Saturday, September 7, 1991
We finally boarded the ferry and we quickly fell asleep. We arrived at Refina and Anne and I, two gay guys she met, four British, three other Americans were stranded along with one Greek woman. It was almost 0400 and the people at the ticket office had lied to all of us. There were no taxis and the place was deserted. We went to this food stand and asked this kid to call a cab for all of us. He said it was pretty much impossible to get a cab to go to the airport at 0400. The cab drivers don’t want to drive that far. Everyone was complaining because the people at the ticket office had lied about the cabs, the travel time and easy access to the airport.
The Greek woman even tried calling a cab, but she seemed to strike a nerve because she was screaming at the guy and told us she couldn’t believe her people have done this to visitors of her country. She was just as mad as us and seemed to be embarrassed about the whole thing. We were all desperate so we were trying to convince anyone with a car to take us to the airport and we would pay them for the ride. Basically, we were hitchhiking at almost 0400 in the middle of nowhere!!!! The three Americans ran across the street and up one block to stop this car and they got a ride. I left Anne with the others and tried to do the same, but no go.
This guy in a pick-up truck came by and said that if we were still there in about 45 minutes he would take us. At about 0440, the guy in a pick-up truck stopped to get us. All of us, but the two gay guys made it. It was Anne and the two Brits in the back of the truck while the two British girls sat inside. He was driving like 60 mph and it was freezing. The back of the truck was full of packed ice with fish so it was all wet. We were dying to get to the freaken airport. I had visions of us flying across the road and getting killed. After 35 minutes which seemed like days passed, we got to the airport.
The place was packed. I had given the guy 3000 DR and kept 650 DR for the bags we had in storage. Anne went to check with LH and I went to go get the bags. I got there and it was actually 780 DR because it was six days not five. I had to go back to get money from Anne. She only had a $100 bill so to get change was the biggest hassle because we only wanted a couple hundred Drachma. I got the guy to change only $10 so it was fine.
LH said NO! We could only buy a student ticket. As I went to get all the bags, Anne tried with every airline (LH, KLM, BA, and TW) to at least get to London or Frankfurt. Finally, good ole Olympic Airways came to our rescue for the second time on this trip. They said we could buy an ID75 on their non-stop ATH to New York flight for about $200 each. We decided to just do it because the PA flight ATH-FRA-JFK on Sunday was completely booked and we would probably have to buy a ticket in FRA anyways. And if we waited, we would probably have to overnight in LON or FRA and it would costs us about $200.
We got on the flight at the last minute and left to the good ole U. S. of A! We were tired, but happy. Two nights without a bed. The flight was OA425 and it left at 1145 and arrived at JFK at 1430. The flight was good, but we had to sit in the smoking section and it smelled like shit. After we arrived, we went through customs with no problems and caught PA2157 to MIA at 1600. It’s 1710 and Ana wants to write something in MY journal.
“FORGET IT,” she writes in large kid-like letters. We sat in the last row of non-smoking Coach class, which means you got all of the smokers right behind you! She’s pissed about the smoking section and she has the balls to be telling those around us not to smoke in a smoking section.
“We’re going home…we’re going home.”
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Winding down in Mykonos - Friday, September 6, 1991
Friday, September 6, 1991
When we arrrived at the port in Myknos it was 0315 and we expected people to be waiting for us with hotel rooms, but we were sadly mistaken. Everything was either booked or closed and no one was waiting for us. Only the disco at the port was full of drunk dancing people. We wanted to get a cab, but the driver said it would be better to wait until morning to find a place. I’m really not that tired, but a little cold and hungry. It’s 0344 and we’re sitting in the harbor with other lost fools waiting for daybreak. We found a small café in the harbor with some tables and chairs. We organized our little area and sat back to play another round of Scrabble.
