligatory tourist gift shop is right at the docks as well.

In the town square the locals sit with the tourists enjoying a libation and to see what the crazy tourists are going to do next.

And in the heat, and it was very hot, a vendor sells pop corn with the help of Mickey and Minnie.

I noticed that the streets look the same on all the islands.

Found a nice bakery just inside the town.

Here is just a small sample of the goodies for sale.

It is July and that means heat and humidity.  I was in shorts, a tee shirt and sandals. I was still hot.  Then I saw this muslim woman and I was even hotter.  She looks as cool as a cucumber and not showing the slightest concern for the heat and humidity.

This was a welcome sight.  Nothing like a nice ice cream shop on a hot day to cool you off.  They had not shortage of customers either.

If ice cream isn’t your thing, there was a liquor store close by.

Churches like this one abound on the island.

Even the side streets are picturesque.

Motor bikes are a primary transportation vehicle on Patmos. 

If you have an international driver’s license you can rent a motorbike to get around.

But remember, even in this serene setting, the long arm of the law is there.

Of course Patmos has its share of island kitties just like Mykonos.  This one didn’t even budge when I approached to take a photo.

The pharmacy here is not as grand as the pharmacies in America.

The aid station is small and up a small alley.

Craftsmen and artist studios are open to the public with beautiful items for sale.

But this lovely lady was in front of a cosmetic store.

Most unusual name for a store but definitely gets your attention.  Didn’t know I lost anything.  (Except maybe my mind)

After a look down one last street. . .

. . . and one last shop, it is time to leave Patmos.

 I go to the waterfront to board my chariot for an all night sailing to Rhodes.  Patmos was a nice respite.  Rhodes promises to be a bit more challenging.

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Greek Trek 2017: Mykonos

The time has come to leave Athens.  At 8:30 in the morning it was onto a bus and off to the port of Piraeus to board the Cylestia Olympia, my chariot to Mykonos.  It was as if I was back in the military again as I did a lot of “hurry up and wait.”  I was at the port by 9:00 in the morning to board a ship that wasn’t due to leave till noon.  The passage to Mykonos took 6 hours, but to be honest, I slept for 3 of those hours in a lounge.  Arrival at Mykonos was around 6:00 in the evening and was met by Dimitrius and Jenny from the San Marco Hotel. My hat’s off to Dimitrius, who navigated the narrow road in that small bus.  The San Marco Hotel is an hour walk from Mykonos Town but they do provide bus service to town.  It is beautiful and well worth the stay.

The island of Mykonos is known for two things: Partying and cats.  This is the party island with clothing optional and gay beaches and a hopping bar scene during the summer months.  In the winter the place becomes a ghost town.  Even the shop keepers and hotel staffs are seasonal.  Talking to the staff at the San Marco, they said they reside at the hotel during the high season and then return home during the off season.  Believe me, they work hard for their money.  Take the dining area crew for example.  Amalia and her staff, Xenia, Effie, and Joanne, have to be present for breakfast which starts at 6 in the morning.  It ends at 11:00 at which time they get a break for the afternoon.  Then they have to set up for the dinner hours and that can extend well into the night.  They do this day in and day out.  I have been told that this is the case all over the islands.

I did not explore the party or beach scene as that is amply covered by other websites.  The place I explored was a section of Mykonos Town known as Little Venice.  Why is it called Little Venice?  It is a jumble of narrow streets you can easily get lost in, kind of like the Venice canal system. As with the Plaka, some shops were high end while others sold tourist souvenirs.

Oh, and one last thing.  I mentioned above and in my Athens post about cats.  The one thing that you see, especially on the islands, is the cat.  These cats are not skittish like cats in America.  And they serve a purpose.  The presence of cats keeps the vermin population down.  On Mykonos you can even buy a calendar entitled “The Cats of Mykonos.”  They have a revered place in the culture and community.

The trip to the port of Piraeus presented us with more graffiti.

The port itself is divided into sections with cargo ships on one side and passenger ship is another.

