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Wake up after a night during which I have kept my cell-mate Sean awake for most of the time. Apparently I still have some fluid left in my lungs and this is making me cough, wheeze and splutter in an attempt to clear the rubbish – not exactly a recipe for sleep dreams for either yours truly or his fellow-sufferer.

Weight now down to 67.5 and counting.

In the morning we both celebrate a momentous event. It’s catheter removal time folks which Sean marks by a joyous cry of “Free Willy!”  from behind the blinds separating our beds.

Next it’s my turn and it is surprisingly painless, albeit a little more’ drawn – out’ so to speak!

The usual visit from Gail but Craig stays away as he feels a bit under the weather and has no wish to infect his currently fragile old dad.

Watch tv for a while but as bed-time approaches start to feel a bit the worse for wear. The stay in CCU is a roller coaster ride, both physically and emotionally , especially the latter, and I am prepared for a fairly unpleasant night .

Cheers

The Obese Ferret

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Great to awaken after a far better sleep , although I am still linked up to an ECG monitor and, worst of all, to the Dreaded Catheter.

Nevertheless, I am now able to take a shower rather than the totally impractical in-bed wash.

There is hardly time to get bored as there appears to be a constant stream of nurses to administer medication, in pill or injection form, to raise the level of some things and lower others.

Then I meet up for the first time with Rebecca, originally from Sussex, who introduces us to the joys of the physiotherapy required post-op.

The first port of call is the scales to check any weight change from the previous day. I have lost 2 kgs and gone down to 69.5.

After that we do short walks within the confines of CCU and gradually improve our performance on the Triflow balls previously mentioned by Craig in his blog.

My first real shower for some time feels more like a route march and offers a timely reminder of the post-operative uphill climb.

Great to receive so many messages from family and friends and after ICU, the ambience of CCU is far more conducive to a feeling of well-being.

Turn in for the night feeling that I am now making some definite progress

Cheers

The Obese Ferret

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Sunday 24th February- move from ICU to CCU ( Critical Care Unit )

At 4.30 woken up by a Asian nurse, whose name I can’t recall, but who worked with an over-zealous, military precision. She moved me around like a carcass in an abattoir quite often in the process kicking my catheter to the point that I was like a prostrate soccer defender covering himself facing a penalty kick whenever she was headed in my direction!

Nevertheless I couldn’t fault her efficiency and in common with the rest of her colleagues her efforts made my stay in ICU far more bearable than otherwise would have been the case.

In any event I am wheel-chaired over to the CCU and into a ward which I will share with Sean Allen for the next few days. All the single wards were taken but we both seem to hit it off really well from the outset.

We share our love of sports and an active outdoor life. Physically, we are more akin to the actors in the movie. ‘ Twins’. He is a very powerfully built martial arts exponent and quality kick boxer and I am, well, an obese ferret.

Shortly after my op I rose to the dizzy heights of 71.5 kgs ( apparently fluid retention ) but more on that later.

G and C see me settled into my new abode and than leave for a while, to return later in the evening.

CCU is a haven of tranquility compared to ICU and I look forward to a good night’s sleep for a change.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret

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To start with Gail and Craig are working on a change to our homepage photo for the blog as we all feel that the current one with a white dove flying off over the water is just a little too spiritual for this blogger’s present situation!

Sat 23rd Feb.

Craig has already covered part of this day so I’m just filling in the gaps from my perspective.

My memories of ICU are somewhat blurred but I vaguely recall coming round, sort of, at about 3.30am and Gail and Craig coming in to see me at about 10.30. I gather that I didn’t say much (“that’s a first” I can you all saying) and was semi-comatose both then and even when G and C came back in the evening.

ICU is a surreal experience with lights on most of the time and is at all times a hive of activity. My 2 nights there were shaped by the nurses who looked after me during that time.

First came Srees from India who was delightfully jolly, totally committed to her job and gave a whole new meaning to INTENSIVE care unit.