Ana won again, but it looks like I am catching up. All I know is that at this exact moment I am freezing my ass off. Finally, the café opened and we had our usual nescafe and croissant. We felt a lot better. After we saw a pretty cool sunrise, I wondered the streets looking for a cheap hotel. For some reason, all of the hotel prices were expensive which reminded me why I did not like Mykonos too much. I finally got a hotel room for 5000 DR called Hotel Alex. The name clinched the deal for me and convinced me it was a good choice. The guy drove us up the hill passed the hotel I stayed at the first time.
It was white with the green shutters and it was a nice, small hotel. One big problem was that we had to walk up a million stairs. Thank God they had a luggage elevator. After we got our room, which was spacious with an incredible view, we settled in and walked down the mountain and rented one big moped. Ana was scared to ride behind me because the moped could easily flip, but I insisted on renting just one. We rode around to some beaches and as we were going up one hill, I wanted to change to first gear and the thing got stuck and we “popped a wheely” and Anne fell back as I held the bike with one hand so it wouldn’t hit anything. I took the key off and bike fell and the headlight broke. Ana scraped her knee and hurt her left foot. I felt bad, but I didn’t do it on purpose. Ana refused to ride the moped again so she spazzed and insisted on a car. We found one for 10000 DR. I didn’t want to, but…
She followed me back to the moped place and I returned it. I had to pay 500 DR for the moped and 1500 DR for the freaken headlight. It sucked, but now we had a car. Ana drove a bit up this hill and the roads were not very good so she spazzed again and she wanted to return the car. I was real upset and pissed, but…We returned the car within 20 minutes and the guy charged us 5000 DR, but Ana’s going to dispute it with the credit card company big time (She better!). After we dropped off the car, we took a bus to some beach and decided not to get off and go to the Olympic Airways (OA) office. We were frustrated because we spent 7000 DR on bullshit and we wanted to leave.
We booked flight to ATH in the evening and checked PA, LH, OA schedule from ATH to FRA. PA didn’t have flight so we had to try to catch a LH flight at 0535 to FRA to get the nonstop FRA-MIA on PA. The only problem was that we had no LH ticket so we basically have to beg so they could let us on the flight. We didn’t buy an OA ticket from Mykonos to ATH to see what we were going to do. We went to the ticket office and found out that there was a ferry at 2230 to Athens’ Refina port. It was not Piraeus which is the main port, but it was the same distance to the airport. We were told it was only a 3-hour ferry ride and that there would be taxis galore waiting for the ferry passengers. We decided to do the ferry because it was cheaper and we didn’t have to spend money on a hotel in ATH. Also, we had more free time to roam Mykonos, shower, and pack for the flight home.
We then ate and walked around the little streets. It was good to forget the horrible day we were having and we discovered there was a Hard Rock Café on the island. We caught a bus to it and it was closed. They allowed us to go inside and have some soft drinks. It was about 1645 and it opened at 1600. They told us it was owned by a Chicago-based company and it was only three months old. Grace Jones and Pete Townsend attended opening night. Also, the British band Curiosity Killed the Cat played on that same night. It looked like all the other Hard Rocks of the world and most of the stuff was from the Beatles. There was a U2 Joshua Tree platinum album frame. The place was nice. On the top of the doorway it read: ACROPOLIS OF ROCK. We took the bus back to the city and walked around some more. We had something to eat, watched the sunset, and took a bus back to the hotel.
We told the guy at the hotel that we had an emergency in the U.S. and we had to leave early. I told him I would pay for full night and he was cool about it. After we showered and packed, Ana and I sat on the balcony. Anne started to cry because it was over. The whole trip was going to be over and we had to get back to LIFE and back to REALITY. She was sad because the opportunity to fly off on a moments notice or to fly free at all was going to end. We were confident things were going to be fine. I calmed her down and comforted her.
