Breaking Free from Conventional Patterns: A Guide to Classicist, Modernist, and Personalised Visual Storytelling
As creatives, we’re often influenced by the styles and trends of our time. When it comes to visual storytelling, two dominant patterns have emerged: classicism and modernism. While these styles have their roots in art and architecture, they also extend to the world of design, writing, and even social media. But what happens when we want to break free from these conventional patterns and forge our own path? In this post, we’ll explore the characteristics of classicist and modernist patterns, discuss the pros and cons of using them, and provide guidance on creating your own unique visual language.
Classicism: Timeless Elegance
Classicism is characterised by:
Symmetry and balance
Ornate details and embellishments
Traditional typography and serif fonts
Earthy colours and muted tones
References to historical and cultural icons
Classical patterns evoke a sense of tradition, sophistication, and timelessness. They’re often associated with luxury brands, high-end products, and institutions that value heritage and prestige. If you’re aiming to create a sense of authority, trust, and stability, classicist patterns might be the way to go.
Modernism: Bold Innovation
Modernist patterns, on the other hand, are marked by:
Clean lines and minimalism
Geometric shapes and abstract forms
Sans-serif fonts and bold typography
Bright colours and bold contrasts
Emphasis on functionality and simplicity
Modernist patterns embody the spirit of innovation, progress, and experimentation. They’re commonly used in tech, design, and creative industries that prioritize forward thinking and cutting-edge ideas. If you want to convey a sense of dynamism, creativity, and forward momentum, modernist patterns might be your best bet.
The Risks of Conventional Patterns
While both classicist and modernist patterns have their advantages, relying too heavily on them can lead to:
Lack of originality and uniqueness
Overuse and clichés
Inability to stand out in a crowded market
Limited creative freedom and expression
Creating Your Own Patterns: The Power of Personalisation
So, what if you want to break free from these conventional patterns and create something truly unique? The good news is that you can! By combining elements from different styles, experimenting with new forms and shapes, and incorporating personal touches, you can develop a visual language that reflects your brand’s personality and values.
Here are some tips for creating your own patterns:
Experiment with hybrids: Mix and match elements from classicism and modernism to create a style that’s both timeless and innovative.
Draw from personal experiences: Incorporate patterns and motifs that reflect your personal story, interests, or cultural background.
Play with typography: Use custom fonts, handwritten scripts, or unconventional typography to add a touch of personality to your designs.
Incorporate natural elements: Use organic shapes, textures, and colours to bring a sense of warmth and authenticity to your visual storytelling.
Keep it simple: Don’t be afraid to strip away unnecessary elements and focus on simplicity and clarity.
Conclusion
In the world of visual storytelling, patterns and styles can be both a blessing and a curse. While classicist and modernist patterns have their advantages, they can also limit our creative potential and lead to clichés. By embracing the power of personalisation and experimentation, we can break free from conventional patterns and create a visual language that’s truly unique and reflective of our brand’s personality. So, don’t be afraid to take risks, try new things, and forge your own path. The possibilities are endless, and the results can be truly remarkable.
Discovering the Hidden Gems of Capri: 5 Off-the-Beaten-Path Experiences
Capri, the picturesque Italian island in the Bay of Naples, is a popular destination for travellers seeking stunning natural beauty, rich history, and luxurious amenities. While many visitors flock to the island’s famous Blue Grotto and bustling town centre, there’s more to Capri than meets the eye. For those willing to venture off the beaten path, the island offers a treasure trove of unique experiences waiting to be uncovered. In this blog post, we’ll explore the top five alternative things to do in Capri, taking you on a journey to discover the island’s lesser-known charms.
1. Hike the Sentiero dei Fortini: A Scenic Trail with Breathtaking Views
For nature lovers and hiking enthusiasts, the Sentiero dei Fortini trail is a must-visit attraction. This scenic path winds its way along the island’s rugged coastline, offering breathtaking views of the Mediterranean Sea and the surrounding landscape. The trail is dotted with historic fortifications, including the 19th-century Fortini, which provide a glimpse into Capri’s fascinating military past. As you hike, keep an eye out for the island’s unique flora and fauna, including the rare Capri bee orchid.
2. Visit the Certosa di San Giacomo: A Serene Oasis in the Heart of Capri
Tucked away in a quiet corner of the island, the Certosa di San Giacomo is a 14th-century monastery that exudes peace and tranquillity. This former Carthusian monastery is now a museum, showcasing an impressive collection of art and artifacts, including works by local artists and stunning examples of medieval architecture. The monastery’s beautifully manicured gardens and tranquil courtyards provide a serene oasis, perfect for escaping the hustle and bustle of Capri’s town centre.
3. Explore the Grotta di Matermania: A Natural Wonder with Ancient History
While the Blue Grotto is undoubtedly one of Capri’s most famous attractions, the Grotta di Matermania is a lesser-known natural wonder that’s equally impressive. This ancient Roman cave is filled with stunning rock formations, crystal-clear waters, and a unique array of marine life. According to legend, the grotto was once a sacred place of worship, and its mystical atmosphere is still palpable today. Visit the Grotta di Matermania for an unforgettable experience that combines natural beauty with ancient history.
4. Discover the Villa Jovis: A Ruined Roman Palace with a Rich History
Perched on a hilltop overlooking the Bay of Naples, the Villa Jovis is a ruined Roman palace that’s steeped in history and intrigue. Built in the 1st century AD, this ancient villa was once the summer residence of the Roman Emperor Tiberius, and its impressive remains offer a fascinating glimpse into the island’s imperial past. As you explore the villa’s crumbling ruins, keep an eye out for the stunning views of the surrounding landscape and the sparkling Mediterranean Sea.
5. Enjoy a Sunset at the Punta Carena Lighthouse: A Breathtaking View of the Sea
For a truly unforgettable experience, head to the Punta Carena Lighthouse, located on the island’s southern coast. This picturesque lighthouse is one of the oldest on the Amalfi Coast, and its stunning views of the Mediterranean Sea are simply breathtaking. Watch the sunset from the lighthouse’s scenic viewpoint, and marvel at the kaleidoscope of colours that dance across the sky. As the stars begin to twinkle, the lighthouse’s tranquil atmosphere is the perfect place to unwind and reflect on your Capri adventure.
In conclusion, Capri is more than just a popular tourist destination – it’s an island with a rich history, stunning natural beauty, and a wealth of hidden gems waiting to be discovered. By venturing off the beaten path and exploring the island’s lesser-known attractions, you’ll experience the authentic charm of Capri and create memories that will last a lifetime. So why not take the road less travelled and discover the real Capri?
Discover Majorca’s Hidden Gems: Five Uncharted Adventures in the Balearic Islands
When most travellers imagine Majorca, they picture sun-soaked beaches and bustling resorts like Palma’s famed coastline or the vibrant streets of Magaluf. While these are undeniably iconic, the island’s true magic lies just beyond the well-trodden path. From misty wetlands to ancient ruins, here are five off-the-beaten-path experiences to unearth Majorca’s soul.
1. Sa Calobra & Es Carbó Beach: A Scenic Drive to Seclusion
Tucked between the jagged cliffs of the Serra de Tramuntana mountains and the turquoise Mediterranean lies Sa Calobra, a coastal village so remote that reaching its crown jewel—Es Carbó Beach—feels like a treasure hunt. The journey begins with a hairpin-turn road from Deia, where winding ascents give way to panoramic views.
