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Touching the Old World in the Balkans
It was hard to bid farewell to Venice as it is such an amazing city. The water, the art, the culture of old and new. Plus, just by chance we happened to meet a couple we had shared time with in the Swiss Alps on our way to the Top of Europe. Saying good-bye is difficult so we stopped saying that and now just part with “cheers, see you at some future stop.” We wave and board the high speed ferry.
1. Across the Gulf of Venezia to the Adriatic.
The feelings of melancholy on leaving Venice do not last long. We have luxurious seating on the upper deck of our high-speed catamaran. We were no more than 25 minutes into our four-hour trip when we chanced to meet a young couple from Queens (New York). He, a deeply tanned, ebullient young man (perhaps Sean at a more mature age), who grew up in the Dominican Republic. She, from a small town just a few minutes from where our friends from Victoria are staying with their families near Labina in Istria.
They travel back to Croatia each year to spend time with her family and then return to the bustle of New York, where their lives are centred. We exchanged travel tips (places to go and things to see) and shared stories of our varied families, homes and views of the world. Ah, she also mentioned she is a skydiver, and they loved the pictures of our experience paragliding high over the Alps when in Interlaken visiting friends. It would be great to meet this young couple again.
Croatia appears in the north as we travel past Pula, near the southern tip of Istria and glide into Rabac harbour. The hillsides are covered with colourful homes and great bursts of flowering shrubs. The harbour below is filled with boats, and the sidewalks with people. We are greeted at the terminal by our friends Adriano, Rosana and their daughter Vanessa. They never expected we would one day meet them in the country where they grew up.
2: Meeting the Families of Friends from Victoria
Our trip to meet Adriano’s mom and dad (we met them ten years earlier when they visited Victoria – his dad and I are only four months apart in age) is very quick as Adriano is free to drive in his preferred style (fast and furious with traffic control signs acting only as a very loose guideline that can be observed or not as impulse might dictate.
After a short visit, we are off to meet Rosana’s parents, who are also just visiting from Victoria (also our neighbour’s Royal Oak)) who maintain a home where Rosana grew up (5 minutes from Adriano’s childhood home). Present is her grandfather, two uncles, an aunt and several other relatives and friends.
Her parents are leaving the next day (after six weeks) and heading back to Victoria. They kindly offered us the use of their home for a couple of days while we got oriented. They have been in the process of renovating over the past few years, and it is a lovely place in a farm setting alongside other relatives.
Even though we have a language barrier, we feel most welcome. To give you a sense of this small farm area (as compared to our homes in Alberta, these homes and large tracts of land have been in these families for 400 500 years or more – no one knows how far the families stretch back. It is clear that all things being equal, these homes will stay in the families for hundreds of years into the future as they pass from family to family, and even those that live in other countries maintain a share.
The homes themselves are built to last hundreds of years as the walls are nearly a foot thick, and the tile on each roof looks to last a hundred years after an installation and periodic repair. They also have smoke and curing rooms that are not used as much now but still serve the families well. There is also the “vina room”, where each family prepares ample quantities each year from grapes grown on their vineyards with meticulous care.
The wine flows freely, and the food is sumptuous. Lynn has even taken to having a glass of wine at the most unusual of times (did I catch her having a little vino at breakfast?). In the early afternoon of our second day, Adriano and Rosana leave to drive her parents back to Zagreb for their flight back to Canada. The parting is touching as tears are evident in the eyes of the whole family – they all maintain close family connections even though they spend most of their lives living thousands of miles apart.
Lynn and I will long treasure meeting with these families and count the visit to Istria as among the highlights of our travels over the past several months.
Three hundred and forty stair steps down from our residence to the central harbour, but it seems like 680 when climbing back up with a 5 kg backpack after a day of swimming, sunning and touring (and a few wine). Again we have wonderful hosts who greet us in the morning with hot water for our coffee and a jigger of snaps that we certainly cannot refuse.
Even Lynn, the trooper she is, accepts the offer.
We would like to speak to them in other than broken Croatian and sign language. For example, she took our laundry today and even ironed my “no need for iron” shirt even though she is housebound as she cannot negotiate the long flight of steps to the street to their home. As for Lynn and Harold, we continue to walk whenever possible, and yesterday came back from the old city of Labin along a five km trail that was rough but scenic as we descended about 1000 feet from the original Roman city to Rabac (Istria and the Dalmation Coast were for many centuries part of the Roman empire, and in the early 20th century part of Italy (until severed after WW2 when given to Yugoslavia).
