summerflingFemale Welcome!
I've always been fortunate enough that my parents took me in their travels. I've seen a lot of stuff that I'm definitely not taking for granted. This blog is one of the ways I'd like to preserve those experiences. A pity that I only thought of it now. Then again, it'd be hard to recall some of the places ten years ago... Why Summer Fling?
It's been a long-running joke among me and my friends that when we'd go off to Europe (or some other 'exotic' locale), we'd find boys to have summer flings with. Alas, no such luck for me. Hence, this blog is my summer fling. Cheers!
About the Entries:
1. Dana's vocabulary is weird. I can use 'thingy' and 'acclimate' in the same sentence. I also often put in obscure slang, or not-so-obscure but non-globally friendly Filipino. If you can't understand me, don't worry. Even my friends don't :D
2. Dana has a potty mouth Ha. Take that, private school! If it helps, I mostly use foreign swear words. Unless I'm in that foreign swear word's country.
3. Dana's memory and hearing ain't all that accurate. And I'm studying to become a journalist. Great. Anyway, if someone sees something wrong about the facts here, just tell me and I'll be happy to correct it.
4. Babbling is one of Dana's favorite pastimes. I'm actually quite inane.
5. Don't mind Dana's bouts of peevishness. Quote Avenue Q: "Everyone's a little bit racist, sometimes. Doesn't mean I go around committing hate crimes..." Logically, I know it's stupid to prejudge or generalize. But hey, I'm often irrational. If it helps, I'm sorry about my episodes afterwards.:D
6. Dana is a nerd. I compulsively take notes. Sorry. Heck, the only reason my entries are long is because I want to use the copious notes. And, I wax poetic.
7. Dana will rip out the spleen of anyone who uses these pictures of her and her family without her consent and feed it to the live komodo dragons while owners of said spleens watch in agony as fire ants crawl all over their honey-smeared bodies. This is rather self explanatory.
Links:
DANA
Wikipedia--in case you want to know more about the countries...
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Saturday, April 15, 2006
Dana: Dad, can I get a strawberry daiquiri?
Dad: No.
Dana: *starts a long rant on how perfectly behaved
she was in her first year of college, no drinking, dating, smoking…*
Dad: All right. Fine.
So
I had a margarita. Mmm. Got a little dizzy afterward, though. And then, to bed.
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Soon, we were rocking in the Kasbah.
The
Old City, otherwise known as Medina or La Kasbah, was named so because ‘kasbah’
in Turkish meant ‘fortress’. I wish I
could say more about the place, but our tour guide only took us to the Main
Street of the Marketplace. Our group
went inside one of the shops and climbed up the stairs to view the city
skyline.
It
struck me how different it was from most of the countries I’ve been to; in lieu
of skyscrapers and Baroque cathedrals, there were flat-roofed white buildings, minarets,
and weathered domes that made up the landscape.
Just at that moment, while we were admiring the view, a gong
sounded. Then voices of priests called
out all over the Kasbah, marking the afternoon prayers.
Wow. At that point, the bells started ringing.
We
went back inside then, and a man (everyone except the tourists were all male,
since traditionally the women all stay at home and make handicrafts. In the more modern part of Tunis though, as
we returned to the port, I saw women walking around in Western business suits
and the current tight-fitting fashions) showed us the different types of
carpets.
We
were given an hour and a half to shop before going back to the boat. The marketplace was a more cramped version of
Sidi Bou Said, and a sinister one at that.
Or was it just my paranoia? As
I’ve mentioned earlier, the vendors and the non0tourists were all men, save for
the odd middle-aged mother running errands.
I did NOT like the way they stared at us, the aggressive pursuit of a
sale, and the fact that many of them called me ‘my lovely’.
It
frightened me that a few of them even grabbed my arm. I tried to stay as close to Dad as
possible. Even the young handsome men,
with their slicked-back hair and expressive eyes, unnerved me.
Back
on the boat, I quickly changed into my jogging pants. Risa, Mikki and I stayed in our cabin
watching Monster In Law until we
realized that it was time for dinner.
After leaving the buffet table I tried to arrange a massive game of
Heart Attack with all the lawyers’ kids, but it was in vain. After buying the shoulder carpetbag in the
ship’s store that I’ve been eyeing, I watched TheMalambo Show with Owen and Raffy.
Luis
Viana, ‘El Gaucho’, was frigging cool.
Dad
and I joined up after the show, and I coerced him to buy me a drink.
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Sidi Bou Said, the Tunisian
village, reminded me of Mikonos (an island in Greece) with its blue-and-white
coloring. Everything was in blue and white.
The white was because of the heat—it is in Tunisia, our guide Multa
said, that the hottest temperature (45 degrees Celsius) was ever recorded. Blue is painted on the roofs, doors and
windows to match the sky and the seas, which in the Mediterranean was an
endless sapphire.
Blue and White
In
the village, we were taken to a museum that depicted the marriage rituals of
Tunis. The costumes the brides wore were
elaborate, stitched works of art; the statues of men wore flowing robes and
smoked from huge pipe contraptions.
