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Sunday, 22 November 2020

An Odyssey in the Year of the Plague – 7: 1-24 August 2020


1 AUGUST


Good news, bad news... Having decided to go ahead with the odyssey, I emailed Harry Mount, editor of The Oldie, to confirm that I was going and would file copy to him soon after my return, at the beginning of October. In return he sent me this poem by the Greek writer Cavafy, which I hadn't seen before and which I of course greatly appreciated. 


In the evening, I read it to my friends Gary and Carmen who had just arrived in Granada after an epic and somewhat fraught odyssey of their own: three days and nights in a small car piled with their essential belongings plus their cat, Momo. They may not return from Spain – which is sad for me – but they have definitely done the right thing in getting out of the UK. This is the poem (and Carmen, who is extremely well versed in philosophy, already knew it)...


Ithaka


As you set out for Ithaka

hope your road is a long one,

full of adventure, full of discovery.

Laistrygonians, Cyclops,

angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:

you’ll never find things like that on your way

as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,

as long as a rare excitement

stirs your spirit and your body.

Laistrygonians, Cyclops,

wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them

unless you bring them along inside your soul,

unless your soul sets them up in front of you.


Hope your road is a long one.

May there be many summer mornings when,

with what pleasure, what joy,

you enter harbours you’re seeing for the first time;

may you stop at Phoenician trading stations

to buy fine things,

mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,

sensual perfume of every kind—

as many sensual perfumes as you can;

and may you visit many Egyptian cities

to learn and go on learning from their scholars.


Keep Ithaka always in your mind.

Arriving there is what you’re destined for.

But don’t hurry the journey at all.

Better if it lasts for years,

so you’re old by the time you reach the island,

wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way,

not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.


Ithaka gave you the marvellous journey.

Without her you wouldn't have set out.

She has nothing left to give you now.


And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.

Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,

you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.


The bad news came from Francy, whose lovely house on the island of Tinos I stayed at last summer, and was hoping to revisit (along with its four canine residents) on 1 September. She said that it wouldn't be possible for me to stay because her parents (who look after the family home) are worried about the virus. I had such a great time there last year, thanks to Francy and her parents and their four very friendly dogs, that this was sad to hear – but understandable. Before the end of the evening I had booked a substitute place to stay – a room at a seafront hotel in town. I still hope to make it to my favourite beach on Tinos, just over the road from Francy's place.


My Greek guitarist friend writes: "Greece is at the moment experiencing a relative increase in C-19 cases but still we are talking about a couple of hundreds per day, most not serious in the February-June sense. Deaths (sorry to refer to this) are still very low, one or two per day and mostly old people with other underlying health issues. If you take proper precautions and care, I do not think you are under any particular danger."


2 AUGUST


The Greek National Tourist Office seems to be all over the internet pushing the country's undoubted attractions – with links to the red tape and restrictions attached to visiting playing second fiddle to sun-drenched images of idyllic beaches. Not surprisingly, the GNTO looks desperate to get people there. Let's hope that desperation extends to letting me through Athens without too much trouble.


Meanwhile, the UK continues to teeter on the edge of covid disaster amid rumours and reports of plans for some sort of second lockdown, most likely, it's being suggested, for the old and vulnerable – ie shut them away and let's get on with trying to get the economy up and running again.


3 AUGUST


Now there's even talk of shutting away the over-50s in the event of another virus surge – someone seems to be seriously underestimating the general health, resilience and (possibly) attitude of these supposedly "old" folk. Another scenario being discussed is stopping Londoners going beyond the M25. This madness has not only been exacerbated by the hopelessness of the political response in the UK, but also by the selfishness and ignorance of much of the population – largely those under 50, but also a fair proportion of those over 50, who should know better. 


4 AUGUST


At least we're not in the US... That has become a kind of reassuring mantra, though god help those people who are stuck there, with a regime that seems incapable of getting a grip and doing something on behalf of its people rather than itself. A friend in Las Vegas writes of having to lose some of her paid leave to keep her work but her equivalent of my mantra is "at least I haven't lost my job like so many others have"... but she adds: "Do not get me started on that sorry excuse for a president..." That "sorry excuse" has now turned not only on the highly respected and popular Dr Anthony Fauci, but also on Dr Deborah Birx, the adviser who has previously appeared to perform diplomatic contortions to stay onside with the president while still attempting to be honest. The US is imploding and it looks some kind of hell will be let loose come the elections there this autumn.


