All Roads Lead to Rhodes

All Roads Lead to Rhodes

Actually, no roads lead to Rhodes, an undeniably beautiful Greek island. But, people come to this magical island for just that, to relax and be removed from the hustle and bustle of everday life. If you need to be online 24/7, this isn't the place. Do not come to this lovely island if you like to be stressed out. This is a place to hang loose.

If you do come, make sure to enjoy the beauty and blueness of the Aegean Sea and Mediterranean.
Visit Lindos but don't spend all your time on the beach – climb up to the acropolis to see the ruins and stunning view.

Wander through the old city of Rhodes, getting 'lost' in the side alleys (it's a small old city). Come back at night when it's all lit up and buzzing
Hang out on the beaches and pools, but tan prudently. The sun here is deceptively strong. I saw a lot of repentant redskins.

At night, drink ouzo at the Blue Lagoon (in the new city right around the corner from Starbucks, near the sea) and dance with the locals.

The Blue Lagoon is shaped in the form of a quadrangle, decorated with pirate ships, and open to the stars. They have traditional live music and a pleasant mix of Greeks and visitors. Don't forget to say hello to Ianis the owner.

During high season (summer mainly), ships and planes pour tourists out daily. There are often more tourists here than inhabitants (110,000), but they make room for one and all. Rhodes is tourist-friendly. The taxi drivers adhere to a strict price scheme. The stall owners are kind, helpful and bargainers of the friendly variety.

The best travel season is from April to October. There are flights in the winter, few and far between, catering mainly to the casino crowd. We recommend the Rhodos Palace, which is on the sea, and just a 7 euro ride to town.

On the Fly

I was recently sitting in a hotel at the Dead Sea, ruminating about life, and observing an annoying fly who was about to die. So here are its last few words, as recorded by me, and which in turn I would like to dedicate to the late, great Ogden Nash who wrote the immortal poem:
"The Lord in his wisdom made the fly/And then forgot to tell us why."

On the Fly

I don't know why
I'm just a fly
I could have been a horse, of course,
A singing sow, a mellow cow,
I might have been an elephant
Or even more significant
ly
Mother Goose or fluffy Eider
Muffet's friendly little spider
A meely eel
A clapping seal
A heavy wren
Or even just a lousy louse
On the collar of a mouse;
But then again
There has to be
A reason why
A high
er
purpose
to reveal
Why I am not an ancient tortoise
Butterfly
Or any porpoise.

Someday I know
As cold winds blow
I shall grow old
So I've been told
On my last wings
While angels sing
The Cherubs sigh,
They shall draw nigh
Into my ear
The secret dear
They will
convey
The reason why
I'm just a very