After entering the ablution and prayer room, our group was served hot
Tunisian tea.
Though
I had less than half an hour to browse around, I saw that the streets of Sidi
Bou Said were nothing short of amazing.
Along the lanes were shops filled to the brim with tourists. Hanging on the white walls were carpets and
fabrics, bright colors bleeding out into the sunlight. Artfully lying on the ground were tiles and
mosaics, representing scenes of African-Arabic life more vibrantly than the
detailed prints in postcards. Intricate
silverworks and glossy wood antiques beckoned from the glass displays.
  
The streets of Sidi Bou Said
But
alas, we had to leave the picturesque (though bustling) village, and head for
the Old Town. On the way, we saw the
Lake of Tunis, which had a channel leading to the Mediterranean Sea. It was azure, pretty.
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Tunisia was
dampened by my accursed low-rise denim pants. Wince. This
is painful. Absolutely mortified. Enough said. I'll
write more later tomorrow when we're at sea the whole
day. Margaritas and Lindt eggs. Mmm. (The following was written two days after. Ha ha ha.--Dana) So we went to Tunisia, yeah? Those stupid pants hampered the whole experience. I
could talk about how debased and humiliated I felt when I realized what
everyone was seeing, never mind that American girls regularly display
that much flesh (What? You know it's true. I'm a VERY conservative dresser, even by my society's standards). But I'd really rather not dwell on that. I snapped that Saturday morning. Mom and Dad gave me orders that I had to relay to my sisters. Of course, with them it's 'kill the messenger'. Ma told me to remind Risa to give her the charger when I returned to the room. I did, kindly, and she muttered, "Stop nagging." "Risa, I heard that," I softly told her. "Then you were probably meant to hear it," she replied, before slamming the bathroom door on me. That's ever so polite and grateful. I cooled off, they got their comeuppance, and we left for the excursion. The tour guide's name was Yusef. We saw a couple of ruins in Carthage, mostly Roman architecture. Then we went to the village of Sidi Bou Said (si-DI BOO SAYD).
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Waaah. Bad idea to read The Historian (by Elizabeth Kostova) in the middle of the
night. Like Jam, I’m having Buffy
daydreams.
Just
to clarify, I mean being Buffy. Sans of course the sluttiness and the
necrophilia.
I
woke up around 8, bummed around in my bed until I got hungry, and had breakfast
with Mom. Afterwards I walked around
looking at the carpetbags. Talked a bit
with the Baloises and Kuya Jojo.
Off
to lunch.
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Friday, April 14, 2006
Tee hee). Man, I miss training. I’m so out of shape.
I first checked in the card room, and found Mikki and Risa playing crazy
eights with the Lichauco kids. I taught
them Heart Attack. >:) I think I
created monsters.
The three of us
ate dinner afterwards on Deck 10, since the pizzeria was closed.
I then went to
the ship store, which pretty much sold crap or expensive jewelry. I went back to the cabin, and soon Risa and
Mikki entered, thoughtful enough to bring me a pear. At around 915 we went to the teatro to watch
the show “Cinemania”.
On the way, the
Scottish/English people who were with us on the Tripoli tour joined us in the
elevator. They recognized me as the girl
who took down copious notes (Yes, Camille.
Even up till now). Somehow the
conversation went around to drinking, and the nice gentleman said that he’d buy
me a beer when I turned legal.
“I
am legal!” I cried. Sisters laughed. The foreigners looked shocked. I explained that I was turning 19 in June.
“But you look so
young,” protested one matronly lady. The
man earlier said it was a good thing. As
they walked away, the woman replied, “Not at that age.”
Sigh.
The show, “Cinemania’’, was kitschy and mediocre. I wanted to claw my eyes out when they did
Star Wars. And that’s all I’m going to
say about that.
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Shores of Tripoli, continued
We assembled in the Piazza Italia at 8:30 am for the excursion. There
were much less English-speaking tourists today than there were
yesterday—partly because the Americans were banned from going down (US
has no relations with Libya *cough*dictator*cough*), and partly because
most of the Filipinos were afraid that if their passports were stamped,
they'd have problems obtaining a US visa. That turned out to be a lost cause, deciding no to go down. As long as we were in Libyan waters, our passports would be stamped. So, my family and one of Dad's friends were the only Filipinos who went on the 'Tour of Tripoli'. Our tour guide's name was Multa, Arabic for 'key'. Once again I went into dork mode, and started scribbling notes. Since we were only allowed to use one camera, I lent mine to Mikki, who was acting as our official photographer. Libya has a population of 5 million, all Muslim. Tripoli, the capital, has 1.3 million people. The dictator's Khadafi, and his picture is plastered everywhere. Ma said he once danced with Imelda Marcos. The city's alternately sunny and windy. It's pretty warm, but once you're in the shade it's really cold. The whole city smelled of fish, even inside the buildings. NERD ALERT. END NERDDOM.