5 AUGUST


A brilliant TV interview with Trump by Jonathan Swan, in which the Axios journalist fearlessly threw the president's fake news back at him should have finished off the incumbent's chances of another term – if enough swing voters saw it. The Biden campaign certainly saw their moment and seized on Trump's "It is what it is" verdict on 1,000 covid deaths a day in the US to juxtapose that comment against images of tragedy and create a chilling campaign ad.


Beirut has been devastated by an horrific and enormous accidental explosion. Trump – alone – rushed to announce that the city had been bombed. He seems incapable of getting anything right. Biden may have faults aplenty – but he may be America's only hope now.


6 AUGUST


Played drums for three hours today in Drumshack's practice room, wearing a mask – partly to stay safe and partly to see what it was like. The verdict: bloody hot – which is more than could be said for my drumming. I was having a first run through some (for me) difficult pieces to play at another three-day jazz course in Northamptonshire just before the odyssey. Being so warm seemed to make it impossible for my brain to grasp things – at least that's my excuse. I have a lot of work to do – on several fronts – before I am in a position to set off for Greece and Italy. And tomorrow looks like being extremely hot – around 35C – which is not conducive to concentration. Nice, though!


7 AUGUST


Tooting Bec Lido – closed since March – is to reopen next week. But you have to book online, you have to swim in designated lanes, and you won't be allowed to hang around. It doesn't sound like an appealing experience. But I renewed my membership for the umpteenth year just before the lockdown, so I'm kind of owed six months of swimming. The only problem is that when I try to log on to make online bookings, the system refuses to recognise that I'm a member. Maybe I'll wait until I get to Andros...


8 AUGUST


Ah... I'm now told that the online booking system for the Lido isn't open until 10 August. It's almost too hot to work today – even when wearing nothing (indoors, that is). It was almost too hot to sit in the sun yesterday, although I managed it for a short while. We seem to have Greece's weather. My Greek guitarist friend, with whom I was playing in an excellent jazz septet before lockdown, has spent most of the plague months in Athens. He is now at Myrtos in southern Crete but heading back to Athens around 24 August – the day before I am due to arrive there. We've agreed to try to meet. It would be amazing if we could. 


Meanwhile, British Airways, the airline I'm depending on to get to Athens on 25 August, is announcing several thousand job losses and big cuts. Do I need to start thinking about the train again?


There are other little hitches on the horizon. There are now no ferries from Formia to Ponza (Circe's island) at the time I'm due there. That means going instead from Terracina – but even then there is no boat on the day that I need it. If the odyssey is to go ahead, I need to do some rescheduling and rebooking.


In optimistic mood, I ordered maps of Andros and Ithaca from Stanfords yesterday and they arrived first thing today – is this a good sign?


9 AUGUST


I've finished The Lord of the Rings. A few pages each night have been my bedtime reading since the lockdown began. An epic journey with all sorts of twists, turns and revelations – just like the lockdown and maybe the odyssey. Finally getting to the Grey Havens with Frodo was somehow anticlimactic. As that Ithaka poem says beautifully, it's the journey not the destination. And finishing Tolkien's masterwork seemed to leave a big hole. After that and daytime reading that has included House of Leaves and Ulysses and The Border Trilogy, what other big books are there to read? Proust? Somehow I don't fancy that. I was thinking if only Tolkien had written another book like TLOTR, another journey that could be enjoyed a few pages a night before sleep... And then I realised that I had ordered a copy of The Hobbit early on in the lockdown, for just such an eventuality, and there it was sitting on my table. The fact that I could have forgotten The Hobbit and forgotten that I had ordered a copy of it speaks volumes about the lockdown's effect on the brain...


10 AUGUST


Last-minute tweaks to the odyssey continue... I've just switched my accommodation in Andros from something pricy (it must have been the only choice when I rebooked it before) to something cheaper but probably just as good. Partly to save money, and partly to not lose quite so much money if I get stuck in Athens.


I told a veteran journalist friend that I was now dependent on British Airways, Boris Johnson and the Greek government. "I am sure you can rely on all three," he said. "But to do what, I don't know. I'm going to Nice in September – only relying on BA." And he added: "Boris can fuck himself. After he has finished fucking the country, of course." 


Journalists, perhaps not surprisingly, do seem to be good at summing things up. Italy's Beppe Severgnini has been drawing the contrast between his country's success with America's failure. "The United States was born out of a rebellion, and you can still feel it," he said. "But to rebel, sometimes, is absurd – during a pandemic, for instance... Fear can be a form of wisdom. Boldness, a show of carelessness." And one more thing: "Ah, and we don't have Donald Trump, which helps."


