Going Down Into Egypt

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!

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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.

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Why Not Visit Greece? By Euphemia Torry

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”

A cold, cold walk on Christmas Day

It has become somewhat of a tradition in our family to go for a walk or a stroll after lunch on Christmas Day.

This year, Karl and I took Stella for a walk round town. Christmas Day was mighty cold for Reykjavik, the weather bureau recorded -9.7°C at noon on Christmas Day! A vast difference to the 25.4°C or so that was observed in Brisbane at noon on the 25th.

We went down to the harbour and then strolled back through the “west side” home to get ready for Christmas Day dinner with Kata’s paternal family.

As it was Christmas Day we wore Santa Hats for the walk, sadly the Santa Hats were not wool or super fleecy so did not really provide optimum warmth :/
Karl and I on the jetty
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Four years ago

Four years ago, I woke thinking it would just be like any other Saturday.<br /><br />
It would be a day of markets, washing and maybe some baking.<br /><br />
Instead, it was not.<br /><br />
Four years ago, I went to sleep that night without a Papa.</p><br />
<p>Pabbi, so much has happened in the last four years.<br /><br />
I'm finally working in tax.<br /><br />
Karl is still in Iceland.<br /><br />
Mamma moved to the bush.<br /><br />
Matthew has taken over your space in the laundry.<br /><br />
There is a super cute little boy next door now.<br /><br />
The birds still play in the bird bath in the back yard.<br /><br />
You would hardly recognise the interior of the house now.<br /><br />
Miss you Pappa-san
Four years ago, I woke thinking it would just be like any other Saturday.
It would be a day of markets, washing and maybe some baking.
Instead, it was not.
Four years ago, I went to sleep that night without a Papa.

Pabbi, so much has happened in the last four years.
I’m finally working in tax.
Karl is still in Iceland.
Mamma moved to the bush.
Matthew has taken over your space in the laundry.
There is a super cute little boy next door now.
The birds still play in the bird bath in the back yard.
You would hardly recognise the interior of the house now.
Miss you Pappa-san

Patterns and Colour in Penang

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 to interference from someone who doesn’t have the same high calibre internal compass as I do. 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.  However, the photo below was from a journey we took on one of the wrong tentacles.  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.

Colour explosion

 

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.  We eventually came to the Rao Saree Centre and the search was over.

Hello colour!

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
cottons!

Shelves, upon shelves that were groaning with sarees and this is just a small corner of the store.
Silks

Pretty blues.
Pretty blues

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 a relatively 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.

The view from Kek Lok Si

As is usual in a temple complex there was plenty of colour and pattern.

Lanterns

Wishing ribbons

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 Buddhas

Lotus tower

The rotunda at the Liberation Pond

 

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.

Air Itam Dam

 

Oh and look Miffy cheese!

Miffy Cheese!