Along the path from Labin, we met a family from the Netherlands who, as we have come to expect in these chance meetings, have common bonds. They lived in Victoria for one year while he was on a contract at the Graving Dock in Victoria overseeing the refitting of a Dutch Ship. As well, one of their married sons now lives and works in Victoria (his office right on the Inner Harbour), and his wife is from Victoria). They are doing a bike tour of Croatia (sounds like a lot of work on these hot afternoons).
Adriano and Rosana’s son (Michael) and two buddies (Kyle and Alex – both friends with Sean from soccer) arrived for a two-week stay. They will likely find Rabac to their liking as the beaches are swarming with young women from all over Europe, and the girls seem to outnumber the boys by 2-1. I don’t suppose it hinders their interest in that most of these beaches are topless (as they were, strangely enough, in Holland).
From the time we arrived, the language barrier has been more significant than we have experienced thus far. This may be because the area we visit attracts many folks from other parts of the Balkans and from more eastern European countries (we have met several from Poland). While those in the tourism industry speak English, there are many Canadians in the tourist mix – the eight of us from Victoria probably make up 80%+ of the Canadians.
In any event, we will continue to enjoy the sights (Lynn keeps jabbing me in the ribs on that count) and the sounds of a country filled with warm and welcoming people who are only now recovering from the recent challenges in the economy and the political unrest that has characterized the Balkans for so many years over the past half-century. That is partly why so many of their young people have chosen to look for greener (if not warmer) pastures abroad.
4 Cultural Differences
After a few days in Rabac we are struck by the fact that we’ve never seen a policeman and only heard one siren (that of an ambulance). If there are liquor laws, they are very lax (or perhaps unnecessary) as you can drink at leisure with your lunch on the beach or in the park, and all stores, including convenience stores, have an ample supply. Likewise, the “optional top” draws little attention on any beach.
In the evening, the 4-5 kilometers of waterfront walkways are filled with people, and there are several clubs for food, dancing and general entertainment. By midnight everything is still packed as these folks tend to eat their evening meal very late as many businesses close for the afternoon (1:00 – 5:00), and there are few people on the street.
In many respects, this city is much like any water-based tourist centre in BC or Alberta. We have yet to see a drunk or disturbance on the beach, sidewalks, or club. Everyone, young and old, behaves civilly and young and old alike mix freely at every location. We have been to Penticton and Alberta Beach during the peak summer holiday season and witnessed disorderly conduct and near-riot conditions. Countries that have grown with few laws regarding substance use (particularly alcohol) tend to have fewer problems.
Now all is not goodness and light as it seems “soccer hooliganism” is a way of life for some folks in more than one European country. At a game recently played in Zagreb, the stands were devoid of fans as the Croatian team squared off in a playdown match. As a penalty for recent fan behaviour by the Croatian supporters, FIFA would not allow any fans for the home matches. While spending several years with FIFA and CSA organizing and attending International games, Lynn and I have witnessed our fair share of soccer hooliganism even in our own country (e.g. Toronto in 2007 with riot, a bus destroyed and teargas to disperse the crown). It was strange to see a game (broadcast on TV) playing to empty stands in a large stadium.
5. My Soul Mate in Life
Lynn and I have not been home in Victoria for our past ten Anniversaries, so why would we expect Number Eleven (or 25 as is the case) be any different? Many of our absences have been while on holidays – 2008 Mom’s Birthday Party in Cold Lake, 2007 with friends in Montreal, 2006, heaven knows, but it was not in Victoria, 2005 Kamloops (Kari and Ed’s Wedding) and so on. Over the years, more often than not, it has been Cold Lake while visiting family. That is good as that is where we married 25 years ago on Mom and Dad’s farm in Cold Lake.
Living through 25 years does take a bit of work, but the exciting part was to have spent those 25 years with Lynn. She is my soul mate and my life companion during the ups and downs that life throws at you. Now we are hobo travelling buddies as we backpack around Europe and other parts of the world. We now get to share so many beautiful parts of the world. We can survive as we have done well so far. The dramatic change in lifestyle since Lynn retired from full-time work and me from organizing soccer games and events means we now pay our way but do not have the work involved with the other. In that case, we shall be able to tackle anything the next 25 can throw at us.
