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Tuesday, 17 July 2018

Random Fun Sleeps: JUMBO Stay, Arlanda Airport, Stockholm, Sweden



Random Tyke Ranking: 10/10
Clean: 10
Convenient: 10
Comfortable: 9
Check-in/out; booking: 8
Fun Factor: 10



The Swedes, my friend remarked, recycle 

everything, even their Jumbo Jets.
I spend much of my life on planes, and it’s decades since I stayed at a hostel, so my emergency exit drill was at the ready, but I didn’t need it. Even seasoned travelers experience a frisson of excitement disembarking the shuttle and looking up at the enormous awaiting Jumbo, especially when it’s dark (Sweden,  winter) and floodlit from below.
Engine rooms
The young receptionist told us the free airport shuttle ran “two times each year”, a worrying but ultimately linguistic error. We arrived at 1:15 am outside the terminal building to a mile-long taxi queue, and a suspiciously short bus queue, but Alpha Bus 3 loomed up in the almost-dark just 5 minutes after we did, and after a few stops and under 10 minutes, we were deposited in the shadow of this gentle giant.

On entry you’re greeted with signs to prepare for takeoff – as in, your shoes – none are allowed inside. It’s not overdone, but character is milked to the nth degree, and every inch is utilized, including the engines and  the wheelhouse, which have become cute, self contained tubular sleeping spaces (but an outside trek from the shower rooms, and possibly worth a miss if you're claustrophobic).


We had a standard room for 2 in the main cabin – a double bed below, a single above, super clean and super comfortable – a thick mattress topped with a mattress topper, and beds are not physically connected so there’s no bunk shaking every time 1 person moves. Small, but no smaller than your average ferry cabin and much more comfy.
These rooms retain original aircraft fittings (as does the whole plane) : overhead luggage storage, 2 porthole  windows (with curtains) and various signage. We were there in a heat wave, and it was cool as well as quiet – in spite of bathrooms being at 1 end of the corridor, exit door at the other, and, presumably, people getting up at all hours to catch flights. We did not hear them. The exception would be in a dorm space, because people are bound to come and go at odd times. Bathrooms are shared, super clean, and showers are hot and powerful.
Staff encourage you to explore the plane – you can walk and sit on the wing and see other spaces when unoccupied, such as the conference room, and the cockpit suite upstairs, a small, twin bedded space with its own bathroom, and enough levers and buttons that, were this a movie, the occupants could surely figure out takeoff.



Breakfast helpers dress like pilots; the airspace is a little cramped at peak times, but the food is good and unlimited. Other times you can buy snacks and drinks, including alcohol, from reception.
Insider tips: 

  • The plane is 5 minutes walk across the street from the car rental center
  • Standard rooms have 2 power outlets
  • WiFi is free and effective

Fun sleeps should ensure good sleep as well as fun, and Jumbostays excels at both.
Getting there: Free and frequent shuttles from Arnanda airport terminals. Easy access to the E4 motorway, and across the street from the airport car rental center.
Price Range: 550 - 1895 SEK (shared dorm room to suite).


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Wednesday, 11 July 2018

Random Fun Sleeps: BLOC Gatwick Airport, England


Characteristic purple neon window lights!
Random Tyke Rank: 10/10
Clean: 10
Convenient: 10
Comfortable: 10
Check-in/out; booking: 10
Fun Factor: 10

BLOC guests can control the room without getting out of bed, just as well, since the bed takes up most of the space. Then again, beds are huge and comfy, so there’s not much reason to get up.
Cubic decor
BLOC lives up to its super-cool pitch per the surfer dudes on their ads. It’s just an elevator ride to your room, on the England side of check-in, at Gatwick’s South Terminal. Signage inside is iffy and one risks wandering the corridors beyond bedtime in search of that elusive right turn, but once you’re installed, the cabin-like, cubic rooms are quiet, stylish, and super-modern, if a little short on space.

The en suite bathrooms feature “zen showers” which pour with rain or massage your back at the flip of the tap; it sprays all over the bathroom, but you're not mopping up, so who cares? 
Corner room
BLOC offers different bed configurations for singles, couples, and families. Lowest priced pods are windowless; corner suites have space and panoramic runway views, and the best way to get a great room is via their creative upgrade scheme – sign up for their pre-arrival email upgrade gamble, and if the room’s available at check in you get a deluxe space for far less than regular price.
I wouldn’t stay anywhere else at Gatwick – why wait for shuttle buses – and with the fast train direct into Victoria, if you do make it out of bed, it’s worth considering as decent London accommodation for a couple of days, not just as an airport stopover.

Insider tips:
  • Customer Service is superb, check-in speedy, and BLOC made good on their promise to match a lower price I found online with a booking service.
  • You can book rooms for days or nights, but not by the hour.
  • Victoria Station and Gatwick have left luggage.
Fun sleeps should ensure good sleep as well as fun, and BLOC Gatwick Airport does that with style.

