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“The Judas Curse” – Symi island – interview with James Collins

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Greece seems to be very popular at the moment regarding the location and theme for various films.You’ll already have seen my twenty-four hours spent on the island of Aegina with “The Journey” film crew. You’ll have also read my interview with Marcus Markou about “Papadopoulos & Sons.”

Today Bex talks to James Collins, resident of Symi, creator of blog Symi Dream and Producer & Scriptwriter of The Judas Curse— a new horror film. It recently reached its funding pledge through the Kickstarter Campaign and because of its success, will start filming in October 2013 on the Greek island of Symi, near Rhodes.


Synopsis

When Chris finds out his dead father’s legacy is no more than a mysterious riddle only he can solve, he’s not interested. He just wants to pay a flying visit to the remote Greek island where the old renegade died, sort out his belongings, and go. But it’s not that simple.

Meeting a beautiful, mysterious woman, Stavroula, Chris learns his father died investigating an ancient mystery and may have unearthed a valuable treasure. But some secrets are best left buried. His father was working in a desolate, semi-deserted and half-ruined village where the inhabitants are inexplicably killing themselves in horrifying ways. Although Stavroula tries to convince him that because of his father’s meddling, only Chris can save them, it’s not his problem. Until he finds that it is, and realises his life is in danger. Chris is forced to take on the dark, evil force two thousand years old that once again is stalking the island, growing stronger every day. Trying to overcome the Judas Curse, he soon realises that death is just the easy option.

Source: http://www.thejudascurse.co.uk/story.html

leavingcairo_james_collinsJames, thank you for agreeing to this interview. You’ll have seen from my site I am keen to interview authors and, more recently, film directors who concentrate on Greece.

Why was Symi chosen as the destination to film “The Judas Curse?”

There’s something mysterious & magical, sad yet beautiful about…[Symi]

Hands up to that one. The island, and particularly the ruins in the village, inspired me and, when I sent some images and story outline to 1066 Productions, they saw the same potential as I did. The story could in fact be filmed in any village, or any small location, but there is something mysterious and magical, sad and yet beautiful about the lanes of Horio that you won’t find anywhere else. Hollywoodwould spend millions building a set like this; here we have it for free.

You live on Symi and I assume have immersed yourself into island culture. What was your main reason for choosing Symi to live?

I first came to Symi in 1996 and immediately felt that intangible ‘thing’ that draws people back year after year. I also felt inspired to write something during that holiday, and plotted out, and started to write, a novel. When my partner Neil(Gosling – Stills Photographer) and I decided in 2001 that we would like to try living abroad for a year we looked at a couple of other islands first. But having been to Symi three more times by then, we decided that really this was the place for us.

There are some rising actors starring in “The Judas Curse:” British acting talent Kurtis Stacy of Emmerdale and Rebecca Grant of Holby City as well as veteran actor Richard Syms, to name but a few.

How did casting for “The Judas Curse” come about? 

[The lead actor Kurtis Stacy] is looking forward to immersing himself into the island’s history and culture – sampling a traditional Greece

Chris Hastings, the executive producer from 1066 Productions, put out casting notices online in the various websites that are used for this and was deluged by applications from agents and actors all over Europe. One of the notices was for a Greek character, Stavroula, and while we had a number of Greeks applying, we also had a number of other nationalities, especially Russians, which was interesting. Some of them made the point that Russian was very similar to Greek, although we weren’t exactly convinced by that from an acting point of view. As it turned out, we did go for a non-Greek, but someone with a mixed Asian and Spanish background, who looks as if she could be Greek. And she really impressed us with her ability to deliver her English lines in a Greek accent. Rebecca Grant also happens to be a cousin of the Queen, as interesting aside, but that wasn’t a necessary qualification for the part. The lead role of “Chris” is a hugely challenging one. This was a really difficult one to cast, but Kurtis Stacey was the only actor who hit all the right buttons and we think he will do a superb job of bringing this demanding role to the screen. We’re really excited about him. Kurtis has been to Greece once before, years ago on a family holiday to Corfu, which he loved. But he’s really looking forward to sampling a quite different type of Greek location, and he wants to immerse himself in discovering the island’s culture and history. We had a number of very well-known veteran actors apply for the part of Frank, all of them had huge potential in different ways, and we not only had a choice of famous names, but a choice of interesting different ways the character could be portrayed. Eventually, we went with Richard Syms because he had one special quality we think will give him an advantage, because in his non-acting life, Richard is also a priest. Wookie Mayer is a huge stroke of luck. We didn’t put her role out to casting because we already knew she was just the person we needed. She plays Helen, a German psychologist carrying out research on the island. Helen is a bubbly, slightly scatter-brained character. Not only is Wookie German, and also a professionally trained psychologist, she also happens to be a Symi resident and knows the island well.

For me, it’s good to see that some of the cast are familiar with Greece and are looking forward to returning for a more traditional experience. One of the main things that attracted me to “The Judas Curse” is the fact it’s going to be empowering the local economy through employment throughout filming, and beyond hopefully.

How do you see “The Judas Curse” assisting Greece and the people of Symi?  Are the people of Symi excited about the project too?

The Mayor [of Symi] was one of the first people to warmly invite the production and offer help and advice.

We, Neil and I, have been down in Yialos for coffee and had people calling out ‘can I play the killer’ and other fun things, so it seems that here is a bit of a buzz around the place already. We’ve not had anyone say anything against the idea of a horror film being shot here, in fact the Mayor was one of the first to warmly invite the production and offer help and advice. We’ve had some messages back and forth with local community representatives, and, as we write this, we are now about to start looking at schedules and what and who is needed. We certainly hope that we can find some local Symi young people who are interested in a career in film and give them the chance to help on the shoot, thereby giving them valuable experience to add to a CV. We will soon be putting feelers out, as they say.

Beyond that, we hope that the film will do well and will get Symi some more attention. Already there have been articles in British and Greek newspapers, and Australian ones actually, and so even before shooting has started the island has come to the attention of many more people that it might have done otherwise. And all anyone needs to do is show an image of the harbour, or the village or the people, and those images will speak for themselves. We don’t need to sell Symi, it sells itself. But having it as a backdrop and a character in its own right in another film will mean more people will see it, and then hopefully consider it as a place to visit. If the film brings only one new visitor to the island, I shall be happy.

Thanks James, it was great interviewing you and finding out more about and your motivations behind this great project.


All photographs–except initial one of James Collins–courtesy of Neil Gosling – Stills Photographer for The Judas Curse.  Follow Neil here: Symi island: Photos: Daily Blog: Information Facebook Twitter

“The Art of Becoming Homeless” – Book 5 of Greek Village series.

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Most of you will be familiar with Sara Alexi. She’s the author of the Greek Village series of books and I interviewed her about The Illegal Gardener, Book One in the series, The Explosive Nature of Friendship, Book Three in the series (Book Two— Black Butterflies—is just as compelling).
I have just finished reading her fifth novel in the Greek Village series: The Art of Becoming Homeless and am delighted Sara’s agreed to be interviewed for Life Beyond Borders again.