For our Anniversary celebration, we will board a make-believe pirate ship and sail off to some Island in the Adriatic (Isle of Cres I think). If things hold true to form, we will no doubt make some new friends and will have new experiences we can share each other and with you. As we sail along, we have ample time to contemplate the many people who have helped us reach so many milestones in our lives.
I love you Lynn, it has been a wonderful 25 years.
6 On Places to Stay and People We Meet
We have become adept at finding economical and friendly places to stay, as you may have gathered from many of our earlier stories. B&Bs, hotels (Ibis, Mercury, etc. – usually located near bus/train stations for late-night arrivals), University hostels and, periodically, private homes of friends. Only once since we left Victoria some months ago have we booked in advance (San Malo) even though we were sometimes tired and perhaps a little testy from a long day of travel.
In Rabac, following our two-day stay with friends, we found a private home that rents rooms. It was owned by an elderly couple (I use the word endearingly as you might say I am an older man travelling with a younger woman) – don’t you think Lynn is looking lovely with her emerging dark tan?). (Harold has asked me to read and edit his notes but really ‘what can one say to that!!)
We have a room with a beautiful view of the Adriatic all at the cost of about $40 Canadian per night (consider that four and five star hotels start at $350 Canadian per night). The owners do not speak a word of English, but we have learned much about their family – they have two children and three grandchildren; one child is a Doctor in a small community in Istria, and the other an auto mechanic in Rijeka). She has three sisters and six brothers, and her husband has ten siblings. They have been married for 50 years. It would be so interesting to hear more about their lives.
The woman reminds us so much of our moms – welcoming, proud, nurturing – both she and her husband have taken to greeting us in the morning with an ounce and a half of schnapps, coffee and special dishes (flat pancakes of the Norwegian type, fried bread, meats and an assortment of other goodies (note: this is not a bed and breakfast). This is particularly noteworthy as this sweet lady is mostly housebound as she has injuries to both knees, her back is in a brace, and there are at least 50 steps down from their home to the nearest road. I pack the weekly garbage down to the road below as her husband is away somewhere and she is left to wash the sheets and clean the rooms. We shall miss this wonderful couple and will take away fond memories of our stay in their home.
7. Off top Slovania
Slovenia, immediately north of Croatia, takes us on a 2½ hour bus trip by several seaside communities and through the city of Rijeka (a main port at the north end of the Adriatic). The road winds high into the mountains on a coastal route reminiscent of British Columbia. Notably, there is only sparse settlement, and the mountainsides covered with heavy second-growth trees with a small smattering of conifers (I think I have the general name right).
This area once had many more conifers, but they may have been clear cut at one time (a la BC), and the growth we see now has returned as a deciduous second growth. Nevertheless, the coastline is picturesque and has numerous secluded swimming spots that appear to be well used by the locals and, perhaps, return tourists. Both the coastal highway and later the four lane divided freeway is pristine (clearly marked and with many viewpoints along the route). Everything looks brand new.
Slovania is a member of the EU and appears to be somewhat more commercially advanced. Both countries have a small populations, probably in the range of 2-3 million and, I suppose, well over three quarters live in the larger centres as in most countries. Slovenia is more influenced by the cultures to the north (Austria, Germany), whereas Croatia is more to the south (Mediterranean) as the architecture changes quickly between the two countries.
We visited the Postojnska Jama (Caves), apparently the largest in Europe, and were not disappointed. On a small train, we travelled several kilometres into the mountain and entered absolutely cavernous areas filled with stalactites and stalagmites. We proceeded for a further 1500 meters on foot, and at one point, the lights went out (briefly). It was pitch black with children screaming for their mothers, men and women crying, dogs howling, and cats screaming. CNN was probably reporting live …. thank heavens, this was not Transylvania, or we would have all been bled out ….ha, ha).
8. Well Uncle Buck, It’s Plains and Trains and Automobiles
To paraphrase my mother: well Uncle Buck, we have done castles and caves, churches … we now add a Collesium .. Roman that is. Pula wss under the direction of the Julius Claudius dynasty starting about 100 BCE; this is one of the six largest coliseums of ancient Rome. They did it all in this amphitheatre: theatre, gladiator fights, and fights between gladiators and animals (lions I suppose). Sitting in the stands, it is not hard to imagine being here 2000 years ago. The Roman influence throughout this entire region is extensive.
