It has been a while but since it is stay inside tonight for #exTCDebbie, I thought I might put up another one of Effie’s articles. Reading this really makes me want to go and visit Egypt!
Going Down Into Egypt By Euphemia Tory Published in Volume 50 (1928-1929) of the Girl’s Own Annual, pages 223-225
THE first question of the would-be visitor, how to reach Egypt, admits so many answers that I can only suggest asking one of the well-known agents for a complete list of sailings and prices. Mail steamers from London, Marseilles or Naples; Italian lines from Genoa, Naples and the Adriatic ports (some of these provide slow, inexpensive boats with much interest at different ports of call) ; M.M. boats from Marseilles , there are ships of every nationality and varying degrees of luxury, but I do not think that any providing reasonable comfort and cleanliness cost less than about £25 each way from London, and of course more luxury can be had at higher fares.
The height of the tourist season is from January 15th to April 1st, but before and after this period the weather is glorious without being overpoweringly hot, and those who wish to economise will find prices lower and accommodation easier to obtain out of the regular season.
From October 1st to January 15th, and again from April 1st to May 31st, the Egyptian State Railways quote favourable combined hotel and railway rates for visits to steamship lines serving Egypt also give reduced out-of- season fares.
Whilst I was in London on my way home from Iceland in January this year, I dedicated some time to family history. Not the family history I plan on committing some time to in the next couple of years, by spending a good month or two in England researching the Lawrence Stephenson line of our family. It is the one arm of our family which I can’t trace back past my great-great-great grandfather Lawrence Stephenson DD with any reliability. That is a story for another time.
The person I spent time researching in London was Cousin Effie. Cousin Effie will be the subject of a series of blog posts as I chronicle her adventures and tales. She is one person in our family, that I would have dearly loved to have met, however since she was born on the 9th of July 1889 and died on the 12th of September 1976 that was never going to happen was it? Please, click here to continue reading 🙂 “Why Not Visit Greece? By Euphemia Torry”
We’re going back to Penang in the pictorial sense of things, as my feet are very much still in Brisbane.
My internal compass took a while to adjust in Penang or perhaps it was just subject toÂ interferenceÂ from someone who doesn’t have the same high calibre internal compass as I do.Â Anywho, there is an intersection in Georgetown that we will call the Octopus. It took us into its embrace and threw us out on a different tentacle each time. Never the tentacle we actually wanted to venture down. At the end of the Octopus ordeal we made it onto the right tentacle. Â However, the photo below was from a journey we took on one of the wrong tentacles. Â It was without a doubt the most colourful shop security “screen/door” that I saw during my trip. It was on a hardware store so it was in their best interest for it to look good at all times.
Another day, we ventured into the heart of Little India in Georgetown in the search of a Saree shop with helpful sales assistants as Jo was in need of some Indian attire. Â We eventually came to the Rao Saree Centre and the search was over.
Hello oh so pretty fabrics!
Hello delicate embroideries!
Hello sarees that would probably add an additional 10kg to your weight due to the beading on them.
There was sights to see everywhere you looked.
Cottons. That were cheaper than chips
Shelves, upon shelves that were groaning with sarees and this is just a small corner of the store.
Jo picked out some fabric sets, got measured, I took photos and then it was a case of come back in a week or so to pick them up.
Another day we went up to Kek Lok Si. It’s aÂ relativelyÂ large temple complex in the hills overlooking the eastern side of the island. From my bedroom window I could spy the Kek Lok Si complex from the complex we could just spy home. As per always, click on the photos to view the bigger versions.
As is usual in a temple complex there was plenty of colour and pattern.
After Kek Lok Si, we continued up the hill to see just what pushing the little car that would could take and enjoyed the fresh, cleaner air at Air Itam Dam. It was so green and lovely.
Oh what to say and where to start. Â I’ve now been home for 2.5 weeks. I went to Penang with a dodgy cough and came home with a dodgy ankle. I only started wearing heels part of the day at work Â late last week, wearing flats for two weeks was almost as bad as the pain itself. If you told a 21 year old Helen that she would wear heels to work everyday, I would have told you were to go. Â I possibly hated wearing flats more so because I had picked up two new pairs of work shoes in Penang and was very much looking forward to wearing them 🙂
I tripped walking out onto the balcony. Of course I would have to fall on my dodgy ankle, my poor left ankle. That darn right ankle always gets off scot free. Jo was at work of course but as per usual she put on her “oh Helen” cap and brought me home chocolate and ice packs. Not that we didn’t have enough chocolate in the place already but … (see previous post)
Yep! A White Knight bar! Hadn’t had one of those in years. Super mint chocolate goodness.
What else did I do in Penang?
The birthday girl had a birthday and Easter. That meant more chocolate and presents.
We spent the day wandering round George Town and the shops. Nothing exciting or really interesting to report really.
Dinner though needs to be reported. There was roti! (and curry) for dinner at one of theÂ makanans at Batu Ferringhi and then a wonder of the markets before a round of birthday mojitos at Bora Bora. Â Roti! (the ! is always needed at the end of roti! because one always get chipper about the prospect of a roti! overload).
Looking at my collection of photos, I’ll think I break this post here and save the touristy day that was Easter Monday for another post.
Ever since I got back, people have been asking me about all the exciting things I saw and did whilst in Penang (I didn’t visit Malaysia, I visited Penang, since I didn’t leave the island at all). My answer is that I didn’t go to Penang for a week of sightseeing and shopping but I went for a week of girlie hanging out with one of my dearest friends. This means a week of chocolate, movies, food, casing the shops, drinks and general girlieÂ shenanigans. Sure there was a few little touristy things thrown in here and there but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
The last five weeks have been fairly hectic at my new job, which is OK because I had expected it. There has been quite a few nights when I’ve sat down at the laptop and said I really must post an update or two but then it is a case of where to start again.
