MV Athena’s version of a Mediterranean cruise, which after leaving a bit of non-place, Civitavecchia, encompassed ‘a day and a bit’ visits to Naples, Venice, Dubrovnik, Corfu and Athens. Named after the Greek Goddess of Wisdom, the MV Athena is a small ship, one size down from the Utrillo, and several sizes down from the Queen Mary 2. Her passenger manifest, on this voyage at least, is mostly Australian, Western Australians at that. We’ll have more to say about the ‘palace’ Athena (named after the Greek Goddess of Wisdom) in our next posting.
Naples was a visit to Pompeii, which included glimpses of Mt Vesuvius, the source of all its troubles in AD79, and a promenade through what remains of its streets, to some of its palaces, eating places, even its X-rated brothels. One was struck about how modern a town Pompeii was—not that different from present day Naples, which struck us, with its monumental buildings and piazzas as a kind of Milan-by-the-Sea, but with just a soupcon more craziness and a lot more garbage. Colin wished he taken more notice of the San Carlo Opera House, which is where the Peroglesi music that formed the basis of Stravinsky’s Pulcinella, was unearthed.
Ports of Call II: Adriatic Sea
Next stop was Venice, which looks even more special from the vantage point of an arriving ship. This time we decided to take vaporetti to Murana and Burano, with a side stop at Isola di San Michele (like Paris’ Pere Lachaise but in a more kempt state), to visit the tombs of Russian poet Joseph Brodsky,
composer Igor Stravinsky and impresario Serge Diaghelev. Murano, out in the Lagoon, is glass works incarnate. Burano, its island neighbour, which has all the charms that Murano lacks, is a living community (lace-makers and fishermen though we did meet a Thai woman who by marriage had become the proprietress of a restaurant certified as serving true Venetian fare). We also revisited the Peggy Guggenheim Collection, surely the best-appointed gallery in the world and where we were relieved as were others overheard to agree how wonderful and refreshing to see some 20th Century works after the Christian surfeit of Venetian art.
Dubrovnik, Croatia, is a walled town with, like all the villages, towns and cities, in this part of the Dalmatian coast, displays many Venetian features and influences. Because of its walls, Dubrovnik is World Heritage Listed, which the locals regard with ambivalence, since they say it stymies development. We enjoyed our walk around the walls, with glimpses across the terra cotta roofs and beautiful sea views, and a stroll through some of the tiny, steep alleys of which the old town is comprised. We would have liked more time to acquire more than a post-card view of its history.
Ports of Call III: Ionian Sea
Also occupied by the Venetians and just about everyone else, including at one stage, the English, was Corfu. Tourists from just about every corner of the globe now occupy it instead. Running alongside its cricket ground in the Corfu’s town centre is the Liston, which is modelled on the Rue de Rivoli, in Paris, and which every Sunday is where Corfucians promenade, in sartorial splendour. One of the best places to take in Corfu is from its old fort, which is sculptured into the cliffs. We ate lunch at a taverna called the Posiedon (quite a common name in this most nautical of cities), a way from the tourist strip overlooking the old and very run down old port. There was nothing old or tired about the food, which would have pleased the sea God himself.
Ports of Call IV: Aegean Sea
Our last and, in many respects, best Mediterranean excursion was that to the Parthenon, Athens, and for which Thom Gorst’s architecture lectures on the QM2 proved to be a good primer. As the guide described the main features of the Parthenon, the various orders of columns, Doric, Ionian, and Corinthian (the most decorated), came back to mind. The experience was a salutary reminder of the fact that the architectural wisdom of the modern world (as well as other, wisdoms: political, artistic, poetic) all had its beginnings in Athens. In spite of the depredations to the Greek economy, the commitment to restoring the Parthenon to its former glory proceeds with gusto. It is of note that the lead stolen long along from the columns has been replaced by titanium, the same element as Colin and Claire’s wedding rings It seemed a really fitting place therefore for the MV Athena of all ships to visit.
From Europe to Asia via the Suez Canal
Piraeus (like Cherbourg and like Europe in general) is going through a wave of strikes at the moment, as various European governments punish their peoples for the banking debacle that led up the GFC. Industrial action along with inclement action led to the Athena being held up in port for a day, which had the consequence of our trip to the Pyramids being cancelled. Travelling through the Suez Canal was an unexpected pleasure. Seeing large tracts of sand, oases, small towns and minarets was a reminder that we have now changed continents, moved from prosperity to poverty, though the only evidence of this was many broken down abodes for soldiers (again with guns at the ready) on the edge of the canal.
From the beginning of the Red Sea to Colombo, Shri Lanka, we travelled in an International Security Corridor, which meant travelling in a convoy, with warships from many nations, watching us at a distance. The stern of the MV Athena protective nets over the stern, portholes were covered, the ship was blacked out at night and it had a water canon at the ready, should any marauding Pirates of Somalia have the temerity to penetrate the security cordon. Helicopters and surveillance aircraft flew overhead. Overkill perhaps, but perhaps better than the alternative, a stint in Somalia.
On the Atlas, Suez to Colombo does not seem an overly long trip but it seemed that way. Between them the Red Sea and the Gulf of Aden (sandwiched between Yemen and Somalia), the most hazardous parts of the voyage, occupied six days. Which was followed by three days in the Arabian Sea, whose moderate seas were less than moderate and caused a deal of mal de mer aboard which combined with the cold that flew around the ship with considerable gusto, made for many miserable passengers.
It was a relief therefore to reach Colombo, whose port is the third largest in Asia. We thought we were under siege such was the naval presence but it was merely that Sri Lanka’s Navy was celebrating its sixtieth birthday. In our truncated shore visit we managed to see many of Colombo’s more interesting sites: the markets near the port, the Museum, built by the British, the Cricket Ground, and a most interesting Bhuddist Temple, where an elephant stood guard, consuming bucket loads of bananas and melons. However there was also a considerable presence of armed soldiers and road blockades that we were assured were there as the Catholic Bishop was being inaugurated and a large number of dignitaries were in town for the occasion but one had the impression that this level of security was commonplace.
No comments:
Post a Comment