I think it would be too hot to fight off the lions today as the temp in the stadium is about 38C. Considering these ruins have been here for over 2000 years, they remain fairly intact, and more is being restored all the time. Even the plastic chairs they excavated in 2008 (photo 4) are in remarkable shape. I guess the plastic was shielded from the effects of ultra violet rays by being covered in dirt!!!! Names still appear on some of the chairs (Julius, Claudius, Flavious, Cassia, Calpurnia, Aelia, etc.)
We have finished the “a’s” (art, artisans, airports, airplanes) and think we will now need to leave the “c” words alone as you can only do so many castles, caves, churches and colliseums. We will also ease up on the “b’s” (beaches, boats, buses). Ah, perhaps we need to move on …… ha, ha (methinks perhaps Harold has had a bit too much of the heat by this posting!!)
9 Domestic Bliss
We have recently been travelling in a part of the world where the marriage roles seem more traditional than Lynn, and I have practiced over the past 25 years. As we are embarking on our next 25 it makes sense (to me at least) to try becoming a bit more traditional in our roles by taking on new challenges.
As you may note in the attached pictures, I have become more immersed in work and the local culture rather than just tourist, tourist, tourist. I find relief by taking a bit of time to work with others. That helps me gets me closer to the “culture”. Lynn’s not all that impressed by the young woman I’m helping to tend the bar on the waterfront. Also, a couple of days a week crewing on a ship is just the thing to release those travel pressures that build up. I am also interested in indulging a bit more on my photo interests as the scenery here, as I have mentioned, is lovely. And finally, it is nice when I get home to do a little writing before dinner is served.
This is not entirely selfish as it will give Lynn time to pursue some of the more traditional marriage roles for which she lost touch due to her full time work at the Pension Corp. Now that she is retired, she can pursue these things without feeling so tired at the end of the day. We are also very much attuned to preserving the environment in every way possible (just as my mom did). Don’t you love this dedication to a cause?
Well, I am sad to say, Lynn has read this post on Facebook, looked at the pictures and, I don’t know why, does not share my enthusiasm for exploring new roles. As a matter of fact she became quite verbal in expressing her thoughts on this subject, and consequently, as you will note in the final photo, she has some ideas of her own. Oh well, as a good husband, I will take time to let her indulge her fantasies.
We have considered moving south but it appears that the travel ‘anomalies’ become increasingly more evident as we move south to Albania, Bosnia, etc. We have also found the language barrier to be more challenging since we entered the Balkans and aren’t certain if we are ‘sufficiently seasoned’ (or up to date in our charades) to tackle this.
We have decided to take the “Hobo Traveler” advice – if your travel plans are not working to your advantage, just rethink your plans. Well to this end, Lynn got on the web and promptly found Ryan Air seats to London, one way from Pula, for about $100 Can each (all included). I now firmly believe that Lynn will soon have the airlines paying us to travel with them.
We decided, instead, to spend more time with Aunt Jessie in Oxford. Lynn has also found a good rate on an early return flight to Canada which we are seriously considering. Our change in planning is partly aimed at taking advantage of an invitation to visit Australia (Lynn’s uncle) and New Zealand (friends we met along the way and Vicki’s family) in late September-early October.
This would also allow us to spend some time in Canada with family, travel back to Cold Lake for part of August in order to complete some work at that end, and home to Victoria for the month of September while Sean and Brendan are away in Toronto on business. We would be able to spend time with Jay and relax a bit at home.
While the plan is tentative at this point – we are beginning to turn our thoughts to home and are excited about seeing all of you, hearing how your summer has been and sharing some of our experiences/photos with you. With Lynn’s finesse in picking reasonable costs for our flights we should be in good shape whatever our direction we travel.
Bye, Bye Croatia, Hello Again London.
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Halloween 2022 at the McNeill’s
Lynn sketched this welcoming sign
October 31, 2022
Over the course of the afternoon and evening we received a hoard of kids and adults (estimated at 150-200), all in a variety of great costumes. To get to the treats, they had to travel through the yard to reach the front door where they were greeted by a “schoolmarm” who questioned them about “have you completed you homework?” to which she was given all manner of answers (mostly yes, as they knew that likely meant an immediate treat). For the younger ones, perhaps intimidated by the sights and sounds, mom or dad supplied a reassuring hand to the front door. It was fortunate we purchased all those extra treats as by 8:45 the well was dry.