This is just two of the many cargo ships that were headed for Piraeus.

While the port at Mykonos is small and nondescript, the yachts in the harbor show that this is the playground of the rich and famous.

You can take a stroll along the waterfront and enjoy the view.

One of the hotels in the main town of Mykonos even has a small (very small) beach in front.  Most people have to walk from the port to the hotels due to the limited taxi service.

This gives you an idea of how small the beach is outside the hotel.  You need to take a bus to the main beaches.

All along the waterfront there are tavernas to get a delicious repast.

You can’t get sea food any fresher than this.

Little chapels and shrines are all around Mykonos City.  I guess that is so you can pray that you find your way out of Little Venice.

This is an entrance into Little Venice and it is one of the wider streets in the area.

A boutique gift shop which was closed at the time.

I guess that is what you need after you buy jewelry from this shop. 

Some streets had souvenirs aimed at the tourists.  The ever present Mykonos cat is catching some shade.

Streets in Little Venice are about this size.  It is hard to walk two abreast on these streets.

To my amazement, there is at least one hotel within the labyrinth of Little Venice.  I saw two people doing the dreaded bag-drag to get here.

This is about the only motorized vehicle that can get down the streets.

This clothing shop posted a mannequin at the door to model a dress.  Makes it look like someone is standing in the door.

Of course, nearby is another of the cats of Mykonos.

The Piano Bar is hidden within the labyrinth as well.

Mykonos is also known for its windmills.  They sit on the far side of the town. They can be reached by either going through Little Venice or. .

. . . by walking along the waterfront on this very narrow pathway.

Believe it or not, this is a public bathroom along the waterfront.  Blends right in with the rest of the town.

The San Marco Hotel, while away from town, offers a pretty spectacular view.

The lobby has an inviting feel to it.

George is the general manager of the hotel.  He takes an interest in all his guests.

The hotel is very open and is built on a hillside so it has four different levels.  This is the lobby level.

Every room has a small patio area where one can just sit and enjoy the day.  This is the second level.  The staff, who stay at the hotel through the tourist season reside at the highest level.

The gentleman on the right is Lucus.  He is a former member of the Greek army.  He and I (as I am a veteran as well) talked about the different militaries and equipment.  I hope the other receptionist will forgive me for not remembering his name.

This is Valia, the bartender.  She is friendly, vivacious and attentive.  You would think she is Greek but you would be wrong.  She is Albanian.  I met hotel workers and shopkeepers who were from elsewhere in Europe including England and Ireland.  They spend 6 to 9 months on the resort areas of Greece and then return home over the winter. 

This looks like a good place to end my visit to Mykonos.  How better to end this visit than to show two more of the ever present Cats of Mykonos enjoying the shade.

On to the cruise ship to be whisked away to other islands of Greece.  First stop: Patmos.



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Greek Trek 2017: Athens – Lost Luster

As a young Sergeant in the Air Force, I was sent on temporary assignment from my base in England to Athens.  The reason is not important, but I was in Athens for five months.  Flying into Athens I was presented with an expanse of white buildings and a decided lack of high rises like you see in large American or English cities.  Once on the ground I saw that the buildings were whitewashed, well kept and beautiful.  Many years have passed and I once again find myself in Athens.  Flying in I saw much of the same picture I saw all those years ago.  However, on the ground, I was shocked by a decidedly different reality.  The once proud buildings were dull and dilapidated.  Graffiti defaced many of the now forlorn structures.  Financial difficulties brought on by government mismanagement and changes demanded by the European Union have caused Greece to become the pauper of Europe.  But, either despite or because of these difficulties, the Greek people are still proud, bold and hospitable.

This trip to Athens was only over three nights but a lot was packed into that time.  I spent a majority of my time exploring an area called “The Plaka.”  It is an area below the Acropolis with narrow streets lined with shops and eateries.  There is very little vehicular traffic in this area.  The shops sell just about any trinket a tourist could desire from “evil eye” pendants and bracelets to fend off evil to flokati (sheep skin) rugs.  The eateries, better known as tavernas, provided the taste buds with delicious dishes and equally delightful drink to wash it all down. 