When we arrrived at the port in Myknos it was 0315 and we expected people to be waiting for us with hotel rooms, but we were sadly mistaken. Everything was either booked or closed and no one was waiting for us. Only the disco at the port was full of drunk dancing people. We wanted to get a cab, but the driver said it would be better to wait until morning to find a place. I’m really not that tired, but a little cold and hungry. It’s 0344 and we’re sitting in the harbor with other lost fools waiting for daybreak. We found a small café in the harbor with some tables and chairs. We organized our little area and sat back to play another round of Scrabble.
Ana | Alex |
1 LINDO – 14 | 1 VALET – 16 |
2 WENT – 15 | 2 LOOT – 6 |
3 GLEE – 10 | 3 ROUTE – 12 |
4 HAG – 11 | 4 PEAR – 7 |
5 ONE – 6 | 5 EASE – 8 |
6 WIDE – 16 | 6 MOUND - 16 |
7 LEASE – 10 | 7 BOY – 16 |
8 WRATH – 16 | 8 CASA – 7 |
9 WINE – 14 | 9 APPEAR – 27 |
10 SWINE – 16 | 10 VINE – 15 |
11 BAGS – 14 | 11 OUST – 5 |
12 BYE – 16 | 12 FIG – 9 |
13 OUR – 3 | 13 RID – 10 |
14 IDIOT – 8 | 14 JET – 20 |
15 PASSED | 15 TEA – 5 |
16 SEND – 12 | 16 DIPS – 21 |
17 TEAK – 10 | 17 HE – 9 |
18 AX – 9 | 18 AM – 4 |
19 OR – 3 | 19 – 16 for R, C, Q, I, R |
20 POT – 9 | |
21 NO/GO – 7 | |
22 –11 for Z and L | |
TOTAL: 208 | TOTAL: 197 |
Ana won again, but it looks like I am catching up. All I know is that at this exact moment I am freezing my ass off. Finally, the café opened and we had our usual nescafe and croissant. We felt a lot better. After we saw a pretty cool sunrise, I wondered the streets looking for a cheap hotel. For some reason, all of the hotel prices were expensive which reminded me why I did not like Mykonos too much. I finally got a hotel room for 5000 DR called Hotel Alex. The name clinched the deal for me and convinced me it was a good choice. The guy drove us up the hill passed the hotel I stayed at the first time.
It was white with the green shutters and it was a nice, small hotel. One big problem was that we had to walk up a million stairs. Thank God they had a luggage elevator. After we got our room, which was spacious with an incredible view, we settled in and walked down the mountain and rented one big moped. Ana was scared to ride behind me because the moped could easily flip, but I insisted on renting just one. We rode around to some beaches and as we were going up one hill, I wanted to change to first gear and the thing got stuck and we “popped a wheely” and Anne fell back as I held the bike with one hand so it wouldn’t hit anything. I took the key off and bike fell and the headlight broke. Ana scraped her knee and hurt her left foot. I felt bad, but I didn’t do it on purpose. Ana refused to ride the moped again so she spazzed and insisted on a car. We found one for 10000 DR. I didn’t want to, but…
She followed me back to the moped place and I returned it. I had to pay 500 DR for the moped and 1500 DR for the freaken headlight. It sucked, but now we had a car. Ana drove a bit up this hill and the roads were not very good so she spazzed again and she wanted to return the car. I was real upset and pissed, but…We returned the car within 20 minutes and the guy charged us 5000 DR, but Ana’s going to dispute it with the credit card company big time (She better!). After we dropped off the car, we took a bus to some beach and decided not to get off and go to the Olympic Airways (OA) office. We were frustrated because we spent 7000 DR on bullshit and we wanted to leave.
We booked flight to ATH in the evening and checked PA, LH, OA schedule from ATH to FRA. PA didn’t have flight so we had to try to catch a LH flight at 0535 to FRA to get the nonstop FRA-MIA on PA. The only problem was that we had no LH ticket so we basically have to beg so they could let us on the flight. We didn’t buy an OA ticket from Mykonos to ATH to see what we were going to do. We went to the ticket office and found out that there was a ferry at 2230 to Athens’ Refina port. It was not Piraeus which is the main port, but it was the same distance to the airport. We were told it was only a 3-hour ferry ride and that there would be taxis galore waiting for the ferry passengers. We decided to do the ferry because it was cheaper and we didn’t have to spend money on a hotel in ATH. Also, we had more free time to roam Mykonos, shower, and pack for the flight home.