Sara, I loved The Art of Becoming Homeless. This time your book’s focus was on the protagonist’s (Juliet) best friend in the UK—Michelle.  Michelle comes to Greece predominantly on business, but as is the way in Greece, unforeseen circumstances force her to take time out and she finds herself on a Greek island where she plans to spend some time before visiting Juliet.
Here she meets various characters.  Dino…the son of one of the members of the Village (located on the mainland, just across the way from the island) is one such character and I love your ability to convey to the reader how different relationships are formed.  You have a talent for that.

What made you decide to make the main focus of your book on a character not in the Village this time?

I wanted to explore how new eyes see Greece

Having lived in Greece for some time and having seen many ex-pats come and go I have watch how when they arrive Greece is marvellous to them, they see the sea, they see the blue sky, they love the people. They find Greek ways intriguing and amusing. After they have lived here for a time it is human nature to become caught up in the daily goings on in our lives and it can be easy to forget to look at ourselves, to see how wonderous Greece is, some even falling into the trap of focusing on how their individual problems are not being dealt with as efficiently as they would ‘back home.’
I wanted to explore how new eyes would see Greece in direct relation to someone who has lived there all their life, who understands the way Greece works, its frustration, incongruence and humanity.

And what made you choose to focus The Art of Becoming Homeless away from the Village?

No man is an island

Great question which has a threefold answer.
Firstly: to me the village is the people in it, the individuals that make up the whole and it is their sum that gives the village its own flavour. Every book in the series contains someone who lives in the village, or has lived in the village, or will live in the village. They each contribute to the whole. If you know all the people, you know the village and to know someone, you must spend time with them and maybe even share a little history with them. This book, like the others, lets you know a villager in closer detail…even if he or she is not there at present.

Secondly: no man is an island, and just as the characters intertwine and become influenced by each other and their life courses change by meeting and events, so too does the village. A place cannot remain isolated. Its position near to Saros and near to the island both have an influence on who comes and goes. “The Art of Becoming Homeless” mostly takes place on Orino Island where “The Black Butterflies” also took place and so (if you have read that book as well) you have a little of Marina’s history floating through your memory, making another connection to the village as you read about the new events, it gives a sense of time and space. It is the flow of life.

And thirdly, the books represent Greece…and without an island, it wouldn’t be a fair and true representation.

I ask this every time, but do you see a little of yourself in Michelle, the main character of this story?

I try to take on the character’s thoughts and feelings

I think it is important to write what you know about so when a character steps forward asking for his or her tale to be told, I try and find out what we have in common: absorbing their character. In focusing this way I try to take on the character’s thoughts and feelings…and this helps me to understand the possible events that could happen to such a person. It has a lot in common with my training as a psychotherapist.

What gave you the idea to weave in Michelle indirectly with a member of the Village (Dino)?  You do this very well—as one reads, it’s like seeing a jigsaw puzzle come together.

There’ll always be a running theme throughout my books

Before I have finished the book I am currently writing at the time one, or often more, several characters from previous books will jump forward in my mind asking to be heard. My first question to those characters is not ‘what happens to you?’ but ‘where do you end up and how does that contribute to the village?’ I knew before I had written even one word of “The Art of Becoming Homeless” the finishing point for Michelle. In fact, I knew this after writing ‘The Illegal Gardener’, the first book in the series, where she is first introduced. The discovery was how she got there.
Alongside the fun of writing about Greeceand the creation of characters there also a serious side to the books. If I do not feel passionate about the story, I cannot write. “The Illegal Gardener” as the most obvious deals head on with the problem of immigration. “The Black Butterflies” dealt with arranged marriages and homosexuality. “The Explosive Nature of Friendship” dealt with bullying and to a degree, our nature to turn a blind eye tothings. “The Gypsy’s Dream” worked on many levels: adolescents becoming adults in their own right, emotional abuse in the marital home and one other issue which I will not mention as it would be a spoiler. “The Art of Becoming Homeless” deals with an issue we all face: work and our attitude toward it and the fears that keep us in place.

What (or who) is the next focus for The Greek Village series?  Any plans to move onto a new series?

The next in the series goes to the editor this week (Sept 2013) and this takes place in the village. There are two characters that we have met before as well as some new ones.
I have a duo of books I would like to write about a Gurkha’s wife but at the moment I am not making much headway into the research on that, so I trust life will put me in touch with the people I need at some other point.
I have a whole series in my head set in Yorkshire that is linked to The Greek Village series, and the catalyst for the location is Juliet and Michelle.
Also I have the idea for a duo of books that are rather dark and psychological that The Greek Village readers may find a bit shocking – if I ever write them.

Great thought provoking questions Bex.

Thanks Sara.  As always, it’s been a pleasure reading your work and to interview you.  I hope to see more books from you in the near future.

Women on ships…

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Yes, I’m back in Athens now after my summer of fun…ready to face a new round of challenges.

To round the trip off nicely, yesterday (30AUG) the ship arrived back in Athens as well!  I had been staying in regular email contact with the Chief Officer, (remember my avuncular figure who looked after me?) and we arranged to meet in Athens.

Chief with me in Athens
Chief with me in Athens

Stepping off the Metro in Piraeus, there he was, waiting for me amongst the crowds, looking a little lost (well, when you’ve spent days at sea and then are faced with mass crowds ashore, I thing you would too).

When do you have to be back to the ship?

“Oh, not until 8pm.  I trust you – you are my guide today.  And you are my niece so I will pay”
(Ha!  Maybe I should take him shopping then?)

And so we headed back into the centre…it’s only about 25 mins by Metro from Piraeus to the Acropolis.

Chief Officer enjoying his frappe
Chief Officer enjoying his frappe

I introduced him to Cafe Freddo, we wandered around the foot of the Acropolis, we sat (at the Chief’s request), at another cafe for another Freddo (iced coffee) and a Mojito (for Chief too!), wandered some more and then rounded off the day with some souvlaki in a traditional Greek place (not frequented by tourists) before he headed off into the sunset back to the MV Hanjin Boston.

It was lovely to see him again – and I know we’ll be staying in touch…I’ve already half jokingly told him if they need a Secretary on the ship for all the massive amounts of paperwork the Captain and Chief has to do, I’m their woman.  He has semi-seriously said he’ll discuss the matter and see who he and the Captain need to talk to.

Interestingly, he says that to have a couple of women on board the ship – whether Captain’s wife or girlfriend of a crew member, or passenger – really balances the ship’s atmosphere nicely…it makes it a ‘softer’ environment to work in.  So you see?  It doesn’t have to be a negative to have a female on board.

Life as a teacher in Spain

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After an absence of just over a month, due to my container ship trip, the League of Expat Writers is back!  This week we feature Jeremy Dean, author of Zen Kyu Maestro: An English Teacher’s Spanish Adventure, the story of his first year teaching Spanish primary children in an ‘immersion’ school in Eastern Spain. He blogs about his continuing amazement that 6- and 7-year-old Spaniards pick up English faster than he can master español and produces resources for teachers of Spanish as an MFL.  Here, he shares with LEW his first experiences in Spain.

Hola! I’m Jeremy and I teach Spanish primary children in an ‘immersion’ school. An ‘immersion’ school means you do all your schooling in a language which isn’t your mother tongue. It sounded a bit weird when I was interviewed for the job, but the head assured me I wouldn’t be ‘teaching English’, I’d be teaching ‘in English’, so as an experienced primary school teacher I signed up.

