Life in Ioannina

Travelling man

I am not the most confident of travellers.  Some may be surprised by this, for I have travelled a lot – in recent years even more so.  A large part

Home

Home in Ioannina – at least for the time being – is at the Second tree volunteers’ house (though it’s a flat, not a house.)  It is on the fourth

A room with a view

It was never intended that I would stay long in the volunteers’ house; apart from anything else, someone else is booked into my bed on Friday.  But it did what

Coron-alone

So here I am, self-isolating in my little apartment.  No, no, I’m not sick, and don’t have it, so far as I know  (though every time one has a tickly

Walking and talking

Having seen very little of Ioannina, on Sunday I decided to go for a walk, trying to avoid going stir crazy, and reckoning on being able to keep a metre

Homeward Bound

During one of yesterday’s meetings, I made the rash offer of a Drama workshop for the other volunteers on the team, an idea leapt upon with enthusiasm, and a venue

Mad world

I might have mentioned before that I am a nervous traveller at the best of times, and these are far from that (though not – yet – the worst.)  The

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