We then ate and walked around the little streets. It was good to forget the horrible day we were having and we discovered there was a Hard Rock Café on the island. We caught a bus to it and it was closed. They allowed us to go inside and have some soft drinks. It was about 1645 and it opened at 1600. They told us it was owned by a Chicago-based company and it was only three months old. Grace Jones and Pete Townsend attended opening night. Also, the British band Curiosity Killed the Cat played on that same night. It looked like all the other Hard Rocks of the world and most of the stuff was from the Beatles. There was a U2 Joshua Tree platinum album frame. The place was nice. On the top of the doorway it read: ACROPOLIS OF ROCK. We took the bus back to the city and walked around some more. We had something to eat, watched the sunset, and took a bus back to the hotel.
We told the guy at the hotel that we had an emergency in the U.S. and we had to leave early. I told him I would pay for full night and he was cool about it. After we showered and packed, Ana and I sat on the balcony. Anne started to cry because it was over. The whole trip was going to be over and we had to get back to LIFE and back to REALITY. She was sad because the opportunity to fly off on a moments notice or to fly free at all was going to end. We were confident things were going to be fine. I calmed her down and comforted her.
I forgot to write that I had called Aya earlier in the day and that I was probably going to go home the next day and that I was tired of being tired. That’s what I told Anne and that we needed to get back. We have some degree of responsibility or at least I have this huge one that I must live up to. When I get back home, if Pan Am isn’t waiting for me with open arms, I am ready to move on. It’s time. I’ve seen more and been to more places that I could ever dream of, but then again if a job is waiting for me at another company or at Pan Am, I will take it. Also, going to F.I.U. first thing on Monday morning is another option. Perhaps, I could finally finish. I know I will finish that so it doesn’t worry me if I do it the following year. Anne was still very upset, but how can I convince her that everything was going to be OK? What if it is not? Then what? All you could do is take this experience that we have shared with each other and our friends and treasure it. It was unbelievable what we accomplished and what we saw. Nothing will ever come close to it in terms of experiences and that is something that I will always be grateful for.
What I meant by telling Aya that I was tired of being tired was that I need to be in one place long enough so I could eat and sleep properly. I would continue this trip through December, but there were many things left undone back home. This trip and experience was one of the best if not THE best. I saw and learned so much. Just the Russian situation was worth it. It was incredible that I was there and that one day I would tell my grandkids about it.
Maybe that’s one thing I wanted in all of this. I want to be able to say I did something completely irrational, unexpected, crazy, and lived through it. It’s something big and I know it will stay with me forever. On this trip, I saw the Soviet Union, Czechoslavoskia, Turkey, Egypt, and Greece. It’s something I will carry with me forever. Also, being with Anne 24 hours a day for over 21 days wasn’t too bad. It was great waking up next to her and falling asleep next to her. This was trip was good and bad for us. Bad because we fought over little things, but good because we still talk stupid, we experienced each other 24/7, and that I love her. It’s amazing to sit on the balcony with her and feel like we are supposed to be there together. It was great. It seems like I am concluding this journal, but the trip is not over.
What I meant by telling Aya that I was tired of being tired was that I need to be in one place long enough so I could eat and sleep properly. I would continue this trip through December, but there were many things left undone back home. This trip and experience was one of the best if not THE best. I saw and learned so much. Just the Russian situation was worth it. It was incredible that I was there and that one day I would tell my grandkids about it.