11 AUGUST


I've provisionally booked hotels in Milan and Paris for my last stopovers on the return leg of the odyssey. But if the Greek half of the trip goes west, I'm thinking of doubling back from Italy to visit Ithaca – it wouldn't be an odyssey without that.


Why might Greece be a problem? Apart from the possibility of being quarantined in Athens, the country has just recorded its highest number of infections since the the start of the plague. Curfews and crackdowns are being talked about. The culprits are probably tourists (probably British ones) and young people partying in bars and on beaches without any thought for the consequences.


Oh, and infections are also rising again in Italy...


12 AUGUST


The use of violence and corruption to prop up the now clearly unelected regime in Belarus is beyond a disgrace. But no doubt it gets a pass from the way China and Russia (and now even the US) governments behave. 


Joe Biden has named Kamala Harris as his running mate, and my dear friend in Oregon says: "Well, the terrible, terrible farce of this oligarchy's pretence of being democratic is still painful to have to face. The electorate are totally ignored. They don't even manufacture consent. They merely delete objection." 


My response: "We could all be on the road to Belarus... Human violence's hold on the world (of people) grows stronger... The world itself will end this experiment that has gone so wrong..."


13 AUGUST


The Greek National Tourist Organisation's ad campaign appears to be gathering force – everywhere you turn on the internet, there's either an ad for Greece, or a piece of editorial that looks very much like sponsored advertorial. 


Thunderstorms arrived in the UK yesterday and there was heavy rain here in London this morning. The ground is parched, the grass has lost all colour and burnt fallen leaves crackle underfoot. The rain is welcome, but it remains indecently hot and humid.


I have a commission to do a magazine piece on games the family can play at Christmas – strange, and perhaps not so strange, to be thinking now of winter and the end of the year and families perhaps stuck in a second lockdown. The copy is needed by 1 September – magazines like to work ahead.


14 AUGUST


The games piece is going well – thanks to some help from my son who is an expert and published academic on what games are all about. In fact, it's almost whetting my appetite for Christmas... One of the things that made the lockdown bearable was a weekly family quiz online. It was almost like the real thing, complete with fallings out over whether certain answers were correct or incorrect. Another thing has been weekly link-ups with my dear friends (and fellow walkers on the Camino de Santiago de Compostela last year) Gary and Carmen. It's been a regular Friday night treat. And as today is Friday, and even though Gary and Carmen have successfully moved to Spain, we'll be meeting again...


15 AUGUST


Today is Ferragosto – the big holiday day in Italy which heralds, for many, the start of their big two-week break. Many Italians – like many people in the UK – are staycationing and exploring their own country rather than those of others.


Brits who took a chance on a holiday in France have been Dunkirking their way back home after another swift (kneejerk?) decision by the UK government to impose a 14-day quarantine on those coming into the country from France.


At what point will the people who voted into power Boris Johnson, Gavin Williamson, Michael Gove, Priti Patel, Matt Hancock and, in effect, Dominic Cummings, realise that these people aren't up to the job – and that they made a grave mistake?


16 AUGUST


Just when things were looking possibly straightforward in relation to getting into Greece, provided I don't find myself on a plane with someone who tests positive for the plague, there is a further complication: getting from Greece into Italy. As things stand, Italy wants people coming from Greece to be carrying evidence of a negative coronavirus test done within 48 hours of arrival. Otherwise they will have to be tested in Italy; but there look like major hold-ups while tests are done in Italy – and I have just two hours to get from the port in Brindisi to the railway station. On top of that, in the 48 hours before that I will be in Ithaca and then, briefly, Patras. There's a good medical centre and a recommended pharmacy, run by Kostas (of course) in Vathi, near where I'll be staying, but will they be able to process a test that gives me the all-clear? 


Odysseus would either have made a fake certificate or a raft... or chopped off the legs of anyone who tried to stop him. I may need to start figuring out my own cunning plan...


17 AUGUST


It may not be much of a plan but I've written a letter – in Greek and English – to the Ithaki Medical Centre explaining the situation, in the hope that they will email me to let me know if it will be possible to get a test done on 8 September. Who knows? It may be easier to get an appointment with a Greek doctor than with one in the UK.


A neighbour is off to Kefalonia this week, so I've asked her to feed back to me any information she can about what it's like getting through the airport etc...