Initially, Spain was difficult I have to confess that my first few months in Spain were difficult. The head had said that the children in my class would be ‘fluent’ in English. At times I wondered if I’d misheard, and he’d said ‘effluent’.

The first register I took produced more sweat than an average squash match. I simply couldn’t pronounce the children’s names! Jaume? Jaime? Lledó? Daniel? Joan? The children soon taught me that Jaume had a ‘hard’ ‘j’ sound (as in the English word jowl) while Jaime has a ‘soft’ sound (similar to the English word high). Lledó on the other hand starts with a ‘y’ sound and ends with the stressed ‘o’ sound. (Yeah-doh!) Even Daniel tripped me up as it’s pronounced like an average English person would say the girl’s name, Danielle. And as for Joan? Well, again, Joan was a boy, but pronounced Jo-an, with the second syllable stressed. And stressed I was.  But as well as showing me that my Spanish was going to need some improving, that first lesson taught me that the niños in my class were going to be a lot of fun. They had personality spurting from their pores in about the same quantities as I had sweat spurting from mine.

There was no air-conditioning in the classrooms, but I opened the windows at my peril. There was no guarantee that the air outside would be any cooler than it was inside, the squealing joy of a secondary basketball lesson was more than a slight distraction for my mob inside, and if it wasn’t, then the invading wasps would certainly be! We carried on with the windows tightly closed.

Manuel found beetles
Manuel found beetles

I discovered an inquisitive group of children though. Manuel found half-a-dozen giant beetles in the playground, and decided he’d bring them into class, a kind of impromptu ‘show and tell’. I’m not a great beetle fan myself, especially not loose in my classroom.

I soon found myself pushed into the role of ‘beetle collector’ as one by one they escaped from Manuel’s grasp and risked getting squished under the small feet trying to get away from them. The timetabled ‘show and tell’ lesson saw Jaume arrive with his dog. All went well until said dog decided it couldn’t wait to find a tree and we were all left to paddle in a puddle of piddle. At least I’d found three more ‘le’ endings for the week’s spelling list.

I’d be doing the children a disservice if I left you with the impression that all of the linguistic humour is provided by them. Oh no.

When the bell rings and it’s time for me to go home, then the population of my small town is often treated to a very unusual version of español. I once asked a waitress who’d brought me two bottles of beer (without bringing any glasses) for ‘dos besos’ (in place of the more correct ‘dos basos’). I thought she gave me a very funny look when she returned with the glasses and I only found out why when I retold the story to a Spanish-speaking friend. ‘Besos’ are kisses!
On another occasion I took my car in for the compulsory annual safety-test. In the UK you go for a cup of coffee and come back an hour or so later to see why it’s failed. (Well, that was always my experience.) So I tootled along to the local test centre, parked the car, opened the door- and a man with a clipboard started shouting at me in Spanish. Without understanding one word he said I was soon aware that un café con leche most certainly wasn’t on the menu and I spent the next thirty minutes flicking every switch and pumping every pedal in the hope that every now and again I might just do whatever it was he wanted me to do. Miraculously my car passed, although I fear that I failed!

I love the life here, it’s a real contrast to back home in the UK. The main thing that stands out is the ‘life in the street’ culture, whereby every generation seems to spend more time out of door than inside.

This is especially true in the summer months when our plaza is full of cycling niños, gossiping grannies and every age in-between until the very early hours. The streets and plazas are never surrendered to groups of sullen teenagers. On top of this is the Spanish love of a really good fiesta. Whether they’re religious processions or just an excuse to dress up in silly costumes (sometimes they’re indistinguishable) they seem to roll around at a frantic pace.

Carnival time
Carnival time

My favourite is Las Fallas in Valencia. Every March the streets are filled with three- or four-storey statues, usually mocking some aspect of life en España. On the night of the 19th the whole lot are burned and a week of firework madness comes to a crescendo. I say ‘firework madness’ for a good reason. I remember bumping into a chico from my class out in our plaza with his bumbag of pedardos (what I’d call ‘bangers’) strapped around his waist! I asked his dad (in faltering Spanish) if it wasn’t a bit dangerous. ‘Sí, sí!’ he replied, grabbing his son’s hand and showing me the scorch marks on his little fingers while sighing a, ‘He’ll learn,’ sigh.

Bumbag of firecrackers
Bumbag of firecrackers

The other fiesta which really caught my eye was the bull-running. I’m not talking about the famous San Fermin run in Pamplona, nor the numerous similar fiestas in small towns where you can seriously risk your health.

What made me smile was the ‘Bou per la vila’ (Bull in the town) team which trundle around the Valencian region bringing bulls-on-wheels to the party. When the adults have finished running away from real bulls, the children get a chance to run away from life-sized bulls, but on wheels and being pushed by the ‘Bou per la Vila’ team members.

It seems (to me) just about the most exciting thing you could get up to as a seven- or eight-year-old. (It also goes a long way towards explaining why the adult bull-running fiestas have survived into the twenty-first century despite the complaints of animal-rights groups.)

I find nearly every day teaches me more and more about Spain and the Spanish people. And to think…I came here to be the teacher.

Marcus Markou, Writer & Director of “Papadopoulos & Sons”

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Papadopoulos & Sons
Papadopoulos & Sons

In my tradition of hunting down authors with a passion for all things Greek and, more recently, spending 24hours on a Greek island with a film crew, I have been incredibly fortunate to interview Marcus Markou, Writer and Director of the acclaimed indie Papadopoulos & Sons.  A self-funded production, Marcus successfully distributed the film in the UK through the Cineworld franchise and it’s soon to be distributed across the United States (2013).

For those unfamiliar with Papadopoulos & Sons, here is a brief synopsis:

“Only when you lose everything, do you find it all”
Following his ruin in the latest banking crisis, a self-made millionaire reluctantly re-unites with his estranged freewheeling brother to re-open the abandoned fish and chip shop they shared in their youth.”  Source.  Do check out their site for further information about the film, where it will be showing in the U.S. and where to purchase the DVD.

I watched the DVD with my dad, and we laughed aloud at how accurately the characters portrayed the current economic crisis but, more importantly, the resilience and sense of community of the Greek / Cypriot people, and about how family strength shines through. I feel honoured he’s agreed to this interview – and we had a great brunch in a cafe round the corner from his office.


Marcus, thanks so much for your time.  Aside from the running theme of ‘riches to rags’ and developing familial relationships, with a little ‘Romeo & Juliet’ thrown into the mix…as a Grecophile, to me, “Papadopolous & Sons” really portrayed the true Greek spirit—how family means so much.    I laughed aloud at the accurate portrayals, for example: the blessing by an Orthodox priest of the shop before it opened (I’ve been to one in Greece, but not a chip shop opening!), the ‘worry tomorrow, not today’ nature of the Greek people (Spiros) and the pulling together of a community to prepare the shop for opening.

leavingcairo_Chip Shop blessing

I’ve wanted to connect to my Hellenic roots

What prompted you to develop the concept of “Papadopoulos & Sons?”