Maybe that’s one thing I wanted in all of this. I want to be able to say I did something completely irrational, unexpected, crazy, and lived through it. It’s something big and I know it will stay with me forever. On this trip, I saw the Soviet Union, Czechoslavoskia, Turkey, Egypt, and Greece. It’s something I will carry with me forever. Also, being with Anne 24 hours a day for over 21 days wasn’t too bad. It was great waking up next to her and falling asleep next to her. This was trip was good and bad for us. Bad because we fought over little things, but good because we still talk stupid, we experienced each other 24/7, and that I love her. It’s amazing to sit on the balcony with her and feel like we are supposed to be there together. It was great. It seems like I am concluding this journal, but the trip is not over.
Fab's Ferry Ordeal and Vomit-Man Cab Ride - Wednesday, September 4, 1991
Wednesday, September 4, 1991
We woke up at 1000 and got ready. We had continental breakfast at the hotel restaurant, Fab bought a ticket for the 1915 ferry back to Athens (she was going back home for her cousin’s wedding), Ana and I bought ferry ticket to Paros to leave tomorrow at 0900, Ana called home, we changed to a double room (#39), and we all went to the beach. It was a short three-minute walk from hotel and the day was awesome.
I am sitting on the beach writing in this journal. There us a mountain to my left and I am laying on a sun bed on top of black sand. The wind makes the heat bearable so it’s not so bad. The water is freezing and at exactly 1527 we are leaving to go eat something. We ate the usual Greek fare: gyros, fries, and coke. I could live on this gyros. After a late lunch, we went back to hotel so Fab could shower and leave for the port. She was going to Piraeus (ATH) at 1915, but the hotel was taking her at about 1730.
A while later, I asked Anne if Fab had taken her credit cards from the money belt we all shared. Anne opened the money belt and realized that Fab had forgotten everything: passport, Pan Am ID, credit cards, and self-write ticket. The girl had nothing so Anne and I got dressed and asked the hotel people to take us to the port as fast as they can. An old husband & wife took us speeding down to the port. Anne and I were rushing out of the car and onto the ferry to look for Fab, but there was no sign of her. We even paged her on the loud speaker. She was NOT there!
After not finding her on the ship and in the port area, Anne realized she must have gone back to the hotel. As we were going back to the hotel, we see Fab getting out of a taxi. She finally showed up and it cost her like 2200 Drachma and we had to give her another 700 DR so she can take her stuff out of the ATH airport storage. We were quite tired of the running around.
After this ordeal which was straight out of yet another movie, Anne and I took a 2000 Drachma cab ride to Oia to watch the sunset and go to dinner. We got there just in time. After we wondered the streets looking for a café, nothing peaked our interest. We found a place and after sitting down, we realized they did not accept credit cards. We felt embarrassed and ordered OJ and a beer. We left to find a credit card accepting restaurant in the form of a place called Neptune’s.
It was on the roof-top patio of some shops and it was freezing cold. The service sucked because it was so slow. It reminded me of Egypt. I ordered spaghetti with veal and Ana ordered a Greek salad. Ana was surprised I ordered veal, but I wanted to try something new. After dinner, we left to catch a 2230 bus back to Thira to go to Perissa. Anne was scared to go on the bus because the old man driver seemed drunk crazy and we had to travel on narrow cliff-laden roads. She wanted to take a cab. I was a little upset because the difference in price was a lot (2000 DR compared to 600 DR for the cab). Not much of a difference, but we were counting pennies at that point and the Fab ordeal did not help, but I later understood where she was coming from as she was just plain scared of the drivers.
We took a cab and on the way to Thira, we had unexpected guests in the cab with us. After we get in the cab, the driver advises us that he had to pick up two other people at a house off the main road. We waited outside this house for like 10 minutes. Suddenly, this man and woman come out of the house and the man did not look very good. He was slouching over and the lady had a glass in her hand which was probably a drink. She got in the back seat with Anne and I, and he got in the front. She was directly behind him holding his head up as he moaned and groaned. We thought he was drunk sick and ready to throw up. We were sort of grossing out at the thought of huge chunks flying around inside the car like a blender.