18 AUGUST


Ah... it looks like my neighbour and I will be arriving in Greece on the same day in different airports, so we'll both be just keeping our fingers crossed that we get through OK... British Airways still hasn't cancelled my flight and there's now only a week to go... So Athens is starting to look like a real possibility. 


19 AUGUST


Didn't sleep well... Seem to have been plagued in half-awake-half-dream state with variations to the odyssey: such as missing out Ithaca (to concentrate on getting covid test done in Patras) and coming back to it at the end of the trip; or missing out Scylla and Charybdis (in order to budget for quarantine/delay/testing at Brindisi) and returning to them later. The former would mean flying back from Athens; the latter, flying back from Sicily.


20 AUGUST


Emails keep flooding in full of reminders and confirmations and warnings. The main thrust is: make sure you have filled in the forms you will need to ensure you are allowed to travel and that you have a chance of getting through at the other end. I seem to have done everything I'm supposed to – the big holes being arranging a covid test in Greece prior to going to Italy (the Italians seem to have introduced this requirement in retaliation for the Greeks introducing similar, sensible restrictions), and possibly arranging a covid test in Italy before doubling back to Greece. Oh, and there is still no bus/ferry timetable for Patras-Ithaka, even though it was said that it would be published in mid-August. Almost everything now hinges on Ithaca, which seems right considering this is an odyssey.


21 AUGUST


I emailed the apartments in Ithaca to get their advice on whether they thought a covid test would be available at the medical centre on the island. They emailed back to say no it won't be... and suggested I just cancel going to stay there! I wrote back to say there was no way I was going to cancel... I'll find a way. Nothing is certain now, they said, gloomily.


22 AUGUST


I'm going to be positive. I will fly to Athens on 25 August... after that who knows? And if the Cassandra of Ithaca is right, who knows whether I'll even be on a plane to Athens that day? Nothing is certain. I think it's time to start looking at some possible major tweaks to the odyssey...


23 AUGUST


Syros – an island most people seem unaware of – hit the headlines because that's where the case of a famous British footballer, whom I'd never heard of, will be tried; he allegedly was involved in mayhem on neighbouring Mykonos, which most people do know. New pandemic restrictions have been introduced on Mykonos. Let's hope the virus and the international press don't descend on Syros – where, with luck, I should arrive on 2 September.


24 AUGUST


Today is a busy day. Got back fairly exhausted from a three-day jazz course in Northamptonshire last night, and now I have 24 hours to get everything ready to set off tomorrow. It's difficult to believe that the odyssey might actually happen... My (small) suitcase has been packed for a week or so... but there is a long list of things to do before heading for Heathrow tomorrow. One thing that occurred to me at the last minute was that it would be useful to have a kind of laissez passer letter from Harry Mount at The Oldie confirming that I am a bona fide journalist commissioned to follow in the wake of Odysseus. The only problem was that I'd left this a bit late. The wily Odysseus would of course simply have forged such a letter... so that's what I did...writing it in English, Italian and Greek... and printing it on paper with an authentic Oldie letterhead... with Harry's name on the bottom... I'm sure he won't mind... Well, until he reads this, he won't know...


To whom it may concern:


This letter is to confirm that Nigel Summerley is a journalist working for The Oldie magazine and has been commissioned to write an article about travelling through Greece and Italy in the footsteps of Odysseus (via Ithaca, Sicily, Salerno, Lucrino, Formia, Ponza and Rome). Please give him any assistance he may need.


Questa lettera conferma che Nigel Summerley e un giornalista chi lavora per la rivista inglese The Oldie e il e commisionato di scrivere un articolo per questa rivista dal viaggio per la Grecia e l'Italia – facendo lo stesso di Odysseus (via Ithaki, Sicilia, Salerno, Lucrino, Formia, Ponza e Roma). Per favore, lui da l'assistenza se ha besogno. Grazie mille.


Αυτα γραμμα επιβεβαιώνει μου Nigel Summerley ειναι ο δημοσιογράφος που δουλεύει για ο περιοδικό αγγλικός Δε Ολδι και γραφει ο απθρο για το περιοδικό για ταξίδι ομοιοσ με Οδυσσεος (μέσω Ιθακι, Σιξιλι, Σαλερνο, Λουκρινο, Φορμια, Πονζα και Ρομα). Παρακαλώ, μπορέτε να σας βοηθησετε; Ευχαριστώ.