This was “Year 1” of expanding the Halloween scene to the full front and side yard. The whole family, including Jay and Jeff, Avery, Lynn, shared in creating many of the new caricatures and ghostly scenes. For some supplies Jay and I made a couple of trips to the Salvation Army on Quadra where we collected costumes and masks as well as other miscellaneous articles used for the various scenes. At home we used straw to stuff the body costumes, with the pumpkin heads being attached to a small shoulder board before being attached to a support pole driven into the ground.
To hold the black pumpkin ghosts, we used the same method to attach the pumpkin head, then placed the head over an inverted wire garden trellis (we forced the three wires into the bottom of the pumpkin, then rolled down a heavy-duty black plastic garbage bag. The inverted trellis was pushed down over a large, inverted plastic plant pot (photo description in the album). For the white ghosts we attached a stiff wire circle to a shoulder board and secured the wire head with two screws. We then folded over white sheets (purchased from the Salvation Army).
We completed the night scene by placing red, white, and yellow bulbs of various sizes in and around the scenes. This gave the entire yard an eerie feel when accompanied by Halloween music found on YouTube and played moderately loud on the external trailer speakers.
As you might guess from the scenes, over the summer and fall, the front yard was transformed into a summer camp spot for family and guests, complete with trailer, gas campfire and BBQ, swings, swing ropes, sandbox (the Pirate Ship), a well as a tree house and lookout tower attached to a 30-foot slack line.
We rather expect this will become an annual practice back by popular demand.
Link Here to Facebook Photo Album
Cheers,
The McNeill’s
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The Limits of Freedom
While two of these five leaders have lost their job since the last election, our democracy remains strong because leaders can only lead as long as they are supported first by their party and then by Canadians in an election. In many countries around the world, leaders remain in power regardless of the wishes of their party or general population. A danger can arise when domestic and foreign interests seek to undermine our democracy. Although we maintain a solid right to protest, we must all accept some limits on that right. Those limits kick in when they interfere with the rights of the majority
National Post, February 15, 2022
Two excellent articles in the Post today. The first, a joint comment by Peter McKay, a former senior Conservative during the Harper years, and a retired Ottawa Police Chief, Vern White, titled “This is Anarchy. Order must be restored.” The article provides an unequivocal statement that using every means necessary to dismantle this protest is not a strike against democracy; it was a way to preserve it.
Having a senior Conservative thinker and former senior member of the party, taking a solid stand like this, speaks well for the view of the majority of the Conservative Party membership as well as the entire Left side of the political spectrum.The challenge faced by the majority of Conservatives is that the extreme right of their party carries a much louder, in your face, voice. This is clearly demonstrated in the current protests. It’s also a side of the party that attracts extremist groups whose agenda is often far beyond the far-right led by Maxime Bernier and the Peoples Party of Canada.
As we’ve all observed, the moment a centrist Conservative leader emerges (e.g. McKay, Sheer, O’Toole), it’s not long before the loud voice of the extremists takes over. Those groups start a fight that soon leads to those centrist leaders being dumped as “not Conservative enough”. In all this in-fighting, the good news for Canada is that the majority of people in Canada, be they Conservative, Liberal, NDP, Green or Bloc, supports the rule of law and our freedoms in a way that makes Canada a democratic leader in the world along side Australia, New Zealand, and others that have taken a similar stand. That fact that that Conservatives breath fire and brimstone when speaking about the party in power and its leader, is just the way politicians play the game. Article in the National Post Article on Press Reader
The second article, Civil Servants, NASA workers among donors, provides background on the hacker who gained access to the US Christian GiveSendGo site that intended to funnel millions into the Ottawa protests. While I generally don’t support ‘hackers’ as they most often gain access for the purpose of enriching themselves, others do it for altruistic purposes, as was done in this case. We all remember the Panama Papers and how those documents provided by Edward Snowden, opened the doors for many countries to chase down money hidden by some of the most powerful “men” in the world.
In the present case all those millions of dollars are now locked away by the hackers and cannot be used by the GoSendGo group. Further they have placed a scrolling message on the site outlining their aims. Again, if you have a chance, read the background on the GiveSendGo page. I cannot find a link to the National Post article, so I’ve included a few screenshots. One of the most disgusting and lasting symbols of that extended protest was the way the protestors abused the Canadian Flag as they dragged it through the mud as they cried for “Freedom”.
A few screen shots provided below
Foreign funding of political activism
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