In total contrast Melanie from South Africa was all business and super-efficient. However, she had no time for all the feeble males lying around and soon let you know if you were being a bit wimpish. She was on duty overnight when I started hallucinating. I was convinced that Gail was in the ward and I could hear her voice. I called out to her, obviously receiving no response and Mel came over to explain what I was going through. All patients had been forewarned of this risk following such major surgery but Mel’ s reassurance was welcomed.

The Dr on duty turned out to be a Daniel Lopez who had watched me get almost no sleep through the night. Even more interesting was the fact that he had attended Berwick High School in Vic at the same time as Lorraine and Brian Healey’s son Aaron had been School Captain!

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

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Tuesday 26th February

Hi, Mission Control we have contact!

Sorry about that but the situation seems more akin to the re-entry of the Space Shuttle than the return to a compus mentis state of a 68 yr old who now has a sternum held together by wire and 4 by-pass arteries taken mainly from a vein in my leg which stretches from my ankle to my groin( what a blessing to have such long legs.)

This return to my blog writing relatively early after my op can be put down almost totally to Craig’s performance coming off the substitutes bench while I was being sliced open. I gave him a chance and he repaid me by writing a blog of such brilliance that I need to return to blog authorship ASAP. I am already anticipating the deluge of pleas from blog readers for the ‘ fill-in’ young fellow to continue. I already have an ever-decreasing list a tasks I can perform so come on guys give this old fellow a break.

More shortly once I untangle myself from the various tubes in my obese body.

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Dad was moved from the ICU to the Cardiac Care ward this afternoon and the various tubes removed and their holes plugged. Everything is going as well as could be hoped for. He’s still too tired to resume blogging but we’ll try again to persuade him tomorrow.

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Friday 22nd Feb.

We have been notified by the surgeon that my dad’s surgery was a success. We have visited him where he is recovering in ICU but not yet awake. Hopefully he’ll be able to continue with his first hand accounts again tomorrow. Unfortunately it doesn’t look like a buyer for the dining room table will be found in time before he awakes.

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Friday 22nd Feb.

The old man is a wee bit pre-occupied today so thought I’d pop in to make a quick comment on behalf of myself and mum. It was apparently a poor night’s sleep for dad due mainly to over-enthusiastic air-conditioning (and quite possibly his imminent evisceration). As the rest of us were tossing and turning through a night that only briefly dipped below 26C this didn’t elicit quite as much as sympathy as he’d probably hoped. He wasn’t particularly impressed that frantic button presses through the night didn’t bring nurses running with blankets but given he was wired up to more telemetry than the space shuttle they probably took one look at his read-outs and decided they had more important things to worry about. True to form I overslept but mum was there by 9:45am and I managed to follow an hour later. Although the operation was (is?) scheduled for 1pm, I cut it very fine and by the time I got there he had already had 2x ‘happy pills’ (nurse’s nomenclature) and some morphine. I only had 20min with a progressively soporific and visibly stoned father before the orderlies came into wheel him off to the theatre (approx an hour ahead of schedule). There was one high point when we talked about the breathing exercises he’d had with the physiotherapist and he pulled out the triple rotameter and demonstrated with great pride being able to eventually lift all three balls (to mum’s escalating  verbal protestations (and my silent egging on)). This might be a sign of things to come. Given my dad has always treated his body as something to be hammered into submission by sheer force of will, I’m a bit worried following this op, it might decide to do some hammering back. Perhaps it might be prudent for us to invest in a straightjacket to ensure compliance with the surgeon’s post-op ‘rest’ instructions :).

Anyway he’s in there now. We have upmost confidence in the competence of the medical staff. And we’re now just ticking down the moments until we get the call that they’ve successfully put him back together (Better! Stronger! Faster!) and we can head over to visit him in the ICU ward.

Craig and Gail

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Thursday 21st Feb.

A busy day!

Firstly, my legs, arms, groin and chest are shaved ( the last area took no time at all)

After the shear, a shower in what Craig has termed ‘ the sheep dip’ to make me totally free of germs!

Then off for an echo ultrasound of my heart and for afternoon tea a Doppler ultrasound of my arteries in case of any blood transfusions. What did the surgeon say about the op being a ‘ walk in the park’ – really!

To end the day on a comical note I have noticed that my file here has our address as Grographic Bay Road instead of Geographe Bay Road.