Friday, 20 November 2020

An Odyssey in the Year of the Plague –6: July 2020

 



1 JULY 


When I saw that Greece's prime minister was warning his people to brace themselves for a difficult time ahead, I thought he must be referring to the possible arrival of hordes of potentially infected tourists. But no... he was flagging up the likelihood of the country being at least 50 per cent down on takings from holidaymakers this summer. 


It seems that everywhere we are being faced with life-or-death decisions: ie getting back to having a life versus the likelihood of causing death to the most vulnerable.


On the odd occasion that I look at comments on the news on social media, I am usually so appalled by the aggression, intolerance and racism that I vow never to look again. But today I actually saw comment after comment that I had to agree with... they were underneath a story on Brits complaining because they had booked to go to Greece believing that it would be open to them today, only to find that it isn't.


Some sample comments:


"I live in Corfu, we have 00000000 active cases here, please stay away from our island!"


"With the world in turmoil with the virus, who in their sane mind would book an overseas holiday? Insurance will not cover for the pandemic, chances of your flights being cancelled and being stranded overseas expecting the taxpayer to rescue you! Seriously get a grip. A year without a holiday won’t harm you."


"More money than sense then. Really, why would you book a holiday without knowing for sure as to the situation? Why would you think it's a sensible or safe option, especially with regard to the previous issue of getting refunds. Take a holiday in the UK."


"Just think how much pollution it's saved the world from."


"Boo hoo."


"It's sad that Greece does not want Brits visiting just yet, but who can blame them?"


"Shame... some of us can't even leave the house yet."


"Pretty stupid to book something before you know if you can go or not. No sympathy."


"Only morons book holidays abroad in this climate."


Brilliant stuff, guys... as Bogbrush always says in Private Eye's From The Bulletin Boards feature. 


Mind you, today was the day I was going to make a decision about finalising – or not – plans for my odyssey. Do I take a chance, go ahead and risk losing money? Or do I play safe? Watch this space...


2 JULY


Italy is grappling with its "new normal" while not quite knowing what that is, says my friend Z there, south of Rome, whom I hope to see at the end of my odyssey in September. The lockdown has ended there, but no one really knows what comes next. "Another new not normal," she says, "is the UK seeming in such a mess, whereas Italy in many ways a lot less so." Absolutely. I've been reading the rules and regulations that are likely to govern getting into Greece, and I'm increasingly beginning to see that my idealistic train journeys across France and Italy (followed by a boat to Greece) are not likely to give me enough time to deal with possible testing/quarantine delay. Flying a day earlier than I've got booked as a backup at the moment looks like it might give me a chance. But then sharing a plane with a load of Brits could be much more of a risk than the trains and boat. I have to take some definite steps this week – not knowing (just like everyone everywhere) how things will actually pan out.


3 JULY


I want to change my backup BA flight but BA is impossible to get through to on the phone. It's not just that it takes a long time to get a call answered – the answer comes quite quickly that no one is going to answer your call so we're hanging up on you. Not helpful.


Meanwhile, I've booked a return train ticket from London to Paris with Eurostar. If I do make it to Greece and Italy, and whether I go by plane or train, I've got a ticket to get me from Paris back to London on 30 September. 


At the moment, going into France means a 14-day quarantine – which would make going by train impossible – but things may change in the next couple of weeks. On the plus side, Italy currently has no quarantine for those arriving from France, Greece or even the UK. I need to fill in the gaps in the odyssey itinerary and then get ready to go – or to cancel.


4 JULY


Italy is renowned for its bureaucracy and things having to be done in a certain way. I think I recounted many weeks ago the insurmountable difficulties I had in trying to book a bus from Brindisi to Villa San Giovanni – despite additional help from my friend in Italy. In the end I gave up and booked a train journey that involved a daunting three changes. That of course went the way of all travel during the lockdown and I ended up (after more bureaucracy) with a travel voucher from Trenitalia (a name I have stored away in case I ever need a rhyme for genitalia). Somewhat daringly, I thought I would rebook these four train journeys using my voucher. Italian travel websites are almost unbelievable. After three goes (which all came to nothing because I got told I was out of time), I finally prepared to whizz through all the bookings, each time having to give my name... and then my name... and my email... and then my email again, twice more. I had been trying to say that I had a travel voucher in the "voucher" section but it didn't allow that. It was only on this final attempt that I tried the "bonus" section instead – which did accept the voucher. But it accepted it immediately, paid for the first journey and said thank you, goodbye. Could I still use the remaining money on the voucher? It seemed I could, as I went on to fill in the details of the other three stages of the trip – each time providing name etc in duplicate and email in triplicate. In the end, I made it through, got the whole thing booked and still had €0.01 left. Phew! Another gap filled.