Why It’s Hidden: While Es Carbó is a postcard-perfect cove, its inaccessibility deters large crowds. The beach is reached via a 30-minute walk down a steep path, but the reward is a secluded spot with crystal-clear waters and soft sands, where you’ll likely have it mostly to yourself.
Pro Tip: Visit in midday or later to avoid the earliest crowds—and don’t forget a picnic. The walk back up is tough, but the views are worth every step!
2. S’Albufera Natural Park: A Tranquil Wetland Escape
Venture inland to Manacor for S’Albufera, a vast wetland often overlooked by tourists but beloved by locals. This marshy haven, once a haven for pirates, is now a UNESCO-recognised site teeming with biodiversity. Herons, flamingos, and wild boars roam freely through lagoons and rice paddies.
Why It’s Hidden: Unlike Majorca’s coastal attractions, S’Albufera offers a meditative, almost otherworldly atmosphere, where you can kayak through still waters or rent a bike to explore rural trails.
Pro Tip: Visit in early spring or fall for optimal birdwatching. The park also hosts cultural festivals celebrating traditional Majorcan crafts and music.
3. Valley de Ses Eres: A Mountain Retreat with Ancient Roots
Overlooked by the Serra de Tramuntana, this serene valley near Lluc is a gateway to Majorca’s past and present. Its rugged landscapes hide old shepherds’ huts and “sa garriga” (wild scrubland) that’s home to wild herbs and fragrant thyme. The highlight is Llac de L’Alfàbia (Alfàbia Lake), a man-made reservoir reflected like a mirror against the hills.
Why It’s Hidden: This valley is a hiker’s paradise but lacks the signage and crowds of more commercialised routes. It’s where locals come to unwind, offering a chance to connect with the island’s pastoral heritage.
Pro Tip: Start your hike at the Monastery of Lluc, a stunning medieval site, and continue to the lake for a picnic. The 360-degree mountain views at sunset are unmatched.
4. Es Castell Winery: Sip on History in Manacor
Majorca’s wine scene is often overshadowed by its beaches, but es Castell—established in 1879—offers a sip of the island’s storied past. This historic winery, once the largest in the Mediterranean, now offers guided tours through its Romanesque cellars and lush vineyards.
Why It’s Hidden: While Palma’s wine bars draw crowds, es Castell remains a quiet cultural gem. Here, you can taste Málaga and Moscatel wines while learning about the island’s Moorish and Roman influences.
Pro Tip: Take the free guided tour and combine your visit with a stroll through Manacor’s charming old town. Picnic on-site with local cheeses and olive oil for a true taste of Majorca.
5. Cúber Waterfalls: An Adventurous Hike Rewarded
Hidden deep in the northern mountains, the Cúber Waterfalls (Cascadas de Cúber) are a 55-minute trek from Banyalbufar. The trail winds through wild olive groves and pine forests before revealing a lush, multi-tiered waterfall crashing into a pool—a perfect refreshment point.
Why It’s Hidden: The hike is well worth the effort, but requires a bit of stamina, keeping the crowds at bay. The waterfall’s natural beauty and the surrounding tranquillity make it one of Majorca’s best-kept secrets.
Pro Tip: Hike in the morning when the trails are cooler, and bring sturdy shoes. Post-hike, stop by Banyalbufar, a quiet village known for its pottery and panoramic views.
Final Thoughts: Let the Road Less Travelled Define Your Majorca Majorca is more than a beach destination—it’s a canvas of mountains, wetlands, and centuries-old stories. By stepping off the tourist trail, you’ll discover the island’s soul: quiet, resilient, and full of surprises. So, park your car, trade the map for a sense of adventure, and let Majorca’s hidden corners leave you in awe.
Got a local favourite? Share your own “road less travelled” tip in the comments below!
It was the first time in almost a week that I made the short walk to the cafe alone. It was early, and the chill of the morning was still in the air. In summer, it was the best time of the day. When Susan came with me, it was usually much later, when the day was much warmer and less tolerable.
On the morning of the third day of her visit, Susan said she was missing the hustle and bustle of London, and by the end of the fourth she said, in not so many words, she was over being away from ‘civilisation’. This was a side of her I had not seen before, and it surprised me.
She hadn’t complained, but it was making her irritable. The Susan that morning was vastly different to the Susan on the first day. So much, I thought, for her wanting to ‘reconnect’, the word she had used as the reason for coming to Greve unannounced.
It was also the first morning I had time to reflect on her visit and what my feelings were towards her. It was the reason I’d come to Greve: to soak up the peace and quiet and think about what I was going to do with the rest of my life.
I sat in my usual corner. Maria, one of two waitresses, came out, stopped, and there was no mistaking the relief in her manner. There was an air of tension between Susan and Maria I didn’t understand, and it seemed to emanate from Susan rather than the other way around. I could understand her attitude if it was towards Alisha, but not Maria. All she did was serve coffee and cake.
When Maria recovered from the momentary surprise, she said, smiling, “You are by yourself?” She gave a quick glance in the direction of my villa, just to be sure.
“I am this morning. I’m afraid the heat, for one who is not used to it, can be quite debilitating. I’m also afraid it has had a bad effect on her manners, for which I apologise. I cannot explain why she has been so rude to you.”
“You do not have to apologise for her, David, but it is of no consequence to me. I have had a lot worse. I think she is simply jealous.”
It had crossed my mind, but there was no reason for her to be. “Why?”
“She is a woman, I am a woman, she thinks because you and I are friends, there is something between us.”
It made sense, even if it was not true. “Perhaps if I explained…”
Maria shook her head. “If there is a hole in the boat, you should not keep bailing but try to plug the hole. My grandfather had many expressions, David. If I may give you one piece of advice, as much as it is none of my business, you need to make your feelings known, and if they are not as they once were, and I think they are not, you need to tell her. Before she goes home.”
Interesting advice. Not only a purveyor of excellent coffee, but Maria was also a psychiatrist who had astutely worked out my dilemma. What was that expression, ‘not just a pretty face’?
“Is she leaving soon?” I asked, thinking Maria knew more about Susan’s movements than I did.
“You would disappoint me if you had not suspected as much. Susan was having coffee and talking to someone in her office on a cell phone. It was an intense conversation. I should not eavesdrop, but she said being here was like being stuck in hell. It is a pity she does not share your love for our little piece of paradise, is it not?”
“It is indeed. And you’re right. She said she didn’t have a phone, but I know she has one. She just doesn’t value the idea of getting away from the office. Perhaps her role doesn’t afford her that luxury.”
And perhaps Alisha was right about Maria, that I should be more careful. She had liked Maria the moment she saw her. We had sat at this very table, the first day I arrived. I would have travelled alone, but Prendergast, my old boss, liked to know where ex-employees of the Department were, and what they were doing.
She sighed. “I am glad I am just a waitress. Your usual coffee and cake?”
“Yes, please.”
Several months had passed since we had rescued Susan from her despotic father; she had recovered faster than we had thought, and settled into her role as the new Lady Featherington, though she preferred not to use that title, but go by the name of Lady Susan Cheney.
I didn’t get to be a Lord, or have any title, not that I was expecting one. What I had expected was that Susan, once she found her footing as head of what seemed to be a commercial empire, would not have time for details like husbands, particularly when our agreement made before the wedding gave either of us the right to end it.
