“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Day 122 – 3rd September, Thursday. Preveza Greece.

Spent most of the morning on the internet, tearing my hair out, trying to make ferry bookings to get us and Bee across the Greek islands to mainland Turkey. Argh. Eventually managed to make reservations in economy class, on a 13 hour night crossing from Athens to Rhodes with no cabin or reserved seats. Followed two days later by a 2 hour, early morning crossing from Rhodes to Marmaris in Turkey. This is one journey I am really not looking forward to. Also recently discovered wild camping is illegal on Rhodes and the only campsite the Island had was closed down in 2003! Happy days.
We found the owner and got him to switch the electricity back on so we could use the washing machine; Our bed sheets and Ants sleeping bag almost climbed in unaided. Gross. Washing machines are a pricey luxury we don’t indulge too often, but I’m so glad now that all the towels are clean and no longer smell like rotting seaweed.

No comments:

Post a Comment