5 JULY


The gaps that remain in the odyssey plan include Paris to Milan, Milan to Bari, and Bari to Patras – that's if I go to Athens by land and sea rather than plane. The nauseating father of the UK's nauseating prime minister came up with his own rule-bending or rule-breaking solution to the problem of flying into Greece this week – by taking a plane to Bulgaria and getting a flight from there. Can these people be called hypocrites? Probably not – since they don't pretend to be anything other than the one-rule-for-us-and-another-for-the lower-orders creatures that they are.


6 JULY


Another gap in the plan is actually getting to Ithaca from the Greek mainland. And an odyssey does really have to take in Ithaca, home of the bloke who started it all by heading off to Troy for 10 years and then taking another 10 years (allegedly)  to get back to the island he ruled. Up until recently there used to be regular ferries from Patras to Ithaca – but no more, apparently. The way now is supposed to be to get a bus from Patras south to the port of Kyllini, take a ferry to Kefalonia and then bus/ferry to Ithaca – which takes three-and-a-half hours. And you're supposed to be able to book tickets online – but you can't. The timetable – which is sketchy, to say the least – seems to have more gaps than times, and certainly nothing for the days in September when I hope to make the crossing. I've emailed the bus company – in my best Greek – and await an answer.


7 JULY


There are similar problems with another gap. There are supposed to be regular ferries from the west coast of Italy to the island of Ponza, but I'm now told that they can't be booked in advance (although pre-virus, they could). My friend who lives nearby assures me that they should normally be bookable, but now who knows? She thinks there will be tickets on the day, so not to worry. Ponza's other names include Circe's Island (hence my need to go there) and, in Roman times, Pontia – when it was a handy place for exiling unwanted potential troublemakers, such as Agrippina, sister of Caligula (and mother of Nero). She finally managed to get back to the mainland, so hopefully I will too.


8 JULY


Everywhere there seem to be second waves, rebounds, clusters, whatevers... lots of different ways to say that it hasn't gone away yet. There is also increasing coverage of the suggestion that the virus is far more airborne than we have been led to believe by governments, and emerging evidence that suggests the virus didn't "come from China" but was pretty much everywhere from the beginning (if there was a beginning – since this virus, like many others, may well have been with us for a very long time).


Northern Italy's latest resurgence of infections has prompted the country's health minister to propose sectioning people if they refuse hospital treatment (because the man thought to be the source of this latest spread had at first refused to go to hospital). But one can certainly understand reluctance to go to a hospital in northern Italy – or in the UK...


9 JULY


Well, I heard back from Greece about getting to Ithaca. They say that at the moment you can book it and do it, but in the long-term they can't give any definite timetables because of... yes, the virus. So basically I have to wait until mid-August to know whether there will be a service in September and whether I can book it.


10 JULY


A domestic crisis – not mine but elsewhere in the family – has made me have serious second thoughts about whether to go on the odyssey at all. Being away for five or six weeks may not be a great idea – and there may be good reasons for staying around. It's a shock and I'll have to take it on board.


11 JULY


This afternoon/evening I drove to Bristol – not a particularly enjoyable experience since the M4 is no longer a proper motorway – reduced by roadworks to 50mph, single-lane stretches and a diversion almost into Reading and back again. It took over four hours.


12 JULY


I'm staying with an old journalist friend in Clifton and sitting in his sunny garden above the start of the Avon Gorge. This is a staging post on the way to Carmarthen and Pembrokeshire – and a lovely one, full of old memories and stimulated by lots of old journalistic stories. This is the first time that I've been out of London since the start of this journal, and for that I am truly grateful. Lockdown has made something like this feel like a holiday and a special gift.


13 JULY


After the almost sultry sunshine of Bristol, I found myself in the cold, wet streets of rain-soaked Carmarthen. Part of my quest was to locate the remains of Merlin's Oak (to finish a series of articles on Merlin) – which used to stand in the town – latterly housed in Carmarthen's County Museum. But the museum is closed. A visit to the library led to a series of phone calls that ended with someone there promising to contact someone at the museum to get them to contact me. I'm still waiting to hear something... I'm luck to be staying in a beautiful Airbnb and even luckier to find that my host has a good friend who turns out to be a singer/songwriter whom I had been meaning to interview for some time. So an email has been sent, and I'm waiting to hear back from her as well...