There was a moment when I visited her recovering in the hospital, where I was going to give her the out, but I didn’t, and she had not invoked it. We were still married, just not living together.
This visit was one where she wanted to ‘reconnect’ as she called it, and invite me to come home with her. She saw no reason why we could not resume our relationship, conveniently forgetting she indirectly had me arrested for her murder, charges both her mother and Lucy vigorously pursued, and had the clone not returned to save me, I might still be in jail.
It was not something I would forgive or forget any time soon.
There were other reasons why I was reluctant to stay with her, like forgetting small details, an irregularity in her character I found odd. She looked the same, she sounded the same, she basically acted the same, but my mind was telling me something was not right. It was not the Susan I first met, even allowing for the ordeal she had been subjected to.
But, despite those misgivings, there was no question in my mind that I still loved her, and her clandestine arrival had brought back all those feelings. But as the days passed, I began to get the impression my feelings were one-sided and she was just going through the motions.
Which brought me to the last argument, earlier, where I said if I went with her, it would be business meetings, social obligations, and quite simply her ‘celebrity’ status that would keep us apart. I reminded her that I had said from the outset I didn’t like the idea of being in the spotlight, and when I reiterated it, she simply brushed it off as just part of the job, adding rather strangely that I always looked good in a suit. The flippancy of that comment was the last straw, and I left before I said something I would regret.
I knew I was not a priority. Maybe somewhere inside me, I had wanted to be a priority, and I was disappointed when I was not.
And finally, there was Alisha. Susan, at the height of the argument, had intimated she believed I had an affair with her, but that elephant was always in the room whenever Alisha was around. It was no surprise when I learned Susan had asked Prendergast to reassign her to other duties.
At least I knew what my feelings for Alisha were, and there were times when I had to remember she was persona non grata. Perhaps that was why Susan had her banished, but, again, a small detail; jealousy was not one of Susan’s traits when I first knew her.
Perhaps it was time to set Susan free.
When I swung around to look in the direction of the lane where my villa was, I saw Susan. She was formally dressed, not in her ‘tourist’ clothes, which she had bought from one of the local clothing stores. We had fun that day, shopping for clothes, a chore I’d always hated. It had been followed by a leisurely lunch, lots of wine and soul searching.
It was the reason why I sat in this corner; old habits die hard. I could see trouble coming from all directions, not that Susan was trouble or at least I hoped not, but it allowed me the time to watch her walking towards the cafe in what appeared to be short, angry steps; perhaps the culmination of the heat wave and our last argument.
She glared at me as she sat, dropping her bag beside her on the ground, where I could see the cell phone sitting on top. She followed my glance down, and then she looked unrepentant back at me.
Maria came back at the exact moment she was going to speak. I noticed Maria hesitate for a second when she saw Susan, then put her smile in place to deliver my coffee.
Neither spoke nor looked at each other. I said, “Susan will have what I’m having, thanks.”
Maria nodded and left.
“Now,” I said, leaning back in my seat, “I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation as to why you didn’t tell me about the phone, but that first time you disappeared, I’d guessed you needed to keep in touch with your business interests. I thought it somewhat unwisethat you should come out when the board of one of your companies was trying to remove you, because of what was it, an unexplained absence? All you had to do was tell me there were problems and you needed to remain at home to resolve them.”
My comment elicited a sideways look, with a touch of surprise.
“It was unfortunate timing on their behalf, and I didn’t want you to think everything else was more important than us. There were issues before I came, and I thought the people at home would be able to manage without me for at least a week, but I was wrong.”
“Why come at all. A phone call would have sufficed.”
“I had to see you, talk to you. At least we have had a chance to do that. I’m sorry about yesterday. I once told you I would not become my mother, but I’m afraid I sounded just like her. I misjudged just how much this role would affect me, and truly, I’m sorry.”
An apology was the last thing I expected.
“You have a lot of work to do catching up after being away, and of course, in replacing your mother and gaining the requisite respect as the new Lady Featherington. I think it would be for the best if I were not another distraction. We have plenty of time to reacquaint ourselves when you get past all these teething issues.”
“You’re not coming with me?” She sounded disappointed.
“I think it would be for the best if I didn’t.”
“Why?”
“It should come as no surprise to you that I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress. You are so much better doing your job without me. I told your mother once that when the time came I would not like the responsibilities of being your husband. Now that I have seen what it could possibly entail, I like it even less. You might also want to reconsider our arrangement, after all, we only had a marriage of convenience, and now that those obligations have been fulfilled, we both have the option of terminating it. I won’t make things difficult for you if that’s what you want.”
It was yet another anomaly, I thought; she should look distressed, and I would raise the matter of that arrangement. Perhaps she had forgotten the finer points. I, on the other hand, had always known we would not last forever. The perplexed expression, to me, was a sign she might have forgotten.
Then, her expression changed. “Is that what you want?”
“I wasn’t madly in love with you when we made that arrangement, so it was easy to agree to your terms, but inexplicably, since then, my feelings for you changed, and I would be sad if we parted ways. But the truth is, I can’t see how this is going to work.”
“In saying that, do you think I don’t care for you?”
That was exactly what I was thinking, but I wasn’t going to voice that opinion out loud. “You spent a lot of time finding new ways to make my life miserable, Susan. You and that wretched friend of yours, Lucy. While your attitude improved after we were married, that was because you were going to use me when you went to see your father, and then almost let me go to prison for your murder.”
“I had nothing to do with that, other than to leave, and I didn’t agree with Lucy that you should be made responsible for my disappearance. I cannot be held responsible for the actions of my mother. She hated you; Lucy didn’t understand you, and Millie told me I was stupid for not loving you in return, and she was right. Why do you think I gave you such a hard time? You made it impossible not to fall in love with you, and it nearly changed my mind about everything I’d been planning so meticulously. But perhaps there was a more subliminal reason why I did because after I left, I wanted to believe, if anything went wrong, you would come and find me.”
“How could you possibly know that I’d even consider doing something like that, given what you knew about me?”
“Prendergast made a passing comment when my mother asked him about you; he told us you were very good at finding people and even better at fixing problems.”
“And yet here we are, one argument away from ending it.”
I could see Maria hovering, waiting for the right moment to deliver her coffee, then go back and find Gianna, the café owner, instead. Gianna was more abrupt and, for that reason, was rarely seen serving the customers. Today, she was particularly cantankerous, banging the cake dish on the table and frowning at Susan before returning to her kitchen. Gianna didn’t like Susan either.
Behind me, I heard a car stop, and when she looked up, I knew it was for her. She had arrived with nothing, and she was leaving with nothing.
She stood. “Last chance.”
“Forever?”
She hesitated and then shook away the look of annoyance on her face. “Of course not. I wanted you to come back with me so we could continue working on our relationship. I agree there are problems, but it’s nothing we can’t resolve if we try.”
I had been trying. “It’s too soon for both of us, Susan. I need to be able to trust you, and given the circumstances, and all that water under the bridge, I’m not sure if I can yet.”
She frowned at me. “As you wish.” She took an envelope out of her bag and put it on the table. “When you are ready, it’s an open ticket home. Please make it sooner rather than later. Despite what you think of me, I have missed you, and I have no intention of ending it between us.”
That said, she glared at me for a minute, shook her head, then walked to the car. I watched her get in and the car drive slowly away.