For many years, since I was a teen, I wanted to reconnect to my Hellenic roots. I was born in the UK, within a tight Greek community in Birmingham. My father was the first Greek accountant there and so we were connected to many families growing up. However, I became ‘quite English’ over the years – public school, cricket, rugby, Shakespeare – and I was a little embarrassed by my earthy, Cypriot roots. The 1980s became about chasing the future and leaving the past. But then something happens in your late teens and early 20s. It was a desire to reconnect to my ancestors – and principally the spirit of my Hellenic roots. Suddenly, the past was not so embarrassing. It was authentic and it was special. Community is special. You don’t realise that until you’ve lost it. So these were the drivers behind the story. These were the impulses. A desire to connect again. And so Harry’s journey in the story is based on my need to connect.

The timing of the film is ironic, given that the Cypriot banking system went into meltdown mere weeks after the film’s release.

Actually, I wrote the script a year or so before the crisis in Greece and the film was released almost at the same time as the Cypriot banking crisis. I think at some level the spirit of the story has been in tune with events. The film seems to follow the crisis. We open the film in the US in October by the way!

How close to your own experience is “Papadopoulos…?”

Like a lot of Greek Cypriot immigrants to the UK, our story is one of highs and lows, gain and loss and gain again. It’s the immigrant story. I think this is why the film has been so popular at US film festivals. My family had its share of ups and downs over the years – and still does. One of the questions I ask now, at 42, looking back is what is the price that you pay in the pursuit of material success? What do you lose? Thankfully, we are starting to realise that sustainability and community and balance are more desirable than material wealth within a material wealth competition.

 It’s an immigrant story
 

You live in the UK. How often do you visit Cyprus?  Do you have any family there and any experiences that have helped shape the scripting and character development of “Papadopoulos…?”

My wife is British and I have two young sons but we go to Cyprus a lot. My wife and children will go two or three times a year and stay with my mother in Paphos – during half terms. We all go out together for a big holiday every Summer – and it is the one place I can relax in. There is something special about the Cypriot land for me. I will stay for two or three weeks and my wife and children will stay out for longer. We love it there. The children love it there. My bappou is still alive. He’s going to be 95 this November. My eldest son insists we visit him (we call him Great Bappou) and he loves to pick the figs from a tree in his garden.

Marcus's son and great Bappou in Cyprus
Marcus’s son and great Bappou in Cyprus

They are the figs that my father would have picked as a youth and the figs I would have picked when I was a boy – when I used to stay with my grandparents in the 70s and 80s. It’s a symbolic but essential ritual. The point is this: you don’t need to do much to connect yourself to the past – and to honour the past. You just need to honour simple things with intention. My son has a photo of himself standing next to his great Bappou with the figs from a tree that his father and grandfather have eaten from. That is a really important photo. I love the idea that one day his grandchildren may see that photo and see their great, great, great grandfather – and you never know… they may be reading this interview too and connecting the dots. Yes, that is what is so important to me. That is what fires me up. That idea of connection. We don’t have to be dogmatic about it. Some people criticised the film because Stephen Dillane’s dance was not the correct Syrtaki. What nonsense! They have no idea that to truly connect to the spirit and essence of something you do it with the intention to do so. Harry’s inability to do the right steps makes his desire to connect to his Hellenic roots even more special because his intention is raw and truthful and honest. He is trying to do it, even though he cannot and it is that extra effort he takes that draws us in because that is where we all at.

The dialogue came easy for me because I talk a lot!
 

In the “Making of…” on the DVD version, you mention that the idea for this started as a book.  How long did the project take to come to fruition, and was it a full time process, or in between ‘the day job?’

Once I decided to write a film script, I spent about six months just rattling the idea in my head, making notes, trying to locate the main character and the journey and how to build conflict within the story and what needed to be learned etc. Then I created a scene by scene, which took a month, a paragraph describing what happens in each scene – no dialogue. Then I wrote the dialogue, which took about a month. I did all this between running a business (an internet business I run with my brother) and family life. I am currently in the first stage of a new story… trying to figure out who the main character is and what the journey is and what the events are and who the other characters are and what the conflict is and what needs to be achieved etc. It’s not easy. You are whittling down 1000 choices each time to just one choice. I know the themes, I know the big picture of what needs to be said – or what I feel I need to say. I have the impulses but the work needed to turn those feelings into plot, character, event is hard work because you are constantly weighing up choices and each choice has an implication, a consequence, its own back story. I think for a film script you do all the work you need to do for a novel. However, the dialogue comes easy to me because I talk a lot!

I ask this because I am in the process of writing my own book, and it’s taking me a long time due to my day job, and my tendency to be ultra hard on myself with the edits!  So any encouragement is welcomed.

If I had to advise someone writing a novel but not having the time…  You probably only need an hour or so a day – but a good concentrated hour. I really cannot do more than an hour or two a day of creative thinking, note taking, writing. But you can make huge leaps in a good concentrated hour. If you were writing a novel, for example, you could easily write 500 words in an hour. If your novel is 100,000 words then in 200 days a novel can be written. Some people tweet that and Facebook those amount of words in a day.

Spiros & Harry - the two brothers
Spiros & Harry – the two brothers

Did you expect “Papadopoulos…” to be so popular?

(Cineworld initially intended to run the film for only one week in a limited number of cinemas in its April 2013 UK release, but had to extend this due to popular demand, and on the first weekend of opening at the end of June13 in Germany, amassed an audience of 23,850)

I deliberately constructed a story that would have universal appeal. It’s a story about a family coming together. It’s a story that most people can relate to because we’ve all been or are in a family. It’s a film people can relate to and therefore I was hoping it would be popular. I still think it should be more popular. It’s accessible to a broad range of people.

This is your first feature film.  Do you have any ideas for future projects?

As I said, I am working on a new story that is still in the primordial soup stage. It’s always a struggle here. You really are wrestling with an unknown animal. Can you tame it? Will you get a story out? Or has the last year or so of trying to get the characters and story to emerge been a waste of time? Will this wild thing escape and will I have to go hunting for another story. It’s really the hardest stage of all – by far. You’re alone digging up that story, weighing choices… saying ‘What if?’ It’s not easy.

Keep an eye out for Papadopoulos & Sons” at your cinema, especially in the States from October 2013, and purchase from Amazon.

A cabin of a different sort

And so my journey from Athens to Hong Kong overland came to an end when I touched down at LHR airport.  What took me five weeks in a container ship with beautiful views took me twenty hours in a steel tube!

Hong Kong Airport
Hong Kong Airport

I flew with Aeroflot and was initially I was quite nervous about this.  But no need!  The journey was very comfortable, an Airbus 330 from Hong Kong to Moscow, and then Moscow to London.  Food good, over 40 movies to choose from and with your own TV, I’d highly recommend them.  The only hiccup was at the Transit Desk in Moscow airport: only two members of staff on duty in a small area for over 100 people trying to rush to their next flight.  Yes, a lot of pushing and shoving, but once that was over and done with the airport was clean, well signposted and guess what?  The sun was shining!

I reached Heathrow and was exhausted.  In total I’d been awake for approx. 20 hours ( I don’t sleep well on planes ) and was desperate to get to my Yotel cabin.  Instead of booking a hotel for the night at LHR, I took the cheaper (and more fun) alternative.
Ever heard of the Japanese style sleeping capsules/pods?

Japanese style sleeping pod
Japanese style sleeping pod

Well, I’d always wanted to try one and Yotel offer an upmarket version of this.
The concept is simple: “…the luxury of airline travel and a touch of Japanese influence into a small but luxurious cabin” as Yotel founder Simon Woodroffe, OBE states (Source).

