No wedding parties tonight -
... and it's almost as if something is missing. There was a big gathering on the football field behind the hotel this afternoon. Around 200 hundred people sitting under a kind of sunscreen eating and talking. Although there was no music, it most likely was a wedding party for at the end what looked as gifts was carried onto a huge open truck: items ranging from what looked like a wrapped up fridge, a wardrobe with mirror, some easy chairs, a sofa and two beds - all that is needed in a new home.
The evening came soft and quietly and I have much enjoyed the relative silence which allowed me to stay "home" and even to have dinner at the hotel: "Aloo mater" which is potatoes and green peas served in a delicious curry spiced sauce with cumin seeds. I have completely forgotten how good those seeds are in most preparations. I had ordered butter milk which should be soothing if the curry is too hot. Little did i know that it was to be served salted with grinded cinemon on top like a capuchino is served with a bit of chocolate powder on the cream. Try butter milk with salt and tell me what you think !
Like this yet another lazy day has passed by - a lazy day just like any other day but in a certain way a day full of happy although small events. A couple of days ago my nail scissors broke. The very best and the most expensive ones from the Plasky pharmacie. I tried in vain to fix the little screw that holds the two blades together. This morning I met an electrician who was repairing a bedside lamp and I asked him to lend me his little screwdriver. Smiling at my lack of success, he proposed to do it for me. I smiled at my turn when he had to admit that "not possible, too old" - the scissors which I left with him. Imagine my amazement when he comes back a couple of hours later with a satisfied smile on his face handing me a pair of perfectly operational scissors. No question of payment whatsoever but many bows and thanks and greetings and smiles.
A couple of hours later I was equally amazed by the skills of a shoemaker who works in the street. A skinny little fellow who sits on a paperbag close to the upper entrance to the City Palace where also the ATM machine is. For the equivalent of 1 euro he repaired, in no time, my old black shoes which I was about to abandon at Rhodos back in October. The neatest "embroidery" with solid black thread that even doesn't hurt inside the shoe. To honour his work and to show my satisfaction I felt that I had to accept a shoeshine although I very well new that after a couple of hundred meters on the dusty streets it didn't show anymore.
Spent the day reading and thinking about what to undertake when Karina comes in about 10 days time. There is so much to see and our main problem will be to chose the right sites.
The temperature is raising a bit every day and it's said that the worst is over and that the evenings shall be less chilly as of next week.
A dunkey is giving out loudly his opinion on life a couple of streets away, for the rest there is not the slightest sound to be heard - and I'm in Heaven. No alarm clock tomorrow morning and no obligations whatsoever other than finding a new place where to have lunch.
The evening came soft and quietly and I have much enjoyed the relative silence which allowed me to stay "home" and even to have dinner at the hotel: "Aloo mater" which is potatoes and green peas served in a delicious curry spiced sauce with cumin seeds. I have completely forgotten how good those seeds are in most preparations. I had ordered butter milk which should be soothing if the curry is too hot. Little did i know that it was to be served salted with grinded cinemon on top like a capuchino is served with a bit of chocolate powder on the cream. Try butter milk with salt and tell me what you think !
Like this yet another lazy day has passed by - a lazy day just like any other day but in a certain way a day full of happy although small events. A couple of days ago my nail scissors broke. The very best and the most expensive ones from the Plasky pharmacie. I tried in vain to fix the little screw that holds the two blades together. This morning I met an electrician who was repairing a bedside lamp and I asked him to lend me his little screwdriver. Smiling at my lack of success, he proposed to do it for me. I smiled at my turn when he had to admit that "not possible, too old" - the scissors which I left with him. Imagine my amazement when he comes back a couple of hours later with a satisfied smile on his face handing me a pair of perfectly operational scissors. No question of payment whatsoever but many bows and thanks and greetings and smiles.
A couple of hours later I was equally amazed by the skills of a shoemaker who works in the street. A skinny little fellow who sits on a paperbag close to the upper entrance to the City Palace where also the ATM machine is. For the equivalent of 1 euro he repaired, in no time, my old black shoes which I was about to abandon at Rhodos back in October. The neatest "embroidery" with solid black thread that even doesn't hurt inside the shoe. To honour his work and to show my satisfaction I felt that I had to accept a shoeshine although I very well new that after a couple of hundred meters on the dusty streets it didn't show anymore.
Spent the day reading and thinking about what to undertake when Karina comes in about 10 days time. There is so much to see and our main problem will be to chose the right sites.
The temperature is raising a bit every day and it's said that the worst is over and that the evenings shall be less chilly as of next week.
A dunkey is giving out loudly his opinion on life a couple of streets away, for the rest there is not the slightest sound to be heard - and I'm in Heaven. No alarm clock tomorrow morning and no obligations whatsoever other than finding a new place where to have lunch.
posted by Bente at Friday, February 04, 2005
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