14 JULY


The museum put me in touch with the council, and the council called me to say I could go to see the piece of Merlin's Oak in the Civic Hall. It's not open to the public yet, so they are being really helpful. The singer Jodie Marie got in touch too and I'm interviewing her the day after tomorrow.


I visited some favourite places: the beach at Wiseman's Bridge (where I had my first footfall in Pembrokeshire a few years ago); an excellent café in the centre of Tenby; and a visit to slightly artsy-fartsy Narberth to do an interview with the talented Nick Swannell at his recording studio there.


15 JULY


I called in at the Lammas Eco Village to say hello to Cassandra Lishman, whom I'd interviewed from London back in the lockdown. 


I also swam in the sea at Goodwick today with my good friend Kitty. The water wasn't as cold as I'd anticipated – but then, it is mid-July. Afterwards Kitty provided not only supper and good conversation but also a hot tub on her terrace overlooking the harbour. 


16 JULY


Greece has now opened up to flights from the UK, apparently. But there are likely to be tests for the virus with the possibility of quarantine. Plus a form has to be filled in just prior to arrival, giving details of where you have been and where you are going. All this probably hangs by a thread, since Spain appears to be already having second thoughts about British tourists, following loutish and selfish behaviour by some of the first wave of holidaymakers from the UK.


This morning found me in the sunshine on the summit of Merlin's Hill, just outside Carmarthen, with its thought-stopping views; and this afternoon found me in Clarbeston (really in the beautiful middle of nowhere) to interview highly talented local singer Jodie Marie. It is the journalist's blessing to spend days like these – encountering diverse people and being welcomed into at least a part of their lives, and learning more about what these individuals do – and how success and creativity rarely comes without a good deal of anxiety, inspiration and hard work.


17 JULY


Well, my Merlin quest finally ended... in front of a piece of wood which is pretty much all that remains of the famed Merlin's Oak. It is preserved in Carmarthen Town Council offices and is currently not viewable by the public because of the virus shutdown. Thanks to the kindness and courtesy of the town's library staff and the council's clerk, it was arranged that I could see it. I just had to turn up at the council's Civic Hall and phone for Eleri, who would let me in. She told me I would recognise her by her yellow dress. As I waited outside the neoclassical facade of the grand building in the central square, I saw a woman in a yellow dress approaching. "Eleri?" I asked. "No," she said, justifiably suspiciously. "I'm sorry, I'm waiting for a woman in a yellow dress," I said – at which she looked even more suspicious. It turned out that not only was she the wrong woman, but I was in the wrong square outside the wrong building. But the right square, right building and right woman were all just a couple of minutes away and all ended well. It was a bizarrely perfect end to my little Welsh adventure.


18 JULY


Back in London. The Greeks are letting in flights from the UK but will be – sensibly – carrying out mass testing for coronavirus. If things go well, Greece will remain open to Brits. If not, it won't. The country desperately needs the UK's money – but not its plague-carrying citizens.


19 JULY


Today I did something that I haven't done since the start of this journal... I played a drum kit. Thanks to the reopening of Brighton Electric studios. I was originally going to be there with the guitarist and bassist from my last regularly gigging band – but neither could make it for personal reasons. It was going to be the most expensive solo rehearsal I'd ever done, but Brighton Electric was sympathetic and cut the cost in half. So I had the luxury of its largest room – just to play drums and to get ready for two solid days of jazz coming up next weekend.


20 JULY


Life seems to be returning to a much busier "normality"... with face-to-face meetings, lots of work to do, appointments to keep... but, then, it's not actually normal at all. The shadow of something that we don't really know still hangs over everything and leads to feelings of emptiness, frustration and end times...


21 JULY


More drumming today... this time at the excellent Drumshack in Battersea. The staff are all masked and ultra-clean-looking... and the practice room has never looked so spotless and tidy. After four hours of much-needed practice, I feel that I have a reasonable chance of coping with playing on a jazz course in Northamptonshire this weekend.


22 JULY


I just had a refund from RailEurope for the train trip I was due to take from Milan to Bari back in May. It's taken a while, but it's been handled really well. It's strange that it should arrive now when I'm having to make up my mind whether to re-book that bit of the odyssey (one of the last remaining gaps) or whether to start dismantling the whole thing once more. I have real worries about those close to me who are vulnerable (I'm not going into the details here) whom I would be leaving behind. A dream of a death last night didn't help. My accommodation in Ithaca has to be cancelled this week if I'm not going – so maybe that will focus my mind.