And what an experience!  I had a Premium double cabin with a sofa bed that at the press of a button converts to a double bed.  Here you can find unbiased reviews and deals.

And my trusty Samsonite bags that helped me on my voyage
And my trusty Samsonite bags that helped me on my voyage

At only 110sft en-suite, it’s pretty ‘cosy’ but oh so comfortable!  Free Wi-fi, flat screen TV and ‘monsoon’ shower room, I freshened up with the products from my pack given to me before calling Reception / Mission Control to order some food (available 24/7).

Boy did I sleep well.

Monsoon shower room
Monsoon shower room

Yotel’s located Landside in Terminal 4, LHR and also London Gatwick and Amsterdam Schipol airport as well as a newly opened Yotel in New York City.  I’d love to stay there if I ever get to go over: located at 570 Tenth St (West 42nd Street),  at 7,000sqft it boasts the largest outdoor hotel terrace in NYC.

So if you ever need an overnight at any of the above locations and are looking for an affordable option, different from a hotel, don’t hesitate to book Yotel.  You can book them on an hourly basis, minimum four hours stay, making it perfect for a few hours rest before or after a flight.  Example rates:

Standard Single Cabin (same facilities as a Premium, but single ‘cabin’ style bed built into the wall) for a four hour stay at LHR’s Yotel: £32.00 inc. tax

Premium Double Cabin (such as I stayed in) for a four hour stay at LHR’s Yotel: £46.50 inc. tax.

I’ll be using them again if I ever need to.  Thanks for such a great, comfortable stay!
And so now back to the delights of the UK before flying back to Greece.  It’s been one hell of a trip – unforgettable.

Japanese Pod picture source: www.travelwithcj.com

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A few days in Hong Kong

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This’ll be my ninth day in Hong Kong now.  I’ve seen a fair bit: been to Stanley Markets on a Big Bus Tour, crossed the harbour on the Star Ferry and taken in the light show at night.

Star Ferry
Star Ferry

I’ve met up with friends of friends of friends (the social network is great isn’t  it?) who’ve shown me around: eaten Dim Sim, been to Cheung Chau and finished the day eating Thai in Kowloon.  I’ve even had high tea at the Peninsula Hotel.

Peninsular Hotel
Peninsular Hotel

It’s been an interesting time, but I have to be completely honest: Hong Kong is not the city for me.  I’ve looked around, I’ve had some great foot massages at great prices but I find it too claustrophobic.  I guess going from being surrounded by nothing but sea for five weeks, it’s something of a culture shock!

Temple – Cheung Chau
Temple – Cheung Chau

I know I keep exalting Greece and Athens, but it’s a city where I find people speak to you on public transport, where I can sit in an old coffee house for hours on end if I like.  It’s a city with amazing architecture.  But then again, it’s not fair to compare Athens with Hong Kong, or Europe with Asia – they’re so different.

So thank you for hosting me Hong Kong – it’s certainly been interesting.  I fly back to the UK on Thursday 8th…another culture shock?

In the meantime, the Chief Officer of the ship has emailed me to tell me that when they get back to Singapore, they have another passenger joining: a 74 yr old Australian travel writer.  So you see, interesting people do join container ships!

For more info on what to do in Hong Kong from a better source, look at Tim Ferriss’s article Cheap travel in Paris, New York & Hong Kong.  He certainly gave me some pointers.

Why do we need Security on board the ship?

I held off writing a full post about this as I wanted to check it was OK to say some things.  It’s not a big secret – so I can share some things with you.  I alluded to it in this post, but will write in full here.

As you know, my ship sailed from Athens to Hong Kong via Singapore.  In order to get there, you have to go through the Suez Canal and then out into the Red Sea, then into the Indian Ocean.  The first ‘bit’, where you leave the Red Sea into the Indian Ocean is the most dangerous part…it’s because to the East is the Yemen, and the South West Somalia, both dangerous waters for pirates.

Luckily our ship had a ‘high freeboard’ (steep sides), which apparently makes it hard to board.  We were also capable of travelling 25.5 knots, which is apparently very fast.

BUT

In order to save on fuel costs, most ships these days have been told to slow down so that they burn less.  After Suez, we were cruising at a speed of 14 knots, sometimes less.  This makes ships more vulnerable to an attack…hence the need for security (it is still cheaper to hire a security firm than burn copious amounts of fuel).

And so, on Tues 09JUL, a team of three security personnel joined our ship.

Two of Britain’s and one of South Africa’s ‘finest.’  Let’s call them ‘Huey, Dewey and Lewey’ (guys, if you’re reading this, don’t take offense).

They boarded the ship the way a pilot might, ie: from a motorboat that came alongside, just after we exited the Suez Canal into the Red Sea.

It felt a bit weird at first: the dynamics of the ship changed — there were these three guys on board who’ve been in, let’s face it, not your ‘every day’ situations.  But they seemed to also have some sort of training into how to fit into all situations (or maybe they just naturally did), because within no time it felt like having three big brothers on board, three pretty fit big brothers ;0)

The first thing they did was to give us a mini lecture about why they were there (as I mentioned above).  And essentially how to distinguish pirate skiffs (boats) to fishing boats.  Don’t wanna make that mistake!

And every day life continued — except with their reassuring presence.  Instead of just one person on watch on the Bridge, there were now three: the Duty Officer (Chief, 2nd & 3rd Mate by shift rotation every four hours), a lookout (one of the Deck crew) and one of the Security personnel – at all times.

They were with us for 10 days in total – we ‘dropped them off’ (not literally over the side) near Sri Lanka.  We maneuvered the vessel near to land and another smaller boat pulled up alongside, allowing the guys to leave.

How did I feel?  Well, if I thought about it, I got a bit freaked out: pirates might board our ship and take us hostage!  But the reality was, these guys became just like any other member of crew, and were extra people to talk to.   And they also liked the food Cook made (it really was excellent).

It felt a bit sad saying goodbye to them: when you’re in a concentrated environment, even for a relatively short time, you build a connection with people…I know I miss the crew of the ship.

Facts: By having security on board for those 10 days, and slowing down the ship, we saved USD$100,000.
And they were good company too – interesting guys (and not too bad to look at either.  Have to be polite when I say that, they might be reading this!  Hope they are).

I learned a lesson: don’t be too judgmental of people who’re in the armed forces…they’re not all gung ho.

Photo by fuzzcat

A journal entry from Hong Kong

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I was just about to write in my journal when I decided “Why not write my entry here and share it with you fine people?”

OK then — what have I been up to on my second day in Hong Kong:

I’m staying in Kowloon, in a place on the 31st floor.  It’s a bit windy today, in fact when I mastered the public transport and took myself off to the Star Ferry area, I found this warning:

Getting windy!
Getting windy!

What else have I been up to?  Yesterday I treated myself to ‘high tea’ at the Peninsular Hotel.

High tea
High tea

and in the morning today I went and had a Reflexology session in a local parlour.  Hmm, I was very dubious at first – I mean, wouldn’t you be if you saw this doorway?

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But it was a very enjoyable 60 minutes, very clean inside and boy do they know how to massage feet (even if I had to make myself understood by pointing at my feet and miming ‘massage’).

Tomorrow?  I’m going to be a real tourist and go on a bus tour of the city: Stanley Park & Markets, the Peak, etc.

