Postcards
Kabak
Friday, 7 July 2006
Having enjoyed two sensational nights in Faralya, we were reluctant to miss "mamma's dinner" the next night, but another adventure called. We left our packs at George House and with nothing more
Faralya
Wednesday, 5 July 2006
After a week with John on that special hunk of Mediterranean rock known as Symi, i bid my short, hairy father adieu and crossed a border that is undemanding in distance but perilous in political
Greece
Tuesday, 27 June 2006
Watch out! A small greco-swede from the antipodes is once again sitting at a far-flung keyboard and composing 'postcards' that are far too long for the myspace generation's attention spans ......
Next Wave
Sunday, 2 April 2006
The Commonwealth Games here in Melbourne brought thousands of athletes and officials to town. It also brought a bevy of pin-wearing, aqua-clad volunteers who over-eagerly pointed people in random
Tasmania
Friday, 27 January 2006
A recipe for adventure:
Take one small Carl Nilsson-Polias, add a pinch of Anna and Ross Kingston, simmer for fifteen minutes slowly stirring in a cup of Robin Tatlow-Lord and serve with an eye-
Melbourne 6
Sunday, 16 October 2005
Needless to say, it’s been a bloody long time since I wrote a postcard. It doesn’t mean I love you any less, it’s just that writing about one’s activities becomes harder and harder the more everyday
Brisbane
Saturday, 18 June 2005
The first semester of my little acting course has come and gone and I'm now enjoying the wondrous novelty of a holiday ... in Brisbane.
More specifically, in the West End of Brisbane because, let's
Melbourne 5
Tuesday, 10 May 2005
It's been all quiet on the postcard front for a few weeks now, and for those of you who were privy to my travel epistles, you know that that's an unprecedented era of silence for this verbose little
Melbourne 4.5
Thursday, 14 April 2005
Another little update for those who care about how i spend my spare time. In other words, i'm writing this for my mum and the rest of you are just eavesdropping.
Monday
Paul Kelly dropped into the
Melbourne 4
Wednesday, 6 April 2005
So you've heard about my voice classes ("find a moment with the balloon" would be a characteristic sound bite) and you might even have begun to grasp the finer points of the school's kinaesthetic
Melbourne 3
Sunday, 13 March 2005
The common hearsay and grapevine rumours suggest that drama schools are all about tearing young actors apart and then building them back up again in a certain image. It makes them all sound terribly
Melbourne 2
Thursday, 17 February 2005
So what happens at drama school? What goes into making young wannabes into well-trained, well-prepared artists ready to tackle any role on any stage with any audience? Well, learning Ukrainian frog
Melbourne
Friday, 28 January 2005
"Sing to me O Muse ..." That's right people, your wandering Odysseus is back with another postcard from the edge of the world. Well, that's a tad over-dramatic but I've never been frightened of
Rodos and Madrid
Thursday, 29 July 2004
Greek-style
The last few days we spent on Rodos largely involved being at the beach and being horrified by the parade of flesh that passed before our salty eyes. But we did also have time to meet
Rodos
Monday, 19 July 2004
The Aunt, the Blood, the Shrimp and his Tailor
On Sunday morning we went for a visit to our ‘Aunt’ Irene. A feisty character from a Kazantzakis novel if ever there was one, Irene is the same age as
Symi
Saturday, 17 July 2004
I’m in Paradise.
And no, I’m not talking about the rather un-Eden-like suburb in Adelaide. I’m talking about Symi.
I’m not going to bandy about superlatives because the fact is that I haven’t been
Greece
Friday, 9 July 2004
We’re in Greece. And finally I can fill these emails with stereotypes, ethnic jokes and misanthropic anecdotes with complete impunity. Why? Because, according to the birth certificate and an
The Louvre
Friday, 2 July 2004
Recommended listening while reading this email (I’m going all “new media” here, put me in the Pompidou!):
The Louvre
I’m almost at the point where I need to
Paris 2
Thursday, 1 July 2004
The following pithy anecdote will be assisted by a preface for those of you not closely associated with the dynamics of my family. There is a running joke that my father, John, with whom I am
Dorfen and Paris
Sunday, 27 June 2004
I should have mentioned in my previous email the joy of travelling by train from Cesky Krumlov to Dorfen. After my encounter with the siren of Kaplice, we had another very quick stop in the city of
Czech Republic
Friday, 25 June 2004
Olomouc was a great little find. Totally untouristed, good food, big student population etc etc. The whole God-fearing hostel thing was explained to me by a local graphic designer ... apparently
Prague, Krakow and Olomouc
Sunday, 20 June 2004
So we got ourselves a place to stay in Prague. We got a more centrally located place the next day.
Prague is a gorgeous city ... very interesting, nice and picturesque (to use three of the most
Riga and Prague
Sunday, 13 June 2004
In our last postcard, we mentioned a very cool little cafe in Tallinn that was recommended to us by a local hip young thing. We ended up going there constantly for the four days we were there and
Tallinn
Tuesday, 8 June 2004
I arrived in Tallinn, Estonia after an overnight bus journey from St Petersburg on Saturday morning to find myself in the midst of preparations for the city's major summer event ... a Olde Worlde
St Petersburg
Thursday, 3 June 2004
St Petersburg, Petrograd, Leningrad, St Petersburg. Whatever it may have been called, it's been here since 1703 (they had the city birthday last Thursday) when Peter the Great decided he wanted a
Helsinki and St Petersburg
Tuesday, 1 June 2004
In this email: Buskers. Drunk men playing cards in childrens' playground in the middle of the afternoon. The best toilet in Helsinki. And so much more.
Buskers in Helsinki rock my sweet little
Helsinki 2
Saturday, 29 May 2004
Right, a few more observations and jolly anecdotes that i forgot to share las time round. It's gone all drizzly and overcast here, it's too early for anything to be open apart from the Swedish
Helsinki
Friday, 28 May 2004
Disclaimer: irony is difficult to transmit over email, read with care.
Finland, finland, finland! Sure you've heard Monty Python sing about it and your mobile phone might have been designed here
Travels and travails. A collection of the postcards that I send home from time to time.
All writings © Carl Nilsson-Polias, 2006.