Meanwhile, Trump has recommended people in the US to start wearing masks. Well, it's only taken him six months – an even bigger shambles than the one we have here.


23 JULY


If I go (I still haven't been able to bring myself to make a decision), I'm thinking of settling for flying to Athens and staking everything on getting through any testing or quarantining and getting to Rafina and a boat to the islands.


24 JULY


Now a friend tells me the story of someone they know who flew to Spain recently and appears to have caught coronavirus on the flight. They have now returned to the UK – and self-isolation. 


25 JULY


Today I set up my drum kit for the first time in four months or so – and played with real live musicians. The opportunity was afforded me by a jazz course in my old home county of Northamptonshire. Well, I seem to have got through the first day OK – with even my brushes playing (not my strongest point) drawing some kind remarks. The saddest note was conveyed towards the end of the session – by a guitarist passing on the news that Peter Green has died. Green was a guitar genius – albeit a "troubled" one – and I, like many of my generation, loved him.


26 JULY


The situation in Spain – where two of my best friends are headed this week – appears to be deteriorating... so much so that the UK has announced that people coming back from there will have to go into quarantine for 14 days when they come back. As usual with the Brits, the ones who have just nipped over to Spain for a quick holiday are now complaining about the short notice they have had of this latest development (perhaps not appreciating that it is probably an influx of foreign tourists that has exacerbated the Spanish situation). Being forced to self-isolate on my return from an odyssey is the least of my concerns – I would just be delighted to get on the road to Ithaca and beyond.


I took an early-morning walk in a beautiful sunlit park situated between where I am staying and the jazz school where I am playing today for a second day.


27 JULY


The second day of jazz was harder work than the first – but still a great treat. Such a luxury to be able to be with other musicians (and really nice people) and to make music.


A bit of a damper from Athens: the hotel I had booked for two nights at the beginning of the odyssey emailed to say it was going to be closed during August because of the virus. This perhaps shouldn't have come as a surprise, but it did. Athens is fairly free of the plague, I thought. But then, if hardly anyone is going there because of ongoing virus fears, it probably doesn't make sense for hotels to open.


So that booking has to be cancelled. And do I make another one – if such a thing is possible? Or do I take this as one more sign that it's time to give up?


28 JULY 


I booked another cheap hotel in Athens – just a single room with shared bathroom. Now I'm thinking I should book a better room – because of hygiene concerns – the plague is getting to me. The uproar and confusion over the UK government's decision to say everyone coming in from Spain will have to be quarantined for 14 days are adding to the general level of apprehension about travelling in Europe. The government already seems to be backtracking to 10 days instead of 14, but that isn't likely to do much to encourage holidaymakers to go to Spain. Fear and chaos are waiting in the wings – and ready to take the stage.


29 JULY


Italy seems to be teetering on the line between being OK and tipping over into a new wave of the plague. All hangs on whether people behave sensibly or not. I booked a better room at that cheap hotel in Athens. I think I have to attempt the odyssey – otherwise what good am I as an old-style (and yes, ageing) travel writer. London has returned to Mediterranean sunshine but it's still London, still the UK, and still a place I'd like to get away from.


30 JULY


One of those irritating unsolicited emails based on surveillance of your inbox turned out (for the first time) to be of some use... The Greek government's Protocol for Arrivals in Greece - travel.gov.gr proved to be full of useful, clearly written (if somewhat complicated) advice on what you have to do at the moment to get into the country. It's simultaneously welcoming and slightly offputting – in that you have to have a coronavirus test no more than 72 hours before you arrive, fill in a detailed form and be prepared for random testing and potential quarantine. Otherwise, enjoy your trip! There is much to do and prepare between now and 24 August if the odyssey is to at least be launched.


31 JULY


I have written to my friend Z who lives in Latina, just south of Rome, to confirm that I'll be heading her way – if the gods allow. I am due to arrive there on 23 September. Apart from the concerns about getting beyond Athens, there is also more than a slight worry about getting into Italy from Greece... especially as if I get the boat from Patras to Brindisi, I will only have two hours to get from the port to the railway station. Oh well, if I make it that far, it will be an achievement of sorts. Somehow I need to invoke the spirit of "the wily Odysseus" and get through whatever obstacles present themselves. Meanwhile I need to check that I'm still going to be welcome on the islands of Andros, Tinos and Syros – which I plan to visit before setting out for Ithaca.