Let’s see about the light show on Victoria Harbour on Saturday – I have plenty of time to turn my thoughts around.

Made it to Hong Kong

And so this brave girl made it!  My final destination on this grand voyage is Hong Kong, and the ship arrived at approx. 07:30 this  morning (30JUL).

What a voyage! I feel like I have an extended family…in fact I felt quite tearful saying goodbye…after all, one month on board and a strong bond was formed.   Chief Officer really took me under his wing…we explored Singapore together, he became like an Uncle to me.  Oh, and he was very happy that I told him his English was good (he’s Polish).  I was just being honest Chief.

And now for a nine day adventure in Hong Kong.  It feels a little overwhelming at the moment…going from peace and quiet to rush rush, lots of people and so much noise!

Keep you all posted.

Gorgeous sunset, my last night on the ship in South China Sea
Gorgeous sunset, my last night on the ship in South China Sea

Through Suez to Singapore

Yes, I made it!  15 days straight at sea with no access to the outside world: just seeing sunrise, sunset and dolphins playing.  Did you know, if you clap your hands the dolphins in the wild will show off and perform for you?  I am not kidding.

So going through Suez was interesting: hot, the Pilot on the bridge had his classical music blaring out and it was, altogether, a little surreal.

Suez Mosque
Suez Mosque

And our Security team that joined from Suez all were with us through the pirate area of Somalia and the Yemen were Britain’s finest (and South African) – pure gentlemen…so my pre-conceived notions they’d be gung ho were unfounded.

I’ve lost badly in the Table Tennis tournament, and had fun in the BBQ.

Table tennis - in which I lost badly
Table tennis – in which I lost badly
Fun at the BBQ
Fun at the BBQ

Anyway, this is just a quick one to let you know I’m OK and about to go ashore with my adopted uncle, the Chief Mate.

Speak to you all in HKG  in another week’s time!

Where do we live on a container ship?

I’ve realized that, whilst I’ve been posting about Valencia, Genoa and nice places visited, I haven’t made it very clear where we actually live, nor the name of my ship.  Well, I included a video with my first emotions post about my cabin and what it’s like and also the Galley (kitchen) and Messroom (dining room). But where are these places located?
My ship is called the Hanjin Boston and was booked through the Cruise People in London (they also have offices in Toronto).  Googling “agents for container ship voyages” should also bring up agents in your local area.
Unlike a long distance ferry or cruise ship  – where the accommodation is located across the whole length of the ship on many different levels, on a container ship you’ll find the living quarters – or ship’s accommodation – is just in one segment; rising like a block of flats on about eight levels. 

Can you see the white living quarters, raising on eight levels?
Can you see the white living quarters, raising on eight levels?


It’s still spacious, but has to be this way as obviously the containers have to fit on board, so these go on the bow (front) and stern (back) of the vessel.
Does this make me feel claustrophobic?  Well no, as you’ve seen from my what to do on a container ship post, there’s plenty to do and in fact, it’s possible to walk to the bow of the ship and sit quietly in the Castle to read.
So don’t be put off and think that you’ll be boxed in…there’s nothing like being at sea with a bunch of good, honest, hardworking seafarers with hearty seafaring food to eat and people who view you as their big sister and do anything they can for you.

Example of menu - and I am on the Breakfast menu!
Example of menu – and I am on the Breakfast menu!

What does a container ship carry?

I’m sure you’re all dying to know what a ship of this size carries from/to Asia.
So was I, hence my question posed to the Captain one evening at dinner.

Some background knowledge for you:

The weight of the ship, with no containers, is about 30,000 tonnes. It can hold, at a maximum, up to 3,750 containers. There are two sizes of containers: 20 and 40ft. If the ship’s full of containers (20 and/or 40ft), it can weigh up to 100,000 tonnes.

Ahh yes, let’s have a look here then.

The Captain pulls out a file to see what’s on board. From Europe to Asia the containers are carrying foodstuffs (wine, beer, frozen meat & fish), cowhide and electronic components.  Sometimes they carry medicines too. There are also empty containers on board. From Asia to Europe is mostly the assembled electronic goods, the finished clothes/goods.Yes, the irony is is that it’s cheaper to send untreated leather and unassembled electronics to China/Asia, have the products made/assembled there and then shipped back to Europe for sale, rather than pay for and assemble in Europe (ahh the cogs of Globalization. Remember this the next time you joke about a product being made in China…think of the cost to you if it weren’t).

Depending on the carrier, one 40ft container from Asia to Europe (full) can cost approx. $1,500US. Admittedly, the cost of this transportation to and fro is ultimately paid by us, the consumer in the sense that it’s factored into the cost of the finished product…but even then, to operate in this way and it still work out cheaper than have a product made in Europe/U.S.? Well, for me I need a while to get my head around it!

Valencia

I wrote a post about the downside of container ship travel and mentioned that you’re not necessarily guaranteed a long time in port, indeed…even if it’s possible to go ashore. This was the situation I found myself in Barcelona.


But it was made up for in Valencia.

We arrived around 08:00 on 02JUL13 and after the agent had been on board, spoken to the Captain and I had ‘clearance’ to go ashore (ie: checked my passport), I caught the bus from the ship to the main gate where the agent had called a taxi to take me into town.

And lo and behold, I met two other passengers: George a Frenchman and Annabel, an English lady living in France who had arrived on another container ship! So you see, other people do travel by this mode of transport. Admittedly they were somewhat older than I. Whilst waiting for our taxis we swapped stories: they’d joined their ship in Malta and were just having two weeks aboard around the Med. Annabel asked me:

How will you cope with 37 days?!

In all honesty, I don’t know. I just know that so far, when at sea I take each day as it comes…there’s no point in stressing – just read, swim, write & sleep…play table tennis, eat and chat to the crew. Maybe by Day 36 I’ll be glad the trip’s coming to an end, but let’s see.

Valencia's a beautiful city
Valencia’s a beautiful city

I figured the best way to see Valencia with the time I had was via open top tourist bus tour. a hop on / off affair, and I had a magnificent lunch:

Goat's cheese & mandarin salad
Goat’s cheese & mandarin salad

Yes, went a bit mad in my favourite clothing company of all time: the Spanish designer Desigual. And God help me, they had a sale!

Hopping onto the bus again I spent a good couple of hours at Valencia’s Marina, then headed ‘home.’ The chef, anticipating I might be hungry as I had spent roughly eleven hours ashore, had even kept some food back for me – I was starving.

Conclusion

I would like to go back and spend more time in Valencia.  This was just one of the stops on my container ship voyage.  I would love to take a city break here.

A downside of travelling by container ship

So far I’ve enjoyed it. 30th June 2013 marked my first week on board and when at sea I’ve: swam in the pool, endured Barry Manilow love songs in karaoke and hung out with the Philippeno crew, watched many sunsets from the Bridge, always get excited to see a Pilot board and exit the ship – James Bond style – and have just started to play table tennis…I’m getting quite good.  Now we have a new Captain and Chief Engineer, they’re both very talkative and lunch & dinner times are interesting. My last post talked about how the Captain is very internationally minded and believes in keeping the crew happy.

The karaoke was fun though
The karaoke was fun though

A happy crew means a happier place to work and live, and the job gets done better.

 I wish more employers thought like him !