Not sure whether this is reflection of my drinking habits, my appearance or an illiterate hospital secretary.

Now you know more about my recent life than I do so I’m off to bed and the blog will hopefully re-surface in a few days.

In the meantime you will have to find some other means of boring yourself to tears.

Thanks for all of your kind thoughts and best wishes. Much appreciated.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret( pre-bypass model)

PS apologies for the incorrect spelling of Mallee in the first blog. I’ve only been here for 33 years so haven’t quite got the local vernacular yet!

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Wednesday 20 th Feb

Move from St John of God to The Mount Hospital where my op will take place.

Have blood tests galore during the afternoon and have a lovely reassuring chat with Roger Morris, a friend from Victoria who had a quad bypass some years earlier. Roger has walked the Camino in Spain and the Kokoda Track since his op and is a real inspiration for someone facing this heart op. Roger’s surgeon’s explanation that he had “provided the new plumbing but it was up to the patient to keep the pipes clear” was spot on.

Another bedside chat with Gail and Craig and then off to sleep with the aid of a sleeping tablet. 

 

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Monday 18th Feb.

Really just a normal day at home with a 3 km walk, office work, goods to be packed, car tyres to be checked etc. The only missing ingredient for me was sitting with my feet watching TV as advised by the surgeon- big mistake !

10 pm start to feel more severe chest pains and clammy feeling so I make an inglorious departure from home under the watchful eye of the local paramedics.

Dr at Busselton Hospital decides that I need to stay there overnight and be taken by the Flying Doctor Service to St John of God’s Murdoch the next morning.

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Sunday 17th

Uneventful drive back to Busselton. [*editors note : Yours truly was a little concerned when David decided not to rely on the dead man’s switch and instead set the vehicle to cruise control for the entire two hour journey south!]

 

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Tuesday 12th Feb.

Appointment with Dr Sanjay Sharma, a genial giant who agrees to slice me open on Friday 22nd Feb.

Apparently, I have simply drawn the genetic short straw and most likely the cholesterol has been building up for 30 years. Only my fitness has prevented this problem arising 20 years earlier.

However, I have dodged a bullet by having a check-up before the trip and as my heart itself is in perfect nick the outcome of the op should be very good.

Stay at Lyn and Bert’s for the rest of the week to see Lyn fly off to South America on Sat 16th Feb.

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Monday 11th

After driving up to Perth the day before I duly arrive at Murdoch Medical Centre for the angiogram which will of course confirm that I will be OK to jet off to Sydney the next day.

Things didn’t get off to good start as while I am sitting chatting a male nurse before the procedure a huge fracas can be heard from an adjoining corridor. A patient, apparently affected by his medication, has taken a dislike for a member of the medical staff and is calling him every expletive known to man and some I don’t know. It takes 5 minutes to sedate him and as I said to the nurse” if that’s what an angiogram does to you I’m NOT having what he’s having!”

The angiogram takes barely. 30 minutes but it’s long enough for the cardiologist to tell me that the trip is off and I have 80 and 95 per cent blockages in 2 of my arteries.
Putting in stents is too complicated so it’s a triple bypass!
After the usual ” why me?” reactions we start to make plans to see the surgeon the next day.

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I should be writing this blog from Ushuaia in Tierra del Fuego, Argentina awaiting a ship to take Gail, her sister Lyn and me on a 12 day trip to Antarctica.
Instead, I find myself in the Cardiac Unit of The Mount Hospital in Perth,awaiting surgery tomorrow 22nd Feb. Now I know you will be saying that  some travel agents can be notoriously unreliable but apart from the fact that Belinda, Gail’s niece is always very reliable surely no agent could get the travel itinerary so horribly wrong.