Breaking Free from Conventional Patterns: A Guide to Classicist, Modernist, and Personalised Visual Storytelling
As creatives, we’re often influenced by the styles and trends of our time. When it comes to visual storytelling, two dominant patterns have emerged: classicism and modernism. While these styles have their roots in art and architecture, they also extend to the world of design, writing, and even social media. But what happens when we want to break free from these conventional patterns and forge our own path? In this post, we’ll explore the characteristics of classicist and modernist patterns, discuss the pros and cons of using them, and provide guidance on creating your own unique visual language.
Classicism: Timeless Elegance
Classicism is characterised by:
Symmetry and balance
Ornate details and embellishments
Traditional typography and serif fonts
Earthy colours and muted tones
References to historical and cultural icons
Classical patterns evoke a sense of tradition, sophistication, and timelessness. They’re often associated with luxury brands, high-end products, and institutions that value heritage and prestige. If you’re aiming to create a sense of authority, trust, and stability, classicist patterns might be the way to go.
Modernism: Bold Innovation
Modernist patterns, on the other hand, are marked by:
Clean lines and minimalism
Geometric shapes and abstract forms
Sans-serif fonts and bold typography
Bright colours and bold contrasts
Emphasis on functionality and simplicity
Modernist patterns embody the spirit of innovation, progress, and experimentation. They’re commonly used in tech, design, and creative industries that prioritize forward thinking and cutting-edge ideas. If you want to convey a sense of dynamism, creativity, and forward momentum, modernist patterns might be your best bet.
The Risks of Conventional Patterns
While both classicist and modernist patterns have their advantages, relying too heavily on them can lead to:
Lack of originality and uniqueness
Overuse and clichés
Inability to stand out in a crowded market
Limited creative freedom and expression
Creating Your Own Patterns: The Power of Personalisation
So, what if you want to break free from these conventional patterns and create something truly unique? The good news is that you can! By combining elements from different styles, experimenting with new forms and shapes, and incorporating personal touches, you can develop a visual language that reflects your brand’s personality and values.
Here are some tips for creating your own patterns:
Experiment with hybrids: Mix and match elements from classicism and modernism to create a style that’s both timeless and innovative.
Draw from personal experiences: Incorporate patterns and motifs that reflect your personal story, interests, or cultural background.
Play with typography: Use custom fonts, handwritten scripts, or unconventional typography to add a touch of personality to your designs.
Incorporate natural elements: Use organic shapes, textures, and colours to bring a sense of warmth and authenticity to your visual storytelling.
Keep it simple: Don’t be afraid to strip away unnecessary elements and focus on simplicity and clarity.
Conclusion
In the world of visual storytelling, patterns and styles can be both a blessing and a curse. While classicist and modernist patterns have their advantages, they can also limit our creative potential and lead to clichés. By embracing the power of personalisation and experimentation, we can break free from conventional patterns and create a visual language that’s truly unique and reflective of our brand’s personality. So, don’t be afraid to take risks, try new things, and forge your own path. The possibilities are endless, and the results can be truly remarkable.
All stories require some form of research, quite often to place a character in a place at a particular time, especially if it is in a historical context. This series will take you through what it was like in 1914 through 1916.
This paper examines the transformation of Port Said, Egypt, between 1913 and 1915, focusing on the significant shifts brought about by the burgeoning Great War. It analyses the port’s socio-economic landscape, architectural development, and burgeoning strategic importance, contrasting the relative normalcy of 1913 with the heightened military presence and disruption of 1915. Furthermore, the paper reconstructs the visual and sensory experience of soldiers, nurses, and doctors disembarking at Port Said’s troop staging points in 1915, highlighting the stark contrast between their expectations and the emergent realities of wartime transit, and the critical role the port played as a gateway to the Egyptian front and beyond.
1. Introduction:
Port Said, strategically situated at the northern terminus of the Suez Canal, was a city accustomed to a ceaseless flow of maritime traffic and a diverse cosmopolitan population. In the pre-war years, it represented a vital nexus of global trade, a sophisticated hub for imperial transit, and a burgeoning tourist destination. However, the outbreak of the First World War in 1914 irrevocably altered the trajectory of this vibrant city. By 1915, Port Said had transitioned from a bustling commercial port to a critical strategic asset, a staging ground for Allied troops, and a crucial logistical centre. This paper aims to delineate the salient differences in the character of Port Said between 1913 and 1915, and to vividly portray the experience of military personnel disembarking there, particularly for those destined for troop staging points in Egypt.
2. Port Said in 1913: A Hub of Commerce and Cosmopolitanism
In 1913, Port Said was a city thriving on its unique geographical position. The Suez Canal, opened in 1869, had transformed this once-modest fishing village into a major international port.
Economic Landscape: The economy was dominated by shipping, bunkering (coaling of steamships), and associated services. Large shipping companies operated offices, and a significant workforce was employed in loading, unloading, and servicing vessels. Warehouses, customs houses, and repair yards were prominent features. The presence of numerous hotels, restaurants, and shops catering to affluent travellers and sailors from across the globe contributed to a lively and international atmosphere. The city was a point of departure and arrival for passengers travelling between Europe and Asia, Africa, or Australia, fostering a sense of global interconnectedness. Commercial activity was robust, driven by the constant stream of merchant vessels navigating the Canal.
Urban Development and Architecture: Port Said boasted a distinctive blend of architectural styles. European colonial influences were evident in its grand hotels, like the Hotel des Voyageurs and the Continental, along with administrative buildings. French architectural styles were particularly prevalent, reflecting early French involvement in the Canal’s construction. The city centre featured wide avenues, shaded by trees, and elegant buildings designed for commerce and leisure. The waterfront promenade, the Ramleh, was a popular social gathering place, lined with cafés and offering panoramic views of the bustling harbour. Despite its colonial overlay, Egyptian architectural elements and local marketplaces also co-existed, creating a unique urban fabric.
Social Fabric: The population was a heterogeneous mix of Egyptians (predominantly from the Nile Delta), Greeks, Italians, British, French, Maltese, and other nationalities, each contributing to the port’s cosmopolitan character. This diversity brought a vibrant cultural exchange, reflected in the city’s cuisine, languages, and social customs. While social stratification existed, with European residents and business owners at the top, the shared economic interests tied to the Canal fostered a degree of inter-ethnic interaction. The atmosphere was generally one of relative peace and prosperity, characterised by the rhythm of maritime trade.
Strategic Value (Pre-War): While its strategic importance was recognised, it was primarily viewed through the lens of facilitating global trade and maintaining open sea lanes for imperial powers, particularly Britain and France. The Canal was a protected waterway, but a significant military presence within the city itself was less pronounced than it would soon become.
3. Port Said in 1915: A City Mobilised for War
By 1915, the outbreak of the Great War had dramatically reshaped Port Said. The port’s role shifted from a commercial hub to a vital military logistical node, a gateway to the burgeoning conflict in the Middle East and a transit point for reinforcements.
Economic Reorientation: The demands of war transformed the port’s economy. While commercial shipping continued, it was increasingly overshadowed by military transport. Coaling stations became crucial for naval resupply, and shipyards focused on repairs for military vessels. Warehouses were repurposed for storing military equipment and supplies. The influx of military personnel and the associated logistical needs spurred a boom in certain sectors, such as catering, transportation, and accommodation for transient military personnel. However, the disruption to regular trade routes and the increased cost of goods also impacted the civilian economy.