Getting there: BLOC Gatwick is at check in at South Terminal, Gatwick Airport. It’s accessible by the Gatwick Express from Victoria Station, or the Heathrow-Gatwick transfer bus and other buses from central London. Note that there is no tube to Gatwick airport.
Price Range: Around 100 British pounds per night or day.


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Sunday, 8 July 2018

Live Matches, Missing Trophies, and Messi’s Boots: FIFA’s World Football Museum in World Cup Mood

A decent hologram
Something's missing from the FIFA World Football Museum in Zurich, Switzerland, during World Cup month – the World Cup. Still, there’s an immediacy of excitement to its absence; a hologram makes a great sub, and other events kick in to compensate: live screenings of all World Cup games, and free entry to anyone who shows up during the World Cup in a national team shirt.
FIFA's showcase museum at its Zurich HQ has taken stick in the past – it cost £114 million to create and lost over £24.5 million in its first year of 2016 – hardly a banner year for FIFA. Still, on a recent visit, like a true England fan, I put disillusionment behind me and indulged in a best-case scenario ticket. I wasn't disappointed.
First, FIFA neatly sidesteps the boring cases-of-trophies and sweaty-signed-shirts syndrome that prevails in many stadium museums. Instead, in an example of high tech coming-of-age, this museum indulges in modern media, yet skillfully showcases football, not the medium itself.  

Will England get a new
show case in 2018?
 
Put yourself in the
World Cup picture!
On entry (and directional flow is managed with a severity only the Swiss can muster) you’re surrounded by 2 storey video scenes of street and beach soccer,. 
On the next level, you can (usually) see the World Cup, follow football’s history, and play the commentator or the referee in very cool virtual settings. 
Life size football pinball
Football pinball wizard
















Messi's boot:
A mere 740 SF
The mandatory movie is action-packed and fast-paced, cleverly blending top games and players, past and present, with admirable flow of both the film and the visitors, who are politely herded through the theater into a large glass elevator towards the next level. 
Here, you can test your soccer skills by dribbling, shooting, and curving balls around dinging, buzzing obstacles in life-size, football pinball machines. In keeping with the museum's clever balance between traditional and virtual reality, you can also listen to World Cup anthems in impossibly soundproofed open seats; play good old fashioned table foosball, or set the kids up with crayons for an impromptu football art project.
Traditional games meet hi-tech 
This is Switzerland, so when the game inevitably ends in a shop, prices are exorbitant. Still, where else can you buy golden signed Messi boots or gold-look World Cup keyrings? 
No, nothing beats being at the game – but this place is well worth a visit either in World Cup season, or in the long bleak wait for another hologram to replace the hallowed trophy.

Getting there: The FIFA World Football Museum is right beside the Enge Zurich train station, and 2 stops away from the harbour on the number 5 tram. Public transportation is best as there’s no parking onsite.

Cost: 24 Swiss Francs for adults;  14 for children 7-15; under 6 – free


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Wednesday, 13 June 2018

Random Greece: Top Ten Tips


Yes you go for the beaches. But when in Greece, also enjoy...................


Easter eggs, Greek style
Easter: Roast lamb, red eggs, and testicle soup…..Easter is bigger than Christmas, and worth a trip in itself, unless you’re a goat, an as-yet uncastrated bull, or a vegetarian.
Frappe: Cold frothy coffee shaken and stirred. Instant but unique.
Periptera: From bottled water to worry beads; everything's for sale at the omnipresent street kiosks.
Shade: Only sun-starved skin-cancer candidates are out in midday sun. The Greeks are under umbrellas, and on the shady side of the street.
Pretty colours trump dead animals



Sponges: Those who prefer synthetic over dead go for the super-practical, pastel and marbled sponges in every Greek supermarket; soft on one side and scouring on the other. Some of us have carried them about the world for decades: they weigh nothing. If you’re too cheap to buy a sponge, pick up free pumice stones on volcanic beaches.

OTC Antibiotics: From antibiotic ear drops to broad spectrum 10 day courses, get them over the counter at the pharmakio, for when your doctor claims you’re fine, but you know you have pneumonia.
Retsina: Interchangeable with antibiotics above, happily, nothing else tastes quite like resin-matured wine….though the Greeks say no one drinks it any more. 😕
Plug in mosquito repellents: One wonders what one is inhaling, but these liquid-fueled mosquito repellents take care of the little buggers and last forever.
Athens Airport Railway/Metro Station
New airport, new metro,
 it's all happening in Athens
The Athens Metro: Against all the odds, this is one of the most efficient, effective urban train services in Europe, and it’s cheap. It serves Piraeus port and Athens airport, although Piraeus trains are on the oldest line, and airport trains fall frequent victim to strikes, which are announced cheerfully, in advance, in English. 9E buys a 5-day pass (airport is extra).
Athens Airport and Aegean Airlines: The relatively new airport and Olympic Airlines revamped as Aegean bring to mind a Venus-sprung birth more than a makeover. The airport sports miles of classy shopping and spacious gates, though bathrooms could be bigger and more prevalent. Aegean Airlines has plentiful free meals and super polite cabin staff (wake up American Airlines….)