Let’s backtrack a little-
Before Christmas we bought a kayak to make the most of being close to the beach and the glorious summer weather. As usual I, with some help from Gail pulled the kayaks ( one is Lyn and Bert’s) down to the beach and had a great time out on the water.
However, for the first time I felt some tightness across my chest and left shoulder. Nothing to worry about, just not used to kayaking or so I thought.
Off to our local chiropractor for the usual treatment but Stuart ( the chiro ) feels it might be worthwhile seeing the GP to make sure.
Duly make an appointment with GP who suspects that is ‘ muscular ‘ ( a bit strange as I don’t really possess any muscles to speak of ) but advises an ECG stress test to make sure before the trip
Friday 8th Feb Stress Test shows some worrying signs, given my level of fitness  and I am immediately booked in for an angiogram in Perth for Monday 11th.
Both Chip, Gail’s brother and our neighbour, Clive, on hearing this news said ” he’ll be fine, he’s as fit as a Malli Bull”
Now I have learned something during this whole saga, namely that the afore-mentioned Malli Bull is himself in urgent need of a stress test and as an indicator of physical well-being he is about as reliable as a politician’s promise!
Anyway, drive up to Perth on Sunday 10th Feb for the angiogram which will of course give me the all clear to fly to Sydney and on to Rio on 13th.
More on this ‘ journey’ shortly.

The Obese Ferret

 

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Saturday 23rd June 2012.

Great food the previous evening at Il Pozzo restaurant and back at flat in time to see Germany demolish Greece in Euro 2012.

Tony and I sat up till midnight reminiscing over the years when we were world-class footballers and only missed out on being professionals because of the incompetence of the various scouts doing the rounds at the time!

Up relatively early to prepare for checking out of Santa Lucia which has been a fantastic base for the week. We say a very fond farewell to the owner, the vivacious Giovanna, and meet her husband Jens, who is Danish, large, and works in Copenhagen.

Leisurely drive south,initially steering clear of the autostrada and opting for the slower, but more picturesque country roads. Call into Barga, a delightful small town south-east of Castelnuovo , for a coffee break and make a stop at the centuries-old Ponte Della Maddalena over the River Serchio- very impressive.

Finally arrive in our favourite city of Lucca with a few hours to spare for some sightseeing on foot.
Picnic lunch outside the city walls, using up the leftovers from our week at the flat, and then walk into the pedestrian part of the city for drinks at a bar/cafe,served by a grumpy old female who was clearly not impressed that we were taking up a table at lunch for a miserable couple of drinks.
Re-acquaint ourselves with the Piccolo Hotel Puccini where we have stayed before and take a leisurely stroll around the lovely lane ways of Lucca. It has definitely lost none of its charm.

Drive to Pisa Airport uneventful and we say cheerio to Tone and Marg after we know that their luggage is safely checked in.
The week we have had together was everything that we could have wished for and it’s sad that the tyranny of distance limits us to the annual get-together. Still we are more fortunate than most in such a situation.
Back in Lucca we check-in at the hotel after negotiating the impossibly narrow, winding streets in our precious rental car and then park within the city walls , ready for an early start the next day.

Have a delicious dinner at a small restaurant serving food from local products and meet up up with a couple in their 80’s( he on his 4th marriage ) who are still travelling the world and having a ball. Hopefully life begins in the late 60’s!

Sunday 24th June 2012

Modest but OK brekkie at hotel and then ready for the long drive north to Milan to hand in the rental car ( Peugeot ) which has been fantastic in every possible way.

All going according to plan and well ahead of out timetable until we come to fill up with diesel. Being a Sunday all of the service stations are self- service but do not accept credit cards, only cash on a pay in advance basis and give no change. Initially, the machine swallows my 20 euros and gives no fuel in return but after many expletives and coaxing ( more like bullying ) we manage to put in 45 euros worth and as luck would have it it just fills the tank. Judging by the number of motorists in a similar plight we suspect that this is a very lucrative money-spinning exercise for the self-service establishments near to the Airport.
Car duly handed in in time for us to catch train to Milan Central for train to Geneva.

Italy never disappoints and also throws up the usual ‘ Gailisms ‘.
Two came out in the last couple of days:
With the four of us, sitting by the pool,somehow managing to discuss the brutality of the war in Rwanda G commented that the Tutus had indeed been really brutal. Until that time we had all assumed that only the Tutsi and Hutu tribes had taken part but either by virtue of their mode of dress or some real cross-breeding a third participant had obviously come into the picture!

