Greek photos
Sep. 28th, 2006 06:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylNow that I've been back for a few weeks, I've finally managed to find time to take my holiday snaps down to Boots to get them developed. Despite hoping against hope that my tedious gallery of dull sailing photos would get accidentally swapped with those of an extreme sports nut, it looks like mine have returned sadly intact. Here, for those of you with a strong stomach and a high boredom threshold are a couple of pictures:
Here's me risking a nasty dose of solar radiation just so that I can keep an eye on the sails. What's that you say, Flipper? The thing under my right hand is the autohelm? Well, shiver me timbers, why am I bothering to look up at the sail when I could be tucked up with a nice book while the autohelm does the hard work?
The Ionian is surprisingly beautiful: with nice little towns, verdant woods, impressive hills, clear blue water. Shame you can't see all that in this photo because most of it has been blocked out by me and my hat.
So, there I was, minding my own business when this guy in a red shirt comes and sits down in front of me. From the tan, it looks like he's been out here for a while. I bet he doesn't have a real job. He's probably some sort of academic. Either that or a hobo.
After I fussed and coughed and muttered things like, "Do you absolutely have to sit there", my pater eventually moved himself to windward to help to flatten the boat off. Good thing he did: it gives you a better view of Levkas in the background.
The truly observant will notice that I seem to have managed to get my sails all confused — the main is on the port gybe and the genny on starboard. How on earth did I allow myself to get into such a situation?
Here's me risking a nasty dose of solar radiation just so that I can keep an eye on the sails. What's that you say, Flipper? The thing under my right hand is the autohelm? Well, shiver me timbers, why am I bothering to look up at the sail when I could be tucked up with a nice book while the autohelm does the hard work?
The Ionian is surprisingly beautiful: with nice little towns, verdant woods, impressive hills, clear blue water. Shame you can't see all that in this photo because most of it has been blocked out by me and my hat.
So, there I was, minding my own business when this guy in a red shirt comes and sits down in front of me. From the tan, it looks like he's been out here for a while. I bet he doesn't have a real job. He's probably some sort of academic. Either that or a hobo.
After I fussed and coughed and muttered things like, "Do you absolutely have to sit there", my pater eventually moved himself to windward to help to flatten the boat off. Good thing he did: it gives you a better view of Levkas in the background.
The truly observant will notice that I seem to have managed to get my sails all confused — the main is on the port gybe and the genny on starboard. How on earth did I allow myself to get into such a situation?
Ok, I admit it. I was kidding about taking my film down to the chemists. I may not have joined the digital photography revolution, but my parents have, so kudos to them for the blurry, insipid images you've just wasted thirty precious seconds of your life perusing. And if you haven't wasted thirty seconds of your life, know that I am extremely hurt that you no longer like me enough to spend mere minutes of your time viewing some of the most spectacular visual images that mankind has ever produced, and that it is unlikely that I will ever speak to you again.