Military Infrastructure and Presence: The most striking change was the pervasive military presence. The city’s infrastructure was adapted to accommodate troop movements and military operations. Barracks and temporary camps were likely established. Docks were dedicated to the rapid disembarkation and loading of troops and supplies. Naval patrols increased, and the Canal itself became a heavily guarded military zone, with fortifications and defensive positions being strengthened. The visual landscape would have been dominated by uniformed men, military vehicles, and the distinctive silhouettes of troopships alongside naval vessels.
Urban Transformation and Atmosphere: The cosmopolitan charm of 1913 was largely supplanted by a more sombre and utilitarian atmosphere. While tourist hotels might have been requisitioned for officers or nurses, the general ambience would have felt more regimented and anxious. The presence of censorship and increased security measures would have been palpable. The once leisurely promenade might have become a site of military activity or a place where weary soldiers sought brief respite. The sounds of the port would have shifted from the clatter of commerce to the din of troop movements, the rumble of military engines, and the distant sounds of naval activity.
Social and Demographic Shifts: The influx of soldiers, nurses, and doctors dramatically altered the demographic balance. The local civilian population would have been increasingly interacting with and serving the military. New social dynamics would have emerged, with a greater emphasis on military hierarchy and a more guarded interaction between civilians and the transient military population. The presence of wounded soldiers returning from campaigns would have also begun to introduce a sombre element to the city’s life.
Heightened Strategic Importance: In 1915, Port Said was no longer just a waypoint for trade; it was a crucial strategic asset in the defence of the Suez Canal and the projection of Allied power into the Middle East. The Ottoman Empire’s proximity and the threat of an attack on the Canal made Port Said a frontier city, albeit one protected by the vastness of the Mediterranean.
4. Disembarking at Port Said in 1915: The Soldier’s, Nurse’s, and Doctor’s Perspective
For soldiers, nurses, and doctors arriving at Port Said in 1915, the experience would have been a stark departure from peacetime travel, marked by the immediate realities of war and transit.
4.1. For the Soldier:
The Journey: Soldiers would have likely spent weeks crammed into the holds or on the decks of crowded troopships, enduring rough seas, monotonous rations, and the constant anticipation of the unknown. The smell of sweat, stale air, and engine oil would have been pervasive.
The Arrival: As the troopship approached Port Said, the first visual impressions would be of the vast, busy harbour, dotted with warships and a multitude of merchant vessels. The distinctive outline of the city, with its European-style architecture and minarets, might have offered a fleeting sense of exoticism, quickly overshadowed by the military presence. The air, humid and carrying the scent of the sea and perhaps coal smoke, would be a welcome change from the confines of the ship.
Disembarkation: Disembarking would be a chaotic but efficient process. Soldiers, weighed down by their kit, would clamber down gangplanks or be lowered by nets onto the quay. The immediate impression would be of noise and activity: the barking of commands, the rumble of lorries, the shouts of stevedores, and the general din of a military operation. The sheer number of men in uniform, from various Allied nations, would be overwhelming.
The Staging Point Experience: Port Said served as a crucial staging point. Soldiers would be quickly processed, likely herded into temporary holding areas, or directly loaded onto smaller vessels or trains bound for more permanent encampments or forward positions within Egypt. The experience would be one of constant movement and little respite. The immediate need for sanitation, fresh water, and basic comfort would be paramount. The heat, a stark contrast to European climates, would be a significant factor, especially if arriving during the warmer months.
Psychological Impact: The sight of organised military machinery, the potential glimpse of wounded soldiers being treated or evacuated, and the constant reminders of the war effort would instil a sense of purpose but also a degree of apprehension. The initial promise of adventure might be tempered by the harsh reality of military logistics and the looming threat of conflict.
4.2. For the Nurse and Doctor:
The Journey: While perhaps enjoying slightly better accommodation than the average soldier, nurses and doctors would still experience the challenges of long sea voyages, including potential seasickness and the limited amenities. Their journey was driven by duty and a desire to serve, often with a sense of urgency.
The Arrival: The sight of Port Said would likely be one of organised chaos and a palpable sense of purpose. They would recognise the strategic importance of the location and the immense logistical undertaking. The European architecture might offer a brief moment of familiarity and comfort.
Disembarkation and Processing: Nurses and doctors would likely disembark at designated areas, often closer to medical facilities or designated accommodation. They might be met by military officials who would guide them to their assignments. Instead of heavy kit, they would carry medical bags and personal effects.
The Staging Point and Hospital Experience: Port Said in 1915 would have been a hub for medical evacuation and preparation. Hospitals, either existing civilian facilities commandeered or newly established military hospitals, would be active. Nurses and doctors would be immediately assessing casualties, preparing for incoming wounded, or being briefed on their roles in the wider theatre of war. The infrastructure would be geared towards efficiency and medical care, with a constant flow of patients and medical supplies. The heat and the tropical environment would present additional challenges for medical practice, requiring acclimatisation and specific protocols.
Psychological Impact: For medical personnel, the experience would be a mix of professional determination and emotional strain. The sight of wounded men, the urgent demands of medical care, and the understanding of the immense scale of the conflict would be deeply impactful. Port Said would represent the frontline of care, the initial point of contact for suffering, and the gateway to the medical challenges of the Egyptian and broader Middle Eastern campaigns. The relative order of their arrival might offer a sense of manageable purpose, but the overwhelming task ahead would be ever-present.
5. Conclusion:
The transformation of Port Said between 1913 and 1915 was a profound testament to the disruptive power of total war. The vibrant cosmopolitan port of 1913, characterized by its bustling commercial activity and leisurely international transit, had by 1915 become a highly militarized logistical hub. The architectural and urban fabric, while retaining some of its pre-war character, was now dominated by the machinery of war. For soldiers, nurses, and doctors disembarking for troop staging points in Egypt, Port Said in 1915 presented a stark and immediate immersion into the realities of global conflict. It was a place of transit, processing, and preparation, a crucible where the optimism of departure met the exigencies of war, and a critical gateway to the battles and challenges unfolding on the Egyptian front and beyond. The sensory experience – the sights, sounds, and smells – would have been a dramatic departure from peacetime, signalling a new and demanding chapter in their lives and in the history of this strategic Egyptian port.
Writing exercise – Include a love story, a catchy song, and a misunderstanding
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Was it possible that one person could make a difference? Yes!
My head and heart were still reeling the next morning, while battling with the effects of lack of sleep, euphoria was running at an all-time high, and the lyrics of ‘I could have danced all night’ were running through my head.
That night, it had been very hard to get to sleep, my mind going over every detail. Was I writing more into this than there was? Quite likely. I would have to find some way of putting it all into some sort of perspective. We just got along. We were compatible. We were not lovers or candidates for an affair. That was not what I wanted, nor, I’m sure, did Katrina. It had to be business as usual.
I was looking out the window again, down at the many people pouring out of the railway station on their way to work. This morning, I viewed them in a different light, as people who, like I, no doubt had the same struggles, the same feelings, the same highs and lows. No longer did I think I was the only one who could have problems.
Being a bad-tempered, forever-angry manager seemed to be part of the job. It didn’t take long; after I’d assumed the position, I started to fit the mould. I guess, after the last manager, the staff had every right to expect more of the same, and I’m afraid I hadn’t let them down. It wasn’t hard because if you gave them an inch, they took a mile.