But there is a downside, as I’ve discovered in Barcelona: My Genoa post talks about how lucky I was in Italy as the container terminal was, at maximum, a 45 minute walk from the town, both in Genoa & La Spezia.
30JUN we were supposed to be berthed in Barcelona, Spain at about 17:00, but didn’t arrive until about 20:30. Apparently this is not uncommon in Mediterranean ports.

They play salami with us.They say one time but the ship could be sitting outside port for a good two to three hours until the Pilot comes. Not like in Asia: they say 17:00, they mean 17:00.

says the Captain. I’m unsure what ‘salami tactics’ are…maybe he’s been at sea for too long, or maybe it’s a Swiss thing – I’ll let you know.

By the time the ship docked in Barcelona, it was too late to go into town and we leave early tomorrow morning. And the container terminal in Barcelona is located near the airport: about one hour away from the city centre. Unfortunately it’s not as if you can leave the ship and walk out the gate here and hop onto public transport…as the Captain says: “They have put us in the middle of the bloody Sahara out here” (apparently last time they docked a little nearer the cruise terminal.  Barcelona has a new container port now, located quite far from the city).
So no chance to go ashore this time and, most importantly for me, no access to internet! It’s not possible to pick up a Wi-Fi signal in container ports unfortunately…you have to go to one of the Seafarer’s Clubs usually located in the cargo area…but today was Sunday and, according to the agent, it was closed…or wait until you’re in town.

So, ladies and gentlemen, you’ll get this post (and my last posts) as and when you can.As a passenger, be prepared that: depending on the ship’s schedule, you might not get the opportunity to necessarily go ashore, or even to go to the little club reserved for seafarers that DOES have internet if it’s a Sunday evening in Spain (Barcelona).
But all in all, for meeting people and getting to understand different cultures, have time to yourself and for being allowed up onto the Bridge frequently (not allowed on cruise travel due to the high volume of passengers) to watch sunrise/set, walk to the front to sit in the Castle and dolphin spot, I’d say container ship travel is the way to go. I certainly like the people I’ve met so far: hearing their stories, learning about life in different cultures, getting good at a different sport (table tennis) and writing, writing, writing.

A new Captain & Chief Engineer

The new Captain’s lovely!

This was the mantra that was running around the ship like Chinese whispers for the last two days or so.  A new Captain joined us in Genoa and I had been hearing so much about him from the crew and senior officers beforehand that I wondered if this poor man would be able to live up to the expectations the crew had put on him…he was already on a huge pedestal. How do they know he’s lovely? He hasn’t even joined the ship yet.It turns out crew have a rotation, and he’d been on this ship previously.

I’ve already established that the crew are lovely.  The Cook, especially, has taken to preparing me little surprises like Ginger tea when he heard me sniffling a lot. Thinking I was going to come down with a cold, he prepared a pot for me. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was just me adjusting to the A/C on board and not a cold. He also makes me extra creamy oatmeal/porridge in the mornings.

Oh yes, the new Captain! He ordered us our karaoke machine last time he on board. He understands we must to be happy in our work

The Able Seaman (the person who helps the Boson) piped up.  He beamed his smile (that seems to always grace his face, whether he’s happy or not).

Eating lunch in Genoa on the ship, the new Captain comes to join us. It’s my first meeting, so I rise from the table to shake his hand. Not brusque… a quiet, intelligent individual he does, indeed, seem to understand the importance (and common sense?) that a happy crew work very well and pull together. And he’s left handed, so he must be intelligent (yes, you’ve guessed it – so is Bex).

Working at sea [he told me] used to be a job for poorer people to be able to see the world.  Now, ships are faster and time in port less and less. It’s OK for the passengers; you have no ship duties so you can use your time in port to go ashore, if we have long enough. But for the crew, now it’s an opportunity to experience different cultures they work with – to broaden our minds towards other nationalities.

Hmm, sounds like the new Captain is somewhat of an International Relations guru. I think I like this man’s outlook.

**And to avoid accidents in the workplace, it makes sense to have a happy crew**

YES!  I wish there were more employers out there that think like this particular man!  He is a human relations guru – and despite their nationality differences, the crew did all get along.

The Chief Engineer tells me he’s called the engine Suzy and talks to her every time his shift starts. The Captain & I exchange a look. I asked him if he sings to her too – you know, that song “Wake up, little Suzie” to which he says “Only when she’s mis-behaving.”
You know why she’s called Suzy (or a woman’s name?)  Because she keeps the ship running and without her, there’d BE no ship.  So it must be a ‘she’ because she needs respect.

Engine Room - where 'Suzy' is housed
Engine Room – where ‘Suzy’ is housed

Although I did hear Chief Engineer telling the security guys on the ship that it’s because at over 40 degrees C, Suzy is all hot and sweaty.  Ahhh, men will always be men.

Now as we’ve left Genoa, I’m off up to the Bridge to have a cup of tea with the Third Mate. He’s partial to U2 and plays music in the background.  It’s a little surreal, watching the sunset at sea to “Pride – In the name of love” in the background.

Sitting on the Bridge
Sitting on the Bridge

Captain Birdseye image courtesy of http://www.athenryac.com/files/images/Captain_Birdseye.jpg

Genoa

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Wait for me” says the agent, “I’ll show you how to get into town.

We arrived & berthed (pulled alongside the dock) in Genoa on 28th June at about 14:30.  Usually container terminals are located quite far from the city of arrival, but so far I’ve been lucky: in La Spezia (Italy) it was a 40 minute walk into town. Genoa is roughly the same: located across the harbour from the cruise terminal, it took me about 45 mins to walk around the harbour to the marina.

 

I would give you a lift on my bike, but I ‘ave no spare ‘elmet

says the friendly agent.Oh well, at least he helped me off the ship and showed me where to go. They all seem to relish the opportunity to be gentlemanly, but this is Italy, after all.

 

After a meal of salmon pasta, in which I think I disgusted the waiter:

“You want parmesano cheese with fish?”  he shrugged, I walked further, intending to visit the big aquarium. Yet as it was a beautiful day, why not be a tourist?  And so I took a little red tourist train, 45 minutes around the city. The birthplace of Christopher Colombus is truly beautiful.

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And so after stocking up on chocolate bars from the supermarket, I made my way back to the ship…I wanted to get there before it got dark:  I wouldn’t suggest a lone woman walks around a cargo terminal after dark, no matter how near the city. But I needn’t have worried:

Maam!” exclaimed the crew member on Security watch (I feel like I’m being addressed by my pupils) “the other crew are on shore, checking their emails and are looking out for you.

Most container ports have a seafarer’s area where crew go to check emails, SKYPE back home, have a drink, etc. It seems I have guardians without knowing it. And I’m also allowed to use these “Seafarer’s Clubs.”

We finally left Genoa later than anticipated on 29th June. You’ll have gathered by now my awe at seeing the pilots board and exit the ship. and I hope you’ll also share in my awe here.

Onwards to Barcelona now!

Second full day at sea

I’m writing this on the deck of the ship, just outside my cabin.

This is the second full day at sea. We left Athens at 01:30am on the morning of Monday, 24th June. I slept really well that night and rose early to watch the sun rise.   I’ve been up onto the Bridge (where the ship is steered) frequently and met the Chief Officer (who I’ve previously mentioned), the 2nd and 3rd mate, both Philippino’s. All are friendly, make me cups of tea when I’m up there, let me use the binoculars to look around, etc. There are some fantastic views up here.