To top that, as we drove through the mountains of north-eastern Italy, Gail commented
that the fast descent into a particular valley was probably why my EYES were popping.
Fortunately, my Marty Feldman impersonation didn’t last too long as we descended my ears stopped popping as well!

On a more serious note the train journey only served to remind us both that Italy and Switzerland are stunningly beautiful countries and the last section along the shores of Lake Geneva, past Montreux, Lausanne and finally into Geneva quite superb.

Taxi driver is reluctant to take us the sort distance to Hotel Kipling and points out that it is only just around the corner. This turned out to be a slight under-statement as the trek took us both, with suitcases in tow, through the most seedy of red light districts imaginable and this blogger was approached by any number of superannuated prostitutes eager to provide me with a ‘massage’.
I was starting to think that if we had to walk much further it might come in quite handy when we arrived at our abode for the next two nights.
Too tired to go out again for a meal Gail,and I both call it a day although I find the energy to watch England in their death throes against Italy in Euro 2012.

Monday 25th June 2012

Fairly overcast day so we have a late start and eventually stroll down to the lake, crossing over the bridge to the Old Town, past the famous water jet and visit the city cathedral and a very large archeological site below the current building. Lunch at a lovely Creperie nearby and then back to the hotel to catch up on some ‘work’ including this blog.

The visit to the Old Town had restored some of our faith in this city as our first impressions on arrival had been distinctly unfavourable. Geneva has become far more multicultural than when I was last here, admittedly in the 1970’s, but rather than embellish the city as this has done in many other places, it has given Geneva a very seedy appearance in some areas. One suspects that the gap between the haves and the have-nots may have widened substantially.

All that remains on this trip is for us to have a quiet dinner out this evening before flying off to Abu Dhabi tomorrow so this old blogger is signing off. Hopefully we will be able to get some photos posted shortly to relieve the boredom of the narrative.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

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Santa Lucia

Sunday 17th June 2012

Another beautiful day, weather wise, so get up at a civilized hour and after breakfast make a bee-line for the swimming pool. Day spent between taking a dip, sunbathing and a quick trip to the Coop store at Pieve Fosciana to get provisions to supplement those purchased the day before.

Tony and I call into the small nearby town of Castiglione and then manage to miss the entrance to Santa Lucia, ending up in the hills below Corfino.

All in all a relaxing day to start the week at this great location.

Monday 18th June 2012.

As Gail has lost the pin to her specs we head into the main town of the Garfagnana , Castelnuovo, where we quickly find a very helpful optician who does the repairs in no time at all and gratis.
Coffee in main square in very noisy cafe.
More shopping at Coop and we now realize that the store is actually not in Castelnuovo but in Pieve Fosciana ( slow learners! ).

Back to our Santa Lucia which is our private agriturismo/resort as the other two apartments are vacant this week.

More relaxation and a quiet dinner out on the patio on a lovely ,balmy evening.

Tuesday 19th June 2012.

After breakfast decide to drive up into the hills above Villa Collemandina for what we hope will be a coffee break at a cafe. This is thwarted by a power outage and after buying some fruit and veggies from little shop in the village we drive back the flat for lunch.

Since arriving we have been catching sight of what we think is a river below our lounge room window so we decide to explore. A short walk towards a very small village, Piannaci, shows us that there is no access to what we now know is a lake so we return in the direction of Villa Collemandina and check out an old dam and hydro facility which is now defunct.

We decide that we have had enough exercise for one day and so it’s back to the flat for the daily dose of sun, swimming, eating and drinking.

Wednesday 20 th June 2012.

The day for a slightly more ambitious travel plan which takes us first to the small historic town of San Romano. Pleasant enough but no suitable cafe for coffee so continue on to Camporgiano where we are able to enjoy a coffee outside overlooking the main square and Rocca ( castle ).