I started with all the best intentions. Then, as the rot set in at home, it had a great deal of influence at work. As despondency closed in from all sides, relations on all fronts deteriorated. Amazingly, I could see it all quite clearly, where things had been going wrong. Was it symbolic that the sun came out at that precise moment, bathing me in a shaft of sunlight and warmth through the clouds?
Jenny came in with the morning mail. As was customary, she would put it on the desk, and, if there was anything important, bring it to my attention and leave. I had heard rumours she was less than impressed with me, but it was hard to find anything out. Certainly, most mornings, I didn’t so much as acknowledge her existence.
“How are you this morning?” I turned to catch her just as she was leaving.
She stopped. “Very well, thank you.” Her tone was slightly apprehensive.
“I know it’s probably a little late, but I apologise for being the cranky old bastard in the past, and I have greatly appreciated the work you have been doing for me all this time.”
Her apprehension changed to surprise. “Thank you.”
“And for not going over to Whiteside when they offered it to you.”
“That was easy. You were the lesser of the two evils.”
I smiled, trying to disarm her fears. She looked at me, expecting a trap. I’d also heard about Whiteside. “I guess, in the fullness of time, when they write the history of this place, it will count for something to be known as the ‘lesser of two evils’. But to more important things. What’s really going on in this place?”
It took a while to break down the apprehension. She had every right to be wary, but I finally convinced her that I was not the monster I was made out to be. I also knew, discovering quite by accident, she was the editor of the unofficial staff newspaper. She had a great sense of humour, as well as journalistic ability, which few knew about.
It was a great session, leading up to the morning tea break. She gave me a rather potted history of each of the people in the department, pointing out, in her opinion, she added quick, their good and bad points. When I asked her about my colleagues, she was a little more guarded, but I found out enough to satisfy my curiosity.
As she was going, perhaps finally deciding our new working relationship was sufficiently amicable, she asked, “Is there anything going on between you and Katrina?”
I looked at her and smiled. “No. As much as everyone would like it, I’m afraid our only claim to fame is morning tea and lunch on the odd occasion. Still, if people think there is, it won’t matter what I say, will it?”
“No. I’m afraid not. You are up against a strange mentality here.”
“What do you think?”
“Does it matter?”
“It may seem odd to you, but yes.”
“She has the extraordinary quality of bringing people out of themselves. Personally, I believe you. From my experience working for you, I know you are one of the few with integrity. And if you did go off the rails, I wouldn’t hold it against you. This place manages to do it to everyone eventually.”
I deliberately did not go up to the tearoom to see Katrina. Not that I didn’t want to, but I suspected my face would be a little like an open book, and I needed time to get my thoughts and emotions under control.
She came up to see me mid-morning about a minor administrative problem, which could easily be solved over the phone. When she came in, I looked up, a felt a little quickening in my heart rate, but otherwise tried to look normal. The business matter was resolved quickly, but she made no attempt to leave.
“We missed you at tea.”
“Work is piling up.”
“It has nothing to do with us?”
She was direct, and it was as if she could read my thoughts.
“I’m just a bit worried about what people are saying.”
She shook her head. “Whatever for?”
“You should hardly want to have your name linked to mine in having a sordid affair.”
“Sordid, hey? I’ve never had a sordid affair. Is that an offer?”
I felt embarrassed. Normally, I wouldn’t dream of talking to any woman in this manner. “You know what I mean.”
“I think I do, and I’m flattered you have considered my feelings. It’s a rare quality some of your contemporaries should take note of. But you should not give a damn about what anyone thinks. You and I know the truth, so we can have the last laugh on all of them.”
She made it sound all too easy, but I was sure it wasn’t quite the way she put it. We were, unfortunately, up against human nature. For many, it would be impossible to see that we could be just friends. And for me? Or her? Perhaps it should end here.
“Do you seriously think that’s possible?” I looked at her, perhaps for the first time, in a different light. She was quite beautiful, with the look and personality to drive some men to distraction.
I had put my ear to the ground, and she was one of the few women who excited most of the men in this company. One had even told me his secret desires at one management party, such was the lack of serious topics. It angered me that my mind could sink to their level.
“I like you, John. I like you a lot. You’re going to have to make up your own mind about that. I have. What happens from here is up to you.” With that said, she left me in more turmoil than I needed.
For several days, I went home earlier than usual to see if I could sort out some of the problems at home. I took the children aside, one at a time, and had a long talk with them. They thought it was rather novel that I should talk to them at all, but seemed to be willing to give it a chance.
Perhaps it was something I should have done long before this, but it was something that had slipped. Once, when they were young, I spent more time with them. Of course, then I was a lowly clerk, without the pressures of promotion.
How much of our interaction with family was lost as we worked our way up the ladder of success? It was all from a business point of view, not personal, and it was true that the more successful we became in the company, the less successful we were at home.
I had a number of long talks with Joan, taking her to dinner, and spending a weekend away from the children on our own. There was still some of the feeling we had for each other lurking beneath the hostility. At times, we had arguments, but they were less intense, and relations were better.
Our discussions, however, were not on the same level as those I could have with Katrina. Katrina had, in some unimaginable way, opened up a little of me, the real me, I’d not known before.
Whilst we had maintained a relatively platonic relationship, I had set aside any other feelings. We still had the occasional cup of coffee or quick lunch, but it didn’t have the same feel to it, and she’d noticed it but said nothing. I missed her, being with her, expressing my feelings. Being myself, the newly discovered me.
Even Jenny, my new sounding board, said she’d noticed a subtle change. In fact, at the end of one of our morning briefings, she added the observation, “You should not dwell too much on what other people think. If you do, you will always be unhappy.”
I knew what she meant. I leaned back in my chair, hands behind my head, and looked deep into my soul. What did I want? What did I feel? Should I run with it, or run away from it?
I’d known the answer to that long before I picked up the phone.
Discover Majorca’s Hidden Gems: Five Uncharted Adventures in the Balearic Islands
When most travellers imagine Majorca, they picture sun-soaked beaches and bustling resorts like Palma’s famed coastline or the vibrant streets of Magaluf. While these are undeniably iconic, the island’s true magic lies just beyond the well-trodden path. From misty wetlands to ancient ruins, here are five off-the-beaten-path experiences to unearth Majorca’s soul.
1. Sa Calobra & Es Carbó Beach: A Scenic Drive to Seclusion
Tucked between the jagged cliffs of the Serra de Tramuntana mountains and the turquoise Mediterranean lies Sa Calobra, a coastal village so remote that reaching its crown jewel—Es Carbó Beach—feels like a treasure hunt. The journey begins with a hairpin-turn road from Deia, where winding ascents give way to panoramic views.
Why It’s Hidden: While Es Carbó is a postcard-perfect cove, its inaccessibility deters large crowds. The beach is reached via a 30-minute walk down a steep path, but the reward is a secluded spot with crystal-clear waters and soft sands, where you’ll likely have it mostly to yourself.
Pro Tip: Visit in midday or later to avoid the earliest crowds—and don’t forget a picnic. The walk back up is tough, but the views are worth every step!