Looking around from the Bridge
Looking around from the Bridge

This morning, 25th June, I went onto the Bridge at 04:30 as we were passing through the Messina Straits.
This is the passage of water between the toe of Italy and Sicily and whenever a ship passes through a passage of water (a Strait), a pilot needs to come aboard and help the ship navigate its way through. It’s quite amazing how a pilot boards a ship, very James Bond style! A little speedboat keeps parallel to our ship – a rope ladder is thrown down the side and the pilot has to carefully go from his boat speedboat onto the step ladder and climb abroad our ship. Here’s a little video of him as he left…watch closely, you’ll see him leap from the step ladder onto his speedboat. Looks dangerous!

Now we’re making our way up the West coast of Italy, the Tyrrhenian Sea, to La Spezia where I hope to get internet access to post this for you. La Spezia is a smallish port and access from the cargo terminal to the town is walking distance. I want to sit down with a cup of Italian coffee and just relax.

Remember, I’ll be posting as often as I can, but there’ll be times where there’ll be long spaces of no news from me, due to no internet access as there’s none on the ship. Rest assured, Bex is still here and I’ll update you as and when I can.

**Quick update** I was on the Bridge again this evening (25 JUN) and saw dolphins coming towards the front (bow) of the ship. They frolicked the wake for a while (the waves made from the ship) and then disappeared. It was magical

The Bridge is a good place to see this as they have about four to five sets of very powerful binoculars which the crew are happy for you to use.

What to do on a container ship

You must be wondering what there is to do on a container ship. Well, so far I’ve not been bored. I’ve spent a lot of my time on the Bridge, watching sunrise and sunset, plus moonrise.

One of many sunsets
One of many sunsets

And to be honest, I think the crew like someone different to speak to. It’s interesting to hear their stories about where they’ve been in the world, about their countries and have navigational terms explained to me.

The swimming pool’s been filled now  so I intend to exercise every day, plus read, write and sleep.  Yes, I think it must be the sea air because for some reason, I’m sleeping…a lot.

I’ve been up to the ‘Castle’ (the front of the ship) and sat for a couple of hours, reading and chilling out. It’s very quiet up there.

The Castle
The Castle

There’s also an Officer’s Day room with lots of videos, even the VHS kind! Most of the videos are the BBC Blue Planet series, so when I want to, I’ll settle down and watch some about sea life, penguins and polar bears. But for now I’m content to read in the quiet Castle area, chat to the crew and sing karaoke (read below).

Things I will do in time:
·A tour around the Engine Room
·A practise emergency drill.

Food
What about the food? I was apprehensive at first as I had no idea what to expect. It’s not a cruise ship after all. This pic gives you an idea (I will upload video later, it takes a long time to upload) and whilst it’s not gourmet food, it’s well prepared, and ‘prepared with love:’ the chef explained that he misses his family – wife, young boy and girl – so when he prepares our food, he always thinks of them and this makes him happy. I assured him the love comes through into the taste of the food, this seemed to make him happy! He also listens to the rock band Journey a lot and you’ll always hear him singing…this is one good-natured chef.
Meal times:       

Breakfast: 07:00 – 08:00

Lunch 12:00 – 13:00

Dinner 17:00 – 18:00

Something you wouldn’t do on a cruise ship / differences
I had a ‘Titanic’ moment yesterday. You know, where Kate Winslet goes to a ‘real’ party in the bowels of the ship with Leonardo Di Caprio? Let me explain:
Passengers have to eat in the Officer’s Mess area.So I eat on the same table as the Captain, Chief Officer, Chief Engineer and 2nd Engineer. These crew are German and Polish. The Chief Officer, as I said in my past post, is pleasant and friendly, the Chief Engineer is friendly enough and the Captain, well, he’s just very ‘German.’ We have a new Swiss Captain joining us in Genoa and interestingly, most of the crew have said words to me such as

Don’t worry, the next Captain is very friendly and smiles a lot.

Everybody seems very excited about this new Captain joining…hmm, that speaks volumes, especially for all the crew to say the same thing. You have to read into what’s NOT said sometimes.
So the cook and Steve, the Steward, motioned to me after my meal.

Come and join us all in the evenings if you like.

The non-officer crew have a different meal and Recreation room. I wandered down there at 7pm to find those who’re off duty loading up Karaoke onto a big screen and belting out Barry Manilow, Queen and Journey (yes, the Chef), amongst other songs! I refrained this time, but feel comfortable joining them whenever I want to, to sing a few of my own. They often play the guitar too.
So I joined the ‘real party.’ I say that it’s something you wouldn’t necessarily do on a cruise ship as I’m aware that cruise ships are passenger focused, hence there’s a lot of entertainment put on for people. I don’t know whether you’d be allowed to join in the staff’s own parties on board. A container ship’s different: the passenger is like one of the crew, except he/she doesn’t work. You become involved more and interact a lot with all the crew, becoming like one big family, but being mindful not to get in the way of their work.
Another difference to note is the actual boarding of the ship. Once inside, there’s a lift to take you up and down the various levels but to actually join the ship, there’s only a very steep walkway

Note if you’re not too able bodied, container ship travel might not be for you.

Pretty steep entryway
Pretty steep entryway

First day at sea

I’m writing this on the deck of the ship, just outside my cabin.
This is the second full day at sea.  We left Athens at 01:30am on the morning of Monday, 24th June.  I slept really well that night and rose early to watch the sun rise  I’ve been up onto the Bridge(where the ship is steered) frequently and met the Chief Officer (who I’ve previously mentioned), the 2nd and 3rd mate, both Philippino’s.  All are friendly, make me cups of tea when I’m up there, let me use the binoculars to look around, etc.  There are some fantastic views up here.

This morning, 25th June, I went onto the Bridge at 04:30 as we were passing through the Messina Straits.
 This is the passage of water between the toe of Italy and Sicily and whenever a ship passes through a passage of water (a Strait), a pilot needs to come aboard and help the ship navigate its way through.  It’s quite amazing how a pilot boards a ship, very James Bond style!  A little speedboat keeps parallel to our ship – a rope ladder is thrown down the side and the pilot has to carefully go from his boat speedboat onto the step ladder and climb abroad our ship. Here’s a little video of him as he left…watch closely, you’ll see him leap from the step ladder onto his speedboat.  Looks dangerous!   

Now we’re making our way up the West coast of Italy, the Tyrrhenian Sea, to La Spezia where I hope to get internet access to post this for you.  La Spezia is a smallish port and access from the cargo terminal to the town is walking distance.  I want to sit down with a cup of Italian coffee and just relax.  

Remember, I’ll be posting as often as I can, but there’ll be times where there’ll be long spaces of no news from me, due to no internet access as there’s none on the ship. Rest assured, Bex is still here and I’ll update you as and when I can.
                **Quick update** I was on the Bridge again this evening (25 JUN) and saw dolphins coming towards the front (bow) of the ship.   They frolicked the wake for a while (the waves made from the ship) and then disappeared. It was magical!                                                                                               

The Bridge is a good place to see this as they have about four to five sets of very powerful binoculars which the crew are happy for you to use.