Suddenly, the sick man told the driver to stop the car and asked Anne or I to get in the front seat so he could sit next to the woman. Anne got out of the car and sat in the front. As the ride continued, the woman started asking me questions about where we were staying, where we were from, etc. I asked what the hell was wrong with him. Here’s the story: He had gotten sick the night before and had been throwing up blood ever since. They thought it would pass, but it had not. So, he had to go to the hospital in Thira because the one doctor in Oia was working his 24-hour shift in Thira. I then turned to the glass in her hand and it contained a sample of his bloody vomit. I was like great if the car tips over or swerves a bit I will get showered with his ultimate back wash. I was not happy. Silence filled the air until we got to the hospital. They ran out of the car as fast as they could and we wished them luck. We got to the hotel, showered, packed, and zonked. In the middle of the night, I woke up with the biggest stomach pains and threw up my whole dinner inside the bathtub and had gobs of liquid diarrhea. It reaked of veal. I would not eat veal for a long time. I hope my body stabilizes and that will not happen until I am stable and eating consisent meals.
We woke up at 1000 and got ready. We had continental breakfast at the hotel restaurant, Fab bought a ticket for the 1915 ferry back to Athens (she was going back home for her cousin’s wedding), Ana and I bought ferry ticket to Paros to leave tomorrow at 0900, Ana called home, we changed to a double room (#39), and we all went to the beach. It was a short three-minute walk from hotel and the day was awesome.
I am sitting on the beach writing in this journal. There us a mountain to my left and I am laying on a sun bed on top of black sand. The wind makes the heat bearable so it’s not so bad. The water is freezing and at exactly 1527 we are leaving to go eat something. We ate the usual Greek fare: gyros, fries, and coke. I could live on this gyros. After a late lunch, we went back to hotel so Fab could shower and leave for the port. She was going to Piraeus (ATH) at 1915, but the hotel was taking her at about 1730.
A while later, I asked Anne if Fab had taken her credit cards from the money belt we all shared. Anne opened the money belt and realized that Fab had forgotten everything: passport, Pan Am ID, credit cards, and self-write ticket. The girl had nothing so Anne and I got dressed and asked the hotel people to take us to the port as fast as they can. An old husband & wife took us speeding down to the port. Anne and I were rushing out of the car and onto the ferry to look for Fab, but there was no sign of her. We even paged her on the loud speaker. She was NOT there!
After not finding her on the ship and in the port area, Anne realized she must have gone back to the hotel. As we were going back to the hotel, we see Fab getting out of a taxi. She finally showed up and it cost her like 2200 Drachma and we had to give her another 700 DR so she can take her stuff out of the ATH airport storage. We were quite tired of the running around.
After this ordeal which was straight out of yet another movie, Anne and I took a 2000 Drachma cab ride to Oia to watch the sunset and go to dinner. We got there just in time. After we wondered the streets looking for a café, nothing peaked our interest. We found a place and after sitting down, we realized they did not accept credit cards. We felt embarrassed and ordered OJ and a beer. We left to find a credit card accepting restaurant in the form of a place called Neptune’s.
It was on the roof-top patio of some shops and it was freezing cold. The service sucked because it was so slow. It reminded me of Egypt. I ordered spaghetti with veal and Ana ordered a Greek salad. Ana was surprised I ordered veal, but I wanted to try something new. After dinner, we left to catch a 2230 bus back to Thira to go to Perissa. Anne was scared to go on the bus because the old man driver seemed drunk crazy and we had to travel on narrow cliff-laden roads. She wanted to take a cab. I was a little upset because the difference in price was a lot (2000 DR compared to 600 DR for the cab). Not much of a difference, but we were counting pennies at that point and the Fab ordeal did not help, but I later understood where she was coming from as she was just plain scared of the drivers.
