If dogs run free…

why not me?

Season’s Greetings from Kampala

We are back in Uganda for a visit with Chloe-Rose, Lib and Dennis, and their various relatives and friends. The flight over was via Doha. Twelve hours from Philadelphia to Doha, then six hours from Doha to Entebbe, followed by a fast taxi from Entebbe to Kampala on an unopened new road. Fast and exciting. The flight from Doha was a bit odd. Rather than taking off and heading southwest, we flew north, then east before heading to Entebbe. This was, I presume, to avoid the air space of the UAE, and Saudi Arabia. We hugged the coast along Oman and Yemen, crossed over Djibouti and Ethiopia on course for Entebbe. All very interesting sight seeing, but it added about 2 hours to the flight. But we are here and happy.

Chloe-Rose got an early Christmas present – a new chair and table.


We flew over from Philadelphia in an A380-300. It has three outside cameras: One pointed forward, one downward and one to the rear. The following was from the forward camera (a phone photo of the screen on the plane). Can you guess what it is?


We are still getting used to the time change, so that’s it for today.



We just might stay here.

Don’t do as I have done while on vacation. I’ve made the mistake of reading about Trump and Nazis. Each day seems to bring some new version of hell. Maybe we’ll do as my sister Alice recommends and just stay here.

We’re still here.

When we first came to Paros twenty-one years ago, there were many stray dogs and cats. Today there are very few. This guy, resting on the beach one early morning, is one of the last of his ilk.


There was a program to capture and neuter/spay as many dogs  as possible. The collar indicates he is a pet, not  a stray. one of the altered ones. It appears to have done the trick without having to slaughter the poor beasts. I assume the same program is responsible for the low number of stray cats, although I have seen a number skulking through the weeds.

It has been windy for a good part of this visit. That killed the Cap’n Ben boat trip last week, and appears to be doing the same this week. On the other hand, the winds kick up nice waves at Parasporos beach, where the beach is exposed to the northerly winds that whip down from the continent. Here is a wide view of the beach.


That is our little group under the shade trees. Most of the bathing was done near the center of the beach to avoid the rip current at this end. It tends to dash you against the rocks.

Near sunset most evening there is a crowd gathered at the castro. Here they are viewed from street level on the paralia.


Back at Caminia beach, a lot of time is spent under the shade of the few trees. That is Loukas on the right giving you the look.


No trip to Paros would be complete without Emmett and some of the others demonstrating their cliff jumping skills. Here is Emmett going off the higher cliff, followed by the more manageable one a bit up the coast.




There are many beautiful sunsets, like this one from the other evening.


We have yet to spot Dr. Evil’s boat this year, but I did see this sweet Citroen sitting low by the curb the other day. I assume the hydraulic  suspension was in low setting while parked.


Finally, the reason there is a holiday on Paros (and elsewhere in Greece) is that August 15 is the feast of the Dormition of the Virgin, also know as Assumption of Mary into heaven. This is about all of the parade of the icon through the streets that I could see. The icon itself went by rather quickly.


The picture shows a glimpse of the naval band that came to Paros for the occasion. The truly devout were waiting in church, not on the streets.

A week away.

We’ve been here about a week, and have settled into the usual routine. Get up and wait for Barb to return from walk. Walk together to Krios beach where Barb takes a swim. Return to Argonauta Hotel for breakfast with Lib, Dennis and Chloe-Rose. Go visit Effie et al. at the house. Relax until time to go to the beach. This is to be distinguished from other routines that involve sleeping to the crack-of-noon, or later, eating, swimming, staying up half the night, or more.


Here is a beach scene with our man in Beirut on the left. One beach activity that never gets old for some is to jump off cliffs into a roiling sea. Here Emmett shows how it is done.


Chloe-Rose seems to like the beach as much as her parents do. Good thing, since we go there every day.


We also spend a fair amount of time at the hotel reading and dozing on the patio. Who can blame us in such a serene setting?


The Cap’n Ben trip was canceled due to high winds. I did, however, find this nice example of a sand lily (Pancratium maritimum) at the beach.


Interesting things at the beach.

We went to the beach yesterday and saw these. We may see more.


Libby, Dennis and Chloe-Rose arrived on the boat not long ago. All are smiling and happy to be here. Here she is resting on the bed after along journey. Soon to the beach.

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Back on the island.

We arrived on Paros Friday by air. The charm of the ferry ride was replaced with the ease of flight. A local bus was waiting at the airport, and we made it to the hotel in short order. We’re still adjusting to the time change, but such suffering must be endured.

Libby, Dennis and Chloe-Rose arrive this morning. It will be great to see them.

It has been windy and a bit cloudy.

cloudy sunset

One more thing…

I failed to mention that we spotted Dr. Evil’s yacht, the Ocean Pearl:


It turns out this boat is available for rent by the week. A miserly 113,000 to 128,000 Euros per week and it is ours. It sleeps 12, has a crew of 8. Did I mention it is a luxury yacht? Go to  Superyachts.com and search for Ocean Pearl. Maybe next year?