Leaving Camporgiano we manage to find ourselves in a cul- de-sac so we return to Poggio before heading south-west along the beautiful River Edron Valley.
We had been expecting an open valley on the way to our destination of Lago Di Vagli and Vagli Sotto but nothing could have been further from the truth. As we approached the lake and especially after passing the 90 meter dam at its head the surrounding hills closed in and the scenery became increasingly more dramatic

Picnic lunch in a superb spot overlooking Vagli Sotto and during stop at a cafe for icecream I manage to have a very interesting chat with the female proprietor who tells me a great deal about the history of the lake and town . Apparently the building of the dam led to the submersion of the former town of Carregine . This had meant the loss of a church with a number of frescoes and some factories. Evidence of the town can now be seen when on occasions the reservoir water level drops.

Return along the same route to Poggio before driving south-east to cross Lago Di Pontecosi. Slight wrong turn means we end up up in a quarry but eventually find ourselves north of the lake and make the short winding road back to Villa Collemandina.
A long but enjoyable day during which we received constant reminders that this area is truly one of Italy’s best- kept secrets. Virtually tourist-free and offering some of the most spectacular scenery imaginable.

We also received a couple of less- pleasant reminders of the perils of driving in rural Italy with our having to take evasive action on at least two occasions as cars appeared from nowhere from side roads. All adds to the spice of the trip.

Thursday 21st June 2012.

Tone and Marg decide to take things easy after the long and fairly arduous drive of the previous day so Gail and I drive back up into the hills past Corfino to the Orrecchiella Nat Park, under the brooding presence of the Pania Di Corfino ( 1603 meters above sea level ).

On the advice from of a guy in a Refugio at the entrance to the park we start off by tackling the 40 minute walk to the Orto Botanico garden at 1370 meters. This proves to be in a magnificent spot affording views of the surrounding area.

Decide against making the scramble up to the top of the Pania Di Corfino for two reasons- one Gail is not keen on walking on loose shale and two my better half reminds me that titanium knees are not ideally suited to such terrain. Personally, I felt that the reminder was superfluous as I have always been very rational when confronted by such a situation!

The Park Visitor Centre closed ( in the second half of June! ) so head back to the flat for snack and then it’s down to Pieve Fosciana to change some more money, fill up with diesel at $ 2.13 a liter and stock up on provisions.
Lovely chicken dinner on the patio on yet another splendid evening.

End the evening watching Portugal v Czech Repl in Euro 2012.
A goal from the shy self- effacing Cristiano Ronaldo settles the match 1-0. With his lacquered hair he is looking more like Rudolf Valentino every day but there is no denying his talent.

Friday 22nd June 2012

For almost a week now we have driven through the small village of Villa Collemandina without stopping to check out the small square just of the main road to Castiglione so today we walk there in search of a hidden gem. It certainly lived down to expectations and the one restaurant previously recommended to us was closed and up for sale. Nevertheless, the village still retains the tranquil charm of so many such small Italian villages and I’m sure that locals Anjou being far from the madding crowd.

Apart from that just a routine day enjoying all that this property has to offer on another in a long long of beaut sunny days.

On our last night in Italy together with Tone and Marg we are dining out at Il Pozzo in Pieve Fosciana so a report on that tomorrow.

As you can see I have had to catch up on 5 days in one go so apologies for a pretty lack luster effort. I will try to wake up the muse for the last few days of our trip.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret

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Saturday 16th June 2012

Relatively late start as we have the whole day to get to Pisa to collect Tony and Margaret from the airport.
Set off from Modena and we are soon on mountain roads which are winding without being death-defying. Reaching the top of Paso delle Radici we stop for drinks and ice-creams along with hordes of superannuated bikies who are proving that it’s never too late to get on an assortment of very high-performance bikes and life to the full.

Finally arrive at Villa Collemandina and our apartment Santa Lucia to be greeted by Giovanna, the owner. The apartment is set in lovely grounds with a huge swimming pool and stunning views of the surrounding hills. The flat itself is well-appointed and roomy although we do later find some shortcomings with the kitchen utensils.

First stop as we head south is to stock up on provisions for the first few days and then follow the road along the Serchio River, touching the outskirts of the lovely town of Lucca, then on to
Pisa.

Tony and Marg only 10 minutes late from East Midlands Airport but baggage over half an hour coming through. Both of them looking very well and surprisingly sun-tanned after their poor early summer.