2. S’Albufera Natural Park: A Tranquil Wetland Escape
Venture inland to Manacor for S’Albufera, a vast wetland often overlooked by tourists but beloved by locals. This marshy haven, once a haven for pirates, is now a UNESCO-recognised site teeming with biodiversity. Herons, flamingos, and wild boars roam freely through lagoons and rice paddies.
Why It’s Hidden: Unlike Majorca’s coastal attractions, S’Albufera offers a meditative, almost otherworldly atmosphere, where you can kayak through still waters or rent a bike to explore rural trails.
Pro Tip: Visit in early spring or fall for optimal birdwatching. The park also hosts cultural festivals celebrating traditional Majorcan crafts and music.
3. Valley de Ses Eres: A Mountain Retreat with Ancient Roots
Overlooked by the Serra de Tramuntana, this serene valley near Lluc is a gateway to Majorca’s past and present. Its rugged landscapes hide old shepherds’ huts and “sa garriga” (wild scrubland) that’s home to wild herbs and fragrant thyme. The highlight is Llac de L’Alfàbia (Alfàbia Lake), a man-made reservoir reflected like a mirror against the hills.
Why It’s Hidden: This valley is a hiker’s paradise but lacks the signage and crowds of more commercialised routes. It’s where locals come to unwind, offering a chance to connect with the island’s pastoral heritage.
Pro Tip: Start your hike at the Monastery of Lluc, a stunning medieval site, and continue to the lake for a picnic. The 360-degree mountain views at sunset are unmatched.
4. Es Castell Winery: Sip on History in Manacor
Majorca’s wine scene is often overshadowed by its beaches, but es Castell—established in 1879—offers a sip of the island’s storied past. This historic winery, once the largest in the Mediterranean, now offers guided tours through its Romanesque cellars and lush vineyards.
Why It’s Hidden: While Palma’s wine bars draw crowds, es Castell remains a quiet cultural gem. Here, you can taste Málaga and Moscatel wines while learning about the island’s Moorish and Roman influences.
Pro Tip: Take the free guided tour and combine your visit with a stroll through Manacor’s charming old town. Picnic on-site with local cheeses and olive oil for a true taste of Majorca.
5. Cúber Waterfalls: An Adventurous Hike Rewarded
Hidden deep in the northern mountains, the Cúber Waterfalls (Cascadas de Cúber) are a 55-minute trek from Banyalbufar. The trail winds through wild olive groves and pine forests before revealing a lush, multi-tiered waterfall crashing into a pool—a perfect refreshment point.
Why It’s Hidden: The hike is well worth the effort, but requires a bit of stamina, keeping the crowds at bay. The waterfall’s natural beauty and the surrounding tranquillity make it one of Majorca’s best-kept secrets.
Pro Tip: Hike in the morning when the trails are cooler, and bring sturdy shoes. Post-hike, stop by Banyalbufar, a quiet village known for its pottery and panoramic views.
Final Thoughts: Let the Road Less Travelled Define Your Majorca Majorca is more than a beach destination—it’s a canvas of mountains, wetlands, and centuries-old stories. By stepping off the tourist trail, you’ll discover the island’s soul: quiet, resilient, and full of surprises. So, park your car, trade the map for a sense of adventure, and let Majorca’s hidden corners leave you in awe.
Got a local favourite? Share your own “road less travelled” tip in the comments below!
Unveiling Cyprus: A Journey Along the Road Less Travelled
Cyprus, with its azure seas, ancient history, and Mediterranean charm, often draws travellers to its bustling resorts and UNESCO-listed sites. But beyond the well-trodden paths lies a lesser-known side of the island—a tapestry of hidden gems, serene landscapes, and rich cultural heritage waiting to be discovered. If you’re seeking adventure off the beaten track, here are five extraordinary experiences that will transform your Cyprus journey into an unforgettable odyssey.
1. Wander Through the Timeless Villages of Omodos
Nestled in the Troodos Mountains, Omodos is a picturesque village that feels like a step back in time. Lined with centuries-old stone houses and terraced olive groves, this UNESCO-recognised hamlet is a haven for those craving tranquillity. Known as a centre for Cypriot winemaking and olive oil production, Omodos offers a glimpse into traditional rural life. Visit the Monastery of Panagia Kanakaria, with its breathtaking 17th-century frescoes, and take a leisurely stroll through the surrounding fields. Tip: Enjoy a local wine tasting at one of the family-run wineries, and don’t miss the village’s annual olive oil festival.
Why It’s Off the Radar: While Omodos is gaining attention among locals, it remains a secret to most international travellers, making it perfect for quiet exploration.
2. Marvel at Stavros tou Athanasiou: The Church of Saint John in the Forest
Tucked between the lush forests of the Troodos Mountains, Stavros tou Athanasiou is a Byzantine gem dating back to the 10th–11th centuries. This UNESCO World Heritage Site is renowned for its stunning frescoes depicting biblical scenes with remarkable vibrancy. The church’s remote location, surrounded by pine trees and the scent of herbs, creates an almost otherworldly atmosphere. Tip: Light a candle to honour Saint John, a local tradition believed to bring blessings, and bring a picnic to savour the serene setting.
Why It’s Hidden: Nestled deep in the wilderness, it’s a 45-minute drive from Limassol, requiring a bit of commitment—exactly what adventurous travellers crave.
3. Escape to Karkarash Dam and Its Bucolic Surroundings
Just west of Nicosia, Karkarash Dam is a hidden oasis that boasts one of Cyprus’s most scenic reservoirs. Framed by olive groves and rolling hills, it’s a peaceful spot for picnics, hiking, or simply soaking in panoramic views. The nearby Ethnological Museum of Avdimou village offers a fascinating look into rural Cypriot life, with relics like old wine presses and traditional tools. Tip: Visit in the spring when wildflowers blanket the area, or in winter for birdwatching opportunities.
Why It’s Under the Radar: Unlike the island’s popular beaches, Karkarash remains a low-key destination, frequented mainly by locals.
4. Walk the Ammochostos Trail’s Valley of the Queens
Stretching across the Ammachosti mountain range, the Ammochostos Trail is a lesser-known hiking route that reveals Cyprus’s ancient past. The Valley of the Queens, part of this trail, is a mystical expanse of rock formations and tombs carved into cliffs—believed to predate even the nearby Valley of the Cyclops. As you trek, imagine the footsteps of merchants and pilgrims who once traversed this path. Tip: Start your hike at the ancient city of Golgoi near Limassol, and pack sturdy shoes—parts of the trail are rocky and unpaved.
Why It’s Secret: While the Ammochostos Trail is technically a historical route, the Valley of the Queens segment is rarely explored by tourists.
5. Discover Lara Beach: The Hidden Emerald Cove
Accessed via a 45-minute hike or a boat tour from Polis Chrysochous, Lara Beach is a secluded paradise in the Akamas Peninsula. Framed by towering cliffs, this crescent of golden sand is fringed by crystal-clear waters—a true hidden gem. The nearby Ghost Forest, a small island with stilted tree trunks rising from the sea, adds a touch of mystery to the experience. Tip: Bring a waterproof bag for your supplies and explore the surrounding coves for snorkelling or diving.
Why It’s Remote: The lack of road access means Lara Beach is one of the island’s best-kept secrets—perfect for privacy-seeking travellers.
