Henry Griggs Rambling
Visit to Australia 2002
Sydney house 2002
Circular Quay 2004
Circular Quay 2002
Centrepoint Tower 2004
Oz Birds 2004
Oz Birds 2002
Bridge Climb 2002
Photo of the day
Geek Alaska 2003
UK in 2003
Geek Caribbean 2002
Photo Of The Day
Hampton Road Events
Hampton Roads Aussies
Juniper Rowing Club
Great Dismal Regatta
Virginia Beach Belles
Virginia Beach Rowing Club
Williamsburg Boat Club
She's the tour leader, the guru, the boss. She knows Turkey and
she knows history. She's not tall, but she's strong and dominant
and smart and lively and fun. She absolutely bubbles over with
Jenny's husband. A lovely Turkish man who Jenny met on a trip to
Turkey, fell in love with and married. He speaks Turkish,
not surprisingly, which was a blessing. He's tall and handsome,
calm and gentle. Sadly, he was only on the tour with us for a
few days. He spent the rest of the time with his family.
The Turkish Contingent
Our Turkish tour guide. I have anglicised her name, by
replacing the s-cedilla with just an s. But it's
pronounced Shebnem. I haven't found a way to do Turkish
accents in HTML yet. Sebnem was magnificent as our tour guide.
She always had the hotels and our meals organised. When problems
occurred, she always fixed them with minimum fuss, and often
without us knowing that something had gone wrong. She did a
marvelous job of moving us around Turkey, translating and
guiding. We were her first Australian tourists, and I'm sure we
made life difficult for her at times, with our independent ways.
But she coped with us, and managed to stay good-humoured.
Our bus driver. He drove that bus 5,000 kilometers around Turkey
and we lived. And given the state of Turkish traffic, that's
high praise indeed. There were several bus crashes while we in
Turkey, with some Australian tourists killed. The habits of the
drivers border on the insane. We had a few close calls on the
road, but Mustafa always kept us safe. Sebnem told us that he
had driven buses all round Europe, and was very experienced.
He spoke no English, but
he was a talented raconteur in Turkish. He kept Sebnem amused
with his stories, and wherever we stopped, we would come back to
find Mustafa holding court. Always good tempered, always happy,
always there. At the end of a long day walking, the sweetest
sight of all was to see Mustafa and the bus, ready to carry us
Teacher. My wife. Been to Turkey eight years ago and had
fabulous memories of it and wanted to share them with me.
Non-teacher. A complex mix was Barbara. Sophisticated yet
down to earth. Always ready for a laugh and an adventure.
Teacher. A brave lady who had a Turkish bath on the very
first day in Istanbul. Who braved the Istanbul public transport
system solo. An experienced and very hard bargainer,
who got some of the best deals on tour. Laughed lots, and was
great fun to be with.
Solicitor and amateur archaeologist. Quiet, but very
enthusiastic about his archaeology. He persuaded us to take
a short side-trip to see Catalhoyuk. He's great to talk to,
extremely well read, a fascinating speaker, and he likes
Teacher. Tall and determined, lovely smile. Has travelled much and
has a wonderful store of anecdotes. One of the Clinking
Threesome, who liked a small tipple at the end of the day.
Teacher. She's very, very quiet, unless she can't get her morning
shower and then Ms Hyde appears. She is very private and has a
thing about being photographed. Consequently I have practically
no photos with her in them. I did tease her about it at one stage,
and she got a little heated, so I refrained from taking photos.
In the early days of the trip, we had minor altercations about
the separation of the sexes in the heyday of the Ottoman Empire,
but then I took care not to bite whenever she commented, and the
trip went ever so much better after that.
Teacher. Bubbly and lively and a great deal of fun. I think the
hills we had to climb got to her after a while. Erika and
Elizabeth were heading on to Egypt after the Turkey tour, and at
the end of one long climbing day, Erika pleaded with Anne to tell
her that Egypt was flat.
Teacher. A very warm and gentle soul. Not too good at haggling
with the Turks.
Teacher. Marvellously sartorially elegant, from his blue Akubra
to his endless T-shirts. Very knowledgeable, great sense of humour,
lovely laugh, even-tempered (unless a waitress stuffs something up
Non-teacher. Me. No description required.
Teacher. A lovely sweet smile, with a glint in the eye.
Well travelled, with lots of tales to tell. One of the Clinking
Teacher. From the Deep North. Well-travelled, always happy,
always ready with a laugh, always ready for mischief. Enjoyed the
occasional drink, not that we ever had the opportunity to get
more than the occasional drink. By the end of the tour, she was
really starting to miss her husband.
Teacher. Sweet-natured and very adventurous. Had a Turkish
bath off the beaten track, and when she discovered there were
no female bath-attendants, just male, went ahead with the bath.
Teacher. Nicknamed Mavis the Mountain-Goat. She would climb
anything. I was in awe of her physical prowess. I tried to
keep up with her and climb everything too, but no matter where I
went, I would look around and see Mavis striding determinedly away
in the distance, or look up and see Mavis climbing towards the top
of some amphitheatre. One of the Clinking Threesome.
Non-teacher. He works with me. Youngest on the tour. Had an
attack of the dreaded hormones for much of the tour.
Teacher. A happy, bubbly person. Always ready with a laugh
even when things went wrong, and that laugh was so funny and
infectious. Always ready for mischief. Great to go carpet
shopping with. Lovely English accent.
The Group (Reprise)