Showing posts with label lagoon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lagoon. Show all posts

Friday, 17 November 2023

The Gondolas of Venice

We've nipped in and out of Venice a few times either whilst staying at nearby Lake Garda, or on cruises up the Adriatic Sea.

So as part of the series featuring ships, boats and any other watercraft (not enough photos of rafts yet - sorry!) this article will take a pictorial look at Venice's unique form of transport: the gondola.

They can be found at boarding stations around the main island, but the most famous one is probably this one that sits facing the lagoon just close to St Marks Square.

I'm not sure of the current cost, but the cost is normally for the gondola and gondolier, rather than per passenger. They seat six people, so going as a group works out cheaper, though less romantically perhaps, than for a couple.

From here you can take a number of routes. Although they are a slender and somewhat fragile-looking craft, they do venture out into the lagoon.

But first we'll head up the side of the Doge's Palace and sail under the famous Bridge of Sighs.

This is looking over the stern of the gondola. The gondolier stands on a platform, usually with a bit of carpet to protect the craft. There are lots of different types of wood involved in the making of a gondola and they cost a significant amount of money. This was during our first trip to Venice and our fellow travellers, Kell and his wife Denise, were from New Zealand.

Alternatively, from this same station you can head out into the swell of the Venetian lagoon.

I suspect this is reserved for relatively calm days. I'm not sure I'd like to be tossed about in one of these things, with some quite large boats, water buses, and (at that time) cruise ships whizzing up and down, creating ridges of waves from their bows.

And so, whilst this looks impressive, in reality we have turned to head for the Bridge of Sighs and what you see in the background is one of the other islands opposite St Marks Square!

And so into the canals of Venice. Narrow, crowded sometimes, with some low bridges most of which are themselves crowded with people watching your every move...

Every now and then you come across a pile of gondolas, heading to their designated boarding points to drop off one set of passengers and take on another.

Not all gondoliers can speak English - I say this only because we met up with some fellow travellers who were most indignant that their gondolier could not speak with them. Needless to say these same passengers were not feeling in the slightest bit guilty because they couldn't speak Italian...

Most gondolas have quite a bit of artwork from wooden raised fretwork on the boat's panels to miniature paintings like this one.

It follows that gondoliers are quite proud and protective of their craft. We were on this one during our second visit and a young girl put her feet up on the exquisitely embroidered seat cushion, bringing a sharp rebuke from the gondolier. I couldn't blame him - well maybe for the glare he gave me because he thought I was her father, but she was travelling with her mother alone...

A gondola about to disappear under one of the many bridges. Some of these are a bit strange - you expect a bridge to lead from a street on one side of a canal to a continuation of the street on the other side, but some just go into the entrance of a shop and you have to turn back!

As you can tell from this one, space on the canals is at a premium and not all canal users are in a craft as narrow as a gondola!

Traffic jams can be common and it is amazing how easily the gondoliers steer their long craft around and between each other with just a single long oar.

The other tool in their trade is to scoot against the wall of the canal with a spare foot. By which I mean the one they are not resting their weight on... they don't literally have a spare foot.

Whilst on the canals there are some lovely little architectural features to look out for. Iron grill work on windows, doorways and private moorings, bridges and all sorts of things.

"Duck!!!" How they manage to avoid banging their heads day in and day out is a mystery. Don't look backwards when approaching a bridge is a good maxim!

Whoops! Traffic jam! You do get them. It's not only gondolas or motor boats using the canals, all manner of goods have to be delivered this way as well so there are the occasional large barges and sometimes it can take several minutes to get around the next corner.

Coming around one corner, the canal joins a wider thoroughfare and we have reached the Grand Canal.

Ahead we can see the Rialto Bridge. This is the second most popular tourist spot after St Marks Square and the narrow streets between the two are furnished with plenty of direction signs pointing one way to Rialto and the other to San Marco.

There is another large gondola station here where you can pick up a ride in the shadow of the bridge.

In between trips the gondoliers can chat to friends and grab a coffee from one of the many cafes along the stretch of the canal.

The view from the Rialto Bridge looking further up the Grand Canal.

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Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Aghios Nikolaos

Sunday 23 August 2009. The coach brought us back to the port of Aghios Nikolaos and we went on board to have some lunch and then dragged ourselves off the gangplank again in the afternoon despite the temptation of the Horizon Bar because I knew I couldn't disappoint my readers... Or something like that!

The ship was moored so close to the town and shops that we could literally step off and then straight into the tourist area. Aghios Nikolaos means Saint Nicholas. Apart from the Christmas association he is patron saint of both Greece and sailors so it's not all that much of an unexpected name for a coastal town in Greece!

Fran chose a shop and we went inside. Zorba the Greek type music was playing, making me want to link arms with someone and dance. The shop's owner must have seen it in my face because he came out to chat and swap stories whilst Fran was choosing thimbles and fridge magnets. His English was a little halting and yet he still launched into a story about his diet and how he used to be 110 kilos... Now bearing in mind that I'm still a stones and pounds man and haven't yet been converted to metric it would have been confusing enough. Trying to sort it out from a Greek accent was making me glaze over...

We walked around the harbour which is built up on two sides with the others being the sea and the dock where the ship was moored. There was a chap with a spear gun scuba diving, swimming over the rocks at the bottom of the harbour and we watched him for a while but nothing came to eat him and we tired of it rather quickly.

Looking up the side streets from the harbour invariably presented us with a view of a steep slope heading upwards. When we run out of flat bits we'll head up one...

An old galleon style sailing ship was moored up opposite our ship and turned out to be a cafe/bar when we got closer to it and was deserted apart from its young owners or operators.

We came across this ancient column, broken off and mounted decoratively on the pavement at the meeting place of two flights of steps leading up the considerable slope away from the harbour.

I spent half an hour doodling whilst Miss Franny went off to look at even more shops. I finished this off later when we got back on the ship and I had something long and cool standing by me...

We ran out of interesting bits along the stretch of coast and doubled back on ourselves to head towards a road bridge which separated the harbour from a lagoon. The scuba diver still had a full compliment of arms and legs and was so complacent that he was diving further down than his snorkel could cope with and returned to the surface with a spout of water like a whale... Whatever floats your boat, I say - but I'm pretty sure I'll go through life without blowing water out of my snorkel thank you very much!

We came to the road bridge and turned right to have a look at the lagoon. It's described as a "bottomless" lagoon. It is volcanic in origin, the water filling a sunken chamber and even Jacques Cousteau and his team were unable to find the bottom when they tried. Our first glimpse of it was found by looking through the cafe/bars lining it.

Along two edges of the lagoon are the cafes and shops and along the inland edge of the lagoon is a park. Pleasure boats line the edges alongside the bars and restaurants and souvenir shops. It was a very pleasant place to be.

We walked round half of the lagoon and left it to climb up into the main shopping streets of Aghios Nikolaos.

Some of the slopes are so steep that they are steps! We spend some time looking round the main streets and then return to the ship and submit to the pampering attention of Karen and Raquel in the Horizon bar. The ship sails at six o'clock and we settle down for the overnight trip towards Turkey and the port of Kusadasi.

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