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Tuesday, 12 June 2018

Sharing the Layali Salon video!

https://www.projectlayali.org/layali-salon/
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Sunday, 3 June 2018

Athens Beauty Redefined: Layali Salon



Back in 1963, my father-in-law, Nikos Makrigiorgos, built a block of flats at Pipinou 78 in Athens. Artemis, a pediatrician and my mother-in-law, had her office on the 6th floor, along with the family home. At street level, they installed a hairdressing salon - a “Komotirio”. 
Very pink
Pink no more














Yiannis and Rania rented and ran the komotirio for almost 50 years. It was very pink. A modesty wall protected women from street eyes during the private business of having their hair washed. Yianni's two teenage daughters maintained a statuesque, unfathomable presence, one on each side of the door. Nikos called them the Karyatides.
Sadly, the business closed, as did many in Athens, a few years ago.
In 2018, as a volunteer at Orange House – a shelter and community center for refugees and migrants run by the Za’atar NGO – I talked to Marina, Za’atar’s intrepid leader, about her dreams of a community-based enterprise.
“Starting with something like a hair-dressing salon, to help refugees who plan to live in Greece find work, train, and prosper,” she said. 
The volunteer army moves in
As I strolled, literally, down Memory Lane - Pipinou Street – where my husband and I lived when first married over 30 years ago, my brain and my camera clicked. With my new-found techno-skills on WhatsApp, I fizzed a photo to Marina… ‘Hey…we own this closed-down komotirio….'
Lock in Greece
Keys in America. Do they fit?
WhatsApp moments are dangerous. A few days later, I was relaxing on a family vacation, when the WhatsApp warning bell chimed. In flew a similar photo.
'Hey Anne. Guess where I am?’ Love Marina.
"So," I said to my hapless-husband-in-holiday mode. "Remember how fond your mother was of that salon…?"
A hundred and one (give or take) signatures, rubber stamps, transatlantic texts, lost keys, sawn off padlocks, found-too-late keys, electrical certificates, old bills, new contracts, tax forms, cousin-helpers and happy-funders later, a volunteer army moved in, along with a designer, boxes of floor tiles, and paint charts. The ashtrays and modesty wall moved out. Project Layali launched, the Salon has been redefined, and it’s no longer very pink.
We're waiting for the power and the permit. Watch this space, the light will come.

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Monday, 28 May 2018

Opening the Door


Victoria Square - a hub for many refugees
It’s 10am at Orange House in Athens, and we open up to the day’s first visitors, a family with two small boys. Here to use the hot shower which serves dozens of refugees every week, they prepare with patience in the living room – except for young Sami*, who, I learn too late, flings things about, and is not to be let loose with Lego. His parents tell their story in a single broken sentence. “We pick up our babies, and we run away from war.”
Another clang of the doorbell heralds bigger boys; young men, almost. Momentarily jaunty; briefly polite, they nod, then settle back to smartphones. Orange House offers free WiFi 10 hours a day, a clever way to tempt kids in and off the streets.  
By mid morning, the door swings back and forth nonstop for students. Orange House has free classes daily in languages; guitar; yoga, dance. The youngest learners are 6 or 7, the oldest, 60 or 70; they speak Farsi, Arabic, Linguala; they’re Muslim, Christian, Hindi; some are illiterate, some have PhDs. They’re capable, they’re compromised. They move across our TV news in dusty pickup trucks and rubber dinghies, holding their children hard. They are the refugees.
Banner in Exarchia Square
We are the volunteers. Most of us are not here long, and none for long enough. We get to know them briefly and intensely - the Lego throwers; the villager who dries clothes in the oven; the Palestinian with a scholarship to Athens University. We engage over football and the weather; poetry and philosophy. We listen to tales of inhuman camps and missing family members. We clean, we teach, we pick up little plastic blocks. We direct people to doctors and link them with lawyers. We open the door.
Some say it’s a false dichotomy – whatever boat we came here on, we’re in together now – but we, the volunteers, can choose to leave. Most refugees don't want to stay, but the world has closed its borders, so 60 thousand plus are stuck in Greece, and Greece is stuck with them. Greeks understand migration and unrest, and manage it, in general, with grace, but it’s a tough assignment for a bankrupt nation to take on.
Two small wet boys emerge, hair shining, from the shower. I switch Lego for a race car and instantly regret it, as Sami seizes on his new dream toy and won’t let go. I wonder if he’s traumatized or just a normal, tiresome 2 year old. As the family heads out, we resolve the issue, with a promise of the dream returned tomorrow, in words that no one really understands or much believes.

*Names have been changed


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