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Good Friday--Shores of Tripoli
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
The second time I woke up, it was nearly 11 am. After getting dressed we ate in deck ten for a quick lunch. We had to hurry a bit, since the excursion that my parents signed us up for were leaving at 1 pm. I made the mistake of wearing those stupid low-rise jeans today, so I quickly changed to my more comfortable blue denims. We boarded the bus. Our tour guide's name was Marisa. The driver was on the right.  Our guide, Marisa (lady with the red hair) Malta is really pretty and golden. It's as if I was in Greece and Granada at the same time. For etymology geeks (cough) the reason for its name is pretty obvious. 'Malta' comes from the Roman malita,
which translates to something like 'honey'; they used it to describe
the limestone that makes up most of the infrastructure in the city. Even the dilapidated buildings are gorgeous. I've mentioned the knights, right? The
knights of St. John (or was it Jerusalem?) are also known as the
Knights Hospitallers because they built the first hospital of Europe
here in Malta. Just before we entered the city proper, our tour guide pointed out an islet with beautiful, familiar-looking ancient walls. She then mentioned that Brad Pitt stayed there for six months filming Troy. :D   Looks familiar, doesn't it? That's not the only place in Malta that was used in a Hollywood film. Much of Munich was filmed on a street we passed called Trio San Paul. Mom, and Munich Valleta, the ancient main (and now commercial) city of Malta was very unique. Its Renaissance-and-Baroque building lined up in a perfect grid system. The balconies were of Turkish design. City ordinance prohibited front steps, and the corners of corner building had to be decorated. As a result, it was a very beautiful city. Our first stop was the National Museum of Archaeology. The
building itself had a history—it was completely original, untouched
from the time that the Knights of St. John came from Provence built it
in 1575. Being the huge history geek that I am, I took EVEN MORE notes.  Museum Fat-lady sculptures were present once more. The Hajar Qim group were headless and squatting, with slots for heads that represented different gods. My mom's face when she saw 'The Venus of Malta' was very funny. ^_^
We then went on to the Grand Master's Palace, which
was now being used by the president and parliament of Malta. I was in HEAVEN in the armory. In fact, I wished one of my fencing shirts, just to complete my dorkiness. Owen and I took a picture in front of some armor.     Dana, pretty much in fangirl mode
My tour group walked past a couple of landmarks,
such as St. Paul's Shipwreck Church (because St. Paul was shipwrecked
at Malta), the remains of the opera house (during WW2 Malta was heavily
bombed) and the Office of the Prime Minister. The tour formally ended in the Barrakka Ta'Fuq, or the Barraka Upper Gardens. Really pretty; I could easily imagine being a Trojan princess amongst the verdant beauty. We walked around. My family got to sneak inside St. John's Cathedral, and it was really, really baroque. The Maltese cross was exactly what I imagined it to be; pretty. (Malta robbed me of most of my vocabulary, reducing it to really and pretty). I managed to buy pins in the store beside it, and further down in Republic street stuff for my friends. We went back to the boat, which once again headed for rough seas. While my sisters went off in search of pizza, I took a short nap with Mom. Dinner came soon after, and I retired early. Goodnight.
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Wednesday, April 12, 2006
After
some amount of ogling (and me, trying not to stare at the punks
skateboarding and rollerblading), we headed back to the port. I frantically searched for souvenir shops to buy my brother a pin, but the only shops in sight sold ceramics.
I really wanted to be a bull.
We went on board once more, and Dad went to the lawyers' group private cocktail (which Dad said later was nothing. Hardly cocktails, and not even a large amount of time). Risa coerced Mikki and me to stop lollygagging about in the cabin. We lollygagged (if there is such a word) around the boat instead. I wanted to check out the cocktails, but unlike Owen's Dad we weren't ordered to come up; naturally my sisters wanted to stay away anything requiring socializing. Eventually we grew bored and returned to our cabin. Dinner time.
And wouldn't you know it, the boat started rocking again! I had some sort of fried cheese, salad, and sugar-free lemon pie. Yum.
Dad, my sisters and I went to watch the show "Fantasia" (one of the ship's nightly entertainment offers) afterwards. However, when we went to theater it wasn't showing yet. The guy operating the Bingo machine was hot though. >:) What was cool about him was that he could speak in five languages. Envy.
After Bingo (which was a no-go for our three Bingo cards) the show began. At
first, I wasn't at all impressed—the dancers weren't all that
choreographed, and the singer, Serena, would've rated one of Simon
Cowell's weirder analogies. Then again, I had difficulty keeping my balance just walking when the waves were rough, so kudos to the dancers.
Then Sasha Scott, the contortionist appeared onstage. Wow. No way could I ever bend my body backwards like that. After her came Luis Viana, "El Gaucho". Double wow. By spinning and slamming a pair of strung balls (no green minds, folks), he set a countermelody to the music playing. That was really something. After him came Luigi, a cheesy but somehow hilarious clown that had 'issues' with the spotlight, and Julia the trapeze artist. She was AMAZING. I mean how can you do that when the ship is rocking?
The show ended. We went to bed.
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