The Acropolis

I went to the Acropolis as it was part of the tour package.  I have included a couple of old pictures from my first trip to show some changes.  If you want more photos along with detailed information I suggest you go to Matt Barrett’s excellent site.

This photo I took when I was sent to Athens as a young Sergeant.  Most people think this is the Acropolis.  Actually this is the Parthenon, a temple dedicated to the Goddess Athena, which sits atop the Acropolis.  Back then, there were no paved walkways or stairs.  It was also pretty devoid of people.

Today, the way up to the Acropolis is now nicely paved with steps where needed.

Back then you pretty much had the run of the place with few visitors.

Nearly the same spot today.  Some of the temple has been restored but, as you can see, it is a sea of humanity.  This was as far as I went this trip.  The site was packed!

The Theater of Dionysos back then shows how much the city backs up to the Acropolis.

Today, you can see the reconstruction taking place and some of the modern buildings are gone.

The police patrol the area and these two officers are making sure the street vendors have proper permits to sell their wares.  The other thing I noticed is that, unlike police in an American town who ride the same brand motorcycle, here one is riding a Honda and the other a Suzuki.  The other thing I noticed is that sometimes I would see two policemen per motorcycle.

You can always hire a horse drawn carriage to take you to the base of the Acropolis in style.

And just because you are not in America doesn’t mean you escape seeing Segway tourists.

From the Acropolis you can look out and see other ruins that surround this sacred rock.

The Acropolis Museum, which was not even built the last time I was here, is built over other ancient ruins of an Athenian neighborhood.

Inside there are many artifacts found at the Acropolis. 

This statue, once part of an Acropolis temple shows the toll suffered from decades of pollution and erosion.

The statue shows how the arm is connected to the rest of the sculpture.  According to archeologists, square wooden pegs were used so that the arm stayed in the prescribed position.

All in all, a visit to this ancient site is well worth braving the madding crowds. 

The Plaka

The Plaka District is an area of Athens with narrow streets lined with shops.  There are shops of every kind here.  Some are there selling trinkets to the tourists while others are high end stores catering to the rich and famous.  Intermingled with these shops are tavernas, places that serve delicious Greek cuisine and drink. 

The Plaka is maze of narrow streets where you can easily get lost.  There are maps around to tell you where you are.

Tavernas in the Plaka offer good food and drink with inside and outside seating.

From the hanging birdcage there is no mistaking this for anything but an ice cream shop.

The streets are narrow and packed with tourists shopping for souvenirs.

This is one of the more interesting offerings in the Plaka.  The name was the thing that caught my eye.

Inside you can get the most interesting foot treatment.  These fish eat away your dead skin.  Some say it tickles while others say it feels like tiny nips on the feet.

Need food? Shops have it by the ton.  The plastic sealed packages to the left are olives.

Fine leather goods are readily available.

This building has the remains of a mural.  But you can also see the neglect and decay along with some graffiti.

Graffiti defaced many of the buildings in Athens.

A vintage BMW motorcycle was parked on one street in front of a fence covered in graffiti.

This taverna had a beautiful mosaic on the wall.

Another taverna on the Plaka with plenty of outside seating and across from graffiti.

A honey shop with the freshest honey you can buy.  You can even watch the honey makers at work.

No shopping area is complete unless it has a bakery.

There were many souvenir shops with tee shirts for sale.  I saw some that I liked but due to what was printed on them, I doubt I would be able to wear them anywhere.

This church in the middle of the Plaka. . .

. . .with a beautify mosaic of the Blessed Mother and child.  Churches seemed to be the only buildings devoid of graffiti.

These awnings in the Plaka district show the diversity of the shops.  A cheesy souvenir shop can be next to a high end watch shop.

Do you see the cat amongst the ruins?  Cats will be a recurring theme in this and the posts to come.

My time in Athens is done.  Now it is time to head to the port to catch a boat to the next destination: Mykonos.


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