Conclusion: Embrace the Uncharted Cyprus is more than just its beaches and resorts—it’s a land of quiet villages, ancient trails, and natural wonders waiting to be uncovered. By straying from the well-worn paths, you’ll discover a side of the island that resonates with history, serenity, and authenticity. So pack your sense of adventure, rent a car, and let Cyprus surprise you with its hidden treasures. The road less travelled promises an unforgettable journey.
Got a favourite offbeat spot in Cyprus? Share it in the comments—we’d love to hear your discoveries!
Writing exercise – Include a love story, a catchy song, and a misunderstanding
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Was it possible that one person could make a difference? Yes!
My head and heart were still reeling the next morning, while battling with the effects of lack of sleep, euphoria was running at an all-time high, and the lyrics of ‘I could have danced all night’ were running through my head.
That night, it had been very hard to get to sleep, my mind going over every detail. Was I writing more into this than there was? Quite likely. I would have to find some way of putting it all into some sort of perspective. We just got along. We were compatible. We were not lovers or candidates for an affair. That was not what I wanted, nor, I’m sure, did Katrina. It had to be business as usual.
I was looking out the window again, down at the many people pouring out of the railway station on their way to work. This morning, I viewed them in a different light, as people who, like I, no doubt had the same struggles, the same feelings, the same highs and lows. No longer did I think I was the only one who could have problems.
Being a bad-tempered, forever-angry manager seemed to be part of the job. It didn’t take long; after I’d assumed the position, I started to fit the mould. I guess, after the last manager, the staff had every right to expect more of the same, and I’m afraid I hadn’t let them down. It wasn’t hard because if you gave them an inch, they took a mile.
I started with all the best intentions. Then, as the rot set in at home, it had a great deal of influence at work. As despondency closed in from all sides, relations on all fronts deteriorated. Amazingly, I could see it all quite clearly, where things had been going wrong. Was it symbolic that the sun came out at that precise moment, bathing me in a shaft of sunlight and warmth through the clouds?
Jenny came in with the morning mail. As was customary, she would put it on the desk, and, if there was anything important, bring it to my attention and leave. I had heard rumours she was less than impressed with me, but it was hard to find anything out. Certainly, most mornings, I didn’t so much as acknowledge her existence.
“How are you this morning?” I turned to catch her just as she was leaving.
She stopped. “Very well, thank you.” Her tone was slightly apprehensive.
“I know it’s probably a little late, but I apologise for being the cranky old bastard in the past, and I have greatly appreciated the work you have been doing for me all this time.”
Her apprehension changed to surprise. “Thank you.”
“And for not going over to Whiteside when they offered it to you.”
“That was easy. You were the lesser of the two evils.”
I smiled, trying to disarm her fears. She looked at me, expecting a trap. I’d also heard about Whiteside. “I guess, in the fullness of time, when they write the history of this place, it will count for something to be known as the ‘lesser of two evils’. But to more important things. What’s really going on in this place?”
It took a while to break down the apprehension. She had every right to be wary, but I finally convinced her that I was not the monster I was made out to be. I also knew, discovering quite by accident, she was the editor of the unofficial staff newspaper. She had a great sense of humour, as well as journalistic ability, which few knew about.
It was a great session, leading up to the morning tea break. She gave me a rather potted history of each of the people in the department, pointing out, in her opinion, she added quick, their good and bad points. When I asked her about my colleagues, she was a little more guarded, but I found out enough to satisfy my curiosity.
As she was going, perhaps finally deciding our new working relationship was sufficiently amicable, she asked, “Is there anything going on between you and Katrina?”
I looked at her and smiled. “No. As much as everyone would like it, I’m afraid our only claim to fame is morning tea and lunch on the odd occasion. Still, if people think there is, it won’t matter what I say, will it?”
“No. I’m afraid not. You are up against a strange mentality here.”
“What do you think?”
“Does it matter?”
“It may seem odd to you, but yes.”
“She has the extraordinary quality of bringing people out of themselves. Personally, I believe you. From my experience working for you, I know you are one of the few with integrity. And if you did go off the rails, I wouldn’t hold it against you. This place manages to do it to everyone eventually.”
I deliberately did not go up to the tearoom to see Katrina. Not that I didn’t want to, but I suspected my face would be a little like an open book, and I needed time to get my thoughts and emotions under control.
She came up to see me mid-morning about a minor administrative problem, which could easily be solved over the phone. When she came in, I looked up, a felt a little quickening in my heart rate, but otherwise tried to look normal. The business matter was resolved quickly, but she made no attempt to leave.
“We missed you at tea.”
“Work is piling up.”
“It has nothing to do with us?”
She was direct, and it was as if she could read my thoughts.
“I’m just a bit worried about what people are saying.”
She shook her head. “Whatever for?”
“You should hardly want to have your name linked to mine in having a sordid affair.”
“Sordid, hey? I’ve never had a sordid affair. Is that an offer?”
I felt embarrassed. Normally, I wouldn’t dream of talking to any woman in this manner. “You know what I mean.”
“I think I do, and I’m flattered you have considered my feelings. It’s a rare quality some of your contemporaries should take note of. But you should not give a damn about what anyone thinks. You and I know the truth, so we can have the last laugh on all of them.”
She made it sound all too easy, but I was sure it wasn’t quite the way she put it. We were, unfortunately, up against human nature. For many, it would be impossible to see that we could be just friends. And for me? Or her? Perhaps it should end here.
“Do you seriously think that’s possible?” I looked at her, perhaps for the first time, in a different light. She was quite beautiful, with the look and personality to drive some men to distraction.
I had put my ear to the ground, and she was one of the few women who excited most of the men in this company. One had even told me his secret desires at one management party, such was the lack of serious topics. It angered me that my mind could sink to their level.
“I like you, John. I like you a lot. You’re going to have to make up your own mind about that. I have. What happens from here is up to you.” With that said, she left me in more turmoil than I needed.
For several days, I went home earlier than usual to see if I could sort out some of the problems at home. I took the children aside, one at a time, and had a long talk with them. They thought it was rather novel that I should talk to them at all, but seemed to be willing to give it a chance.
Perhaps it was something I should have done long before this, but it was something that had slipped. Once, when they were young, I spent more time with them. Of course, then I was a lowly clerk, without the pressures of promotion.
How much of our interaction with family was lost as we worked our way up the ladder of success? It was all from a business point of view, not personal, and it was true that the more successful we became in the company, the less successful we were at home.
I had a number of long talks with Joan, taking her to dinner, and spending a weekend away from the children on our own. There was still some of the feeling we had for each other lurking beneath the hostility. At times, we had arguments, but they were less intense, and relations were better.
Our discussions, however, were not on the same level as those I could have with Katrina. Katrina had, in some unimaginable way, opened up a little of me, the real me, I’d not known before.
Whilst we had maintained a relatively platonic relationship, I had set aside any other feelings. We still had the occasional cup of coffee or quick lunch, but it didn’t have the same feel to it, and she’d noticed it but said nothing. I missed her, being with her, expressing my feelings. Being myself, the newly discovered me.
Even Jenny, my new sounding board, said she’d noticed a subtle change. In fact, at the end of one of our morning briefings, she added the observation, “You should not dwell too much on what other people think. If you do, you will always be unhappy.”
I knew what she meant. I leaned back in my chair, hands behind my head, and looked deep into my soul. What did I want? What did I feel? Should I run with it, or run away from it?
I’d known the answer to that long before I picked up the phone.
Thrills, Spills, and just a dash of Romance 