Given the relatively late hour when we get back to Santa Lucia we settle for toasted ham and cheese sandwiches ( nothing but the best for our guests! )

No time to really plan for the coming days so off to bed after a tiring day for all concerned.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret.

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Friday 15th June 2012
Gail’s birthday!
Blue skies again after wild thunderstorm during the night to clear the humidity and car arrives to take us to the airport at 7.00 am ( looking forward to a lie-in when we get to Italy )

Flight to Istanbul uneventful but the fun really starts when we take the onward Turkish Airlines flight to Milan. Firstly the flight is delayed by almost 2 hours with no announcements as to the reasons. Eventually bus takes us out to the plane and we start getting on board.what followed next was pure farce. Apparently , everyone was getting on the plane bound for Beirut and the bus driver was to blame. As I commented to a Turkish Airlines captain who was also boarding as a passenger we should all have been grateful that the driver was not flying the aircraft.
Gail and I have been laughing ever since about the incident. Imagine sitting on a plane and saying to your fellow passenger ” I’m really looking forward to going to Beirut”and the guy replies ” we’ll, so am I one day but this plane is going to Milan today!”
However, we have to say that apart from this TA have been very impressive with great cabin staff and meals better than on most airlines.

Arrive in Milan with temp at 31 degrees and I have a little altercation with a ‘lady’ at the Bureau de Change when I’m charged 35 per cent interest when changing 70 Turk Lira to Euro! It’s amazing but my Italian goes up a notch in such situations. I didn’t win, of course and I don’t really remember much of what I said except that the words, corruption, Berlusconi and prison came into it somewhere.
Rental car upgraded to Peugeot 508 at no extra cost so off in a very impressive car to Modena where we spend the night before heading further south.

Receive upgrade at Hotel Una and a lovely surprise when a bottle of champagne and choc cake arrives in room for G’s birthday.
A great end to an eventful but memorable day.

Cheers

The Obese Ferret

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Goreme

Thursday 14th June 2012

If the alarm on both our mobiles hadn’t done the job the Imam calling the believers to prayer at 4 am would certainly done the trick.
Balloon flight with Kappadokya Ballons duly took off at 5.30 and for the next 1 hour and fifty minutes we were treated to an unforgettable experience, made all the better by the skill and personality of the pilot Serhan. Seeing the valleys and rock formations from the air after we had seen them from the ground the previous day was extra special.
What seemed to be of particular interest to many of the ladies on board was Love Valley with its ‘ impressive’ phallic rock pillars. Gail will be able to send a selection from the hundreds of photos taken of this valley when we get back.

The flight was neatly rounded off with a glass of champagne and then it was back to our various hotels for breakfast.

A clapped-out rental car arrived for us at 9.00 so an hour later we were ready to head first south past the rock castle at Uchisar, then west towards Aksaray before finally driving south to the beautiful Ihlara Valley. Tucked away at the bottom of a gorge Belisarma was an unexpected delight, as was a 4 kms walk along the valley floor.
Lunch was a snack of the local dish ,goremes cooked over an open fire by local villagers.
Last visit of the day is to the fascinating underground city of Kaymakli. It’s on such occasions that it’s quite an advantage to be a dwarf and the very tall Dutch group in front of us came out very Quasimodo-like after negotiating the maze of very low tunnels built by the Hittites close to 2000 years BC.
Our car is now sounding decidedly sick and is proving to be very thirsty . Petrol in Turkey is about $2.50 per liter so it’s a sobering thought that our Prado would cost $450 to fill in this part of the world.
The car holds on long enough to get us back to Goreme and after yet another lovely meal we turn in early, partly to make up for the 4.30 am start and also to prepare for a 7.00 am taxi to the airport the next day.

Tomorrow should see us in Modena, Italy,ahead of a week in northern Tuscana with my brother Tony and his wife Marg.

We leave Turkey full of fond memories of a country that has far exceeded our expectations. We have been met with kindness throughout our trip and it comes as no surprise to learn that Turkey currently has the second fastest economic growth rate in the world after China. Hopefully they will not snatch defeat from the jaws of victory by joining the European Community!

Cheers

The Obese Ferret

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