I’ll start here, in Penang where I am for a week visiting one of my dearest, dearest friends for her birthday. I flew out of the GC on Friday morning and about 12 hours later I was in a massive round of hugs with Jo at the Penang airport. Happy times.
Air Asia was very good to fly with and on the GC-KL plane I think I had more leg room than I have ever had before.
We went out to dinner at Song River on Friday and had a very, very nice meal. The fried rice from the gum boots man was so smokely delicious and the satay from one of the other stalls was oh so good as well. We washed our meal down with watermelon juice and that was just like drinking summer.
Then it was back to the apartment to natter about the last 3.5 months and for me to get mothered, “now that you’ve finished your Lemsip you can go to bed”.
You see, I came home from a trip to Sydney for work three weeks ago with a dreadful cough. I’ve not felt unwell other than having for the first week a quite moist productive cough and rounds of coughing fits that would see me gripping what ever was closet to me so I didn’t cough my self to the moon. The second week it became a fairly dry cough but still massive coughing fits and my voice continued to sound well not the normal sweet voice I normally have. At the end of the second week the lower left side of my chest was causing me so much pain that I thought perhaps I had cracked a rib. Off to the doctors I went and after getting checked out to make sure it wasn’t anything more sinister it was confirmed that I had most likely pulled the muscles in that part of my chest. I was put on a cough suppressant and some antibiotics. The cough suppressant worked reasonably well to reduce my coughing fits to little piddly coughs. Well until I got to Penang of course and a day of travel and contrasting weather caught up with and the coughing returned in force. A cup of lemsip though and a good steam though managed to push the cough away again to just tiny coughs. The pulled muscles though not so fun. It hurts to laugh and well we do a fair bit of laughing. Still pain is the name of the game and whilst I could get some plastic surgery done whilst I’m over here, I don’t think they replace muscles yet. It is just a waiting game.
Yesterday we went to the Pinang Peranakan Mansion which is a museum of Nyonya life in the early heyday of Penang. Part of the museum is a Chinese jewellery museum which wasn’t as interesting as I had hoped as well it had been some time since the jewellery had been polished. The rest of the museum made up for it though, there was ornate furniture decorated with mother of pearl and some exquisite embroideries and very nice door handles and good turn of the century English floor tiles.
We then had a “scenic” walk round Georgetown before arriving at a shopping centre or really a “sweet Holy Grail of air con”. It was then a “scenic” walk round a series of connected shopping centres before a “scenic” walk to another shopping centre where I was looking for something an old coworker had asked me to bring back for her.
After that mission we hopped back in a taxi and headed back to the area where Jo lives to go to a shiny new shopping centre where we had lunch. One thing that Jo and I have in common is a love for hot food so we both ordered a curry laska for lunch that she had had before. One thing we didn’t think of is that my poor throat after three weeks of coughing is pretty scratched up. 🙁 Curry laska not such a good idea. Some gelato made it better though.
Back to the apartment then for some couch/movie/chocolate time and I finally watched Finding Nemo. Yes, I had never watched it. A few laughing coughing fits later the movie was over.
We had dinner last night at Bali Hai. We had a freshwater fish steamed Hong Kong style. It was lovely. There was obligatory coconut water out of coconuts.
After dinner it was time for some tropical berry mojito shakers at TGI Fridays whilst we watched children play in the water light show in the piazza and listened to a local trio whilst we of course nattered some more.
And that was my first 24 odd hours in Penang. Today is a big day as not only is it Easter Sunday, hello chocolate and hot cross buns but it is Jodes birthday :D. Which is the reason I’m visiting 🙂
I’m still on Queensland time, so I’m awake waiting for the birthday girl to rise.
Hanging outÂ withÂ NemoÂ lots of Clownfish Â at Reef HQ.
I went up to Townsville last week for work and I had planned on putting a few posts up on the nights that I didn’t catch up with dear Townsville friends but that didn’t happen did it! I was so tired on those other nights that I managed a little bit of study (yep, took just near 5kg of uni books with me) and then it was straight to bed. So here I am a week since I got home from Townsville and I’m finally sitting down to type.
Apart from uni work, the other reason for the radio silence has been this.
The house is getting painted at the moment and repairs are about to start to the ceilings in this room and the kitchen. Once that is all done then the floor sander will start and then when he done it will be the laying of new carpets in the bedrooms. MyÂ vacuumÂ cleaner is getting quite a work out and I’m forever dusting it seems. The house is going to look a treat when it is all done.
Back to Townsville though.Â Townsville was lovely.
I was staying in the Sugar ShakerÂ so the views were very nice.
Looking towards Castle Hill and work.
I had a dip a few times in the roof top pool, I always had it to myself which was also quite nice.
I was picked up from work on Friday by Sam and then it was back to her house for a weekend of lazy fun in the ‘ville. BBQ next door on Friday night, Reef HQ and Herveys Range on Saturday withÂ girls night out at Cactus Jacks on Saturday night, markets on Sunday and then flying back to Brisbane on the same plane as Bob Katter on Sunday.
Sam at Reef HQ.
The Seahorses were very cute.
These upside down jellyfish were very pretty as well.
As was this fish.
The chocolate nachos as Cactus Jack’s were as always fantastic. Â They are soooooo good.