We took a cab and on the way to Thira, we had unexpected guests in the cab with us. After we get in the cab, the driver advises us that he had to pick up two other people at a house off the main road. We waited outside this house for like 10 minutes. Suddenly, this man and woman come out of the house and the man did not look very good. He was slouching over and the lady had a glass in her hand which was probably a drink. She got in the back seat with Anne and I, and he got in the front. She was directly behind him holding his head up as he moaned and groaned. We thought he was drunk sick and ready to throw up. We were sort of grossing out at the thought of huge chunks flying around inside the car like a blender.
Suddenly, the sick man told the driver to stop the car and asked Anne or I to get in the front seat so he could sit next to the woman. Anne got out of the car and sat in the front. As the ride continued, the woman started asking me questions about where we were staying, where we were from, etc. I asked what the hell was wrong with him. Here’s the story: He had gotten sick the night before and had been throwing up blood ever since. They thought it would pass, but it had not. So, he had to go to the hospital in Thira because the one doctor in Oia was working his 24-hour shift in Thira. I then turned to the glass in her hand and it contained a sample of his bloody vomit. I was like great if the car tips over or swerves a bit I will get showered with his ultimate back wash. I was not happy. Silence filled the air until we got to the hospital. They ran out of the car as fast as they could and we wished them luck. We got to the hotel, showered, packed, and zonked. In the middle of the night, I woke up with the biggest stomach pains and threw up my whole dinner inside the bathtub and had gobs of liquid diarrhea. It reaked of veal. I would not eat veal for a long time. I hope my body stabilizes and that will not happen until I am stable and eating consisent meals.
Trek to Santorini, Greece (favorite place in the world) - Monday, September 2, 1991
Monday, September 2, 1991
Well we spent Labor Day trying to get to Athens (ATH). We left LXR at 1030 and got to CAI at 1130 and tried to use ticket on an Ethiopian Airlines (ET) flight leaving to ATH at 1500, but no luck. The lady told us it was only valid on Olympic Airways (OA). I finally went to OA (took a cab to their office in the other terminal) and got the tickets endorsed to either ET or Egypt Air (MS). ET said no again so we went on MS flight leaving at 1800 and got to ATH at 2000. The flight was good because we were finally going to Greece. It was my second time and first time for Ana and Fab.
We changed, left some more stuff in storage, and took bus to the Piraeus port to catch an 2345 ferry to Thira (aka Santorini aka Summer Lovers location). The ferry ride costs like $14 per person. We ate and waited for the ferry which was like two hours late. It finally came so we left for Thira, one of my favorite places in the world. We slept in these pullman-like seats (i.e. airplane seats). Ana and I hogged up one full row so it wasn’t that bad. The ferry stopped in Paros, Ios, Thira, and then it continued to Heraklion in Crete. We slept the whole 10 hours and finally got to Santorini.
Well we spent Labor Day trying to get to Athens (ATH). We left LXR at 1030 and got to CAI at 1130 and tried to use ticket on an Ethiopian Airlines (ET) flight leaving to ATH at 1500, but no luck. The lady told us it was only valid on Olympic Airways (OA). I finally went to OA (took a cab to their office in the other terminal) and got the tickets endorsed to either ET or Egypt Air (MS). ET said no again so we went on MS flight leaving at 1800 and got to ATH at 2000. The flight was good because we were finally going to Greece. It was my second time and first time for Ana and Fab.
We changed, left some more stuff in storage, and took bus to the Piraeus port to catch an 2345 ferry to Thira (aka Santorini aka Summer Lovers location). The ferry ride costs like $14 per person. We ate and waited for the ferry which was like two hours late. It finally came so we left for Thira, one of my favorite places in the world. We slept in these pullman-like seats (i.e. airplane seats). Ana and I hogged up one full row so it wasn’t that bad. The ferry stopped in Paros, Ios, Thira, and then it continued to Heraklion in Crete. We slept the whole 10 hours and finally got to Santorini.
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