“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

Monday, 21 September 2009

Day 133 - 14th September, Monday, Athens.

Yet again bitten on the face, both arms and both feet during the night by the one mosquito which Ant has now squashed on the ceiling.

Took the bus into town followed by a metro across town to find the travel agents office to collect our ferry tickets. Struggled to find even the road, but eventually found it on the second floor of a well hidden building behind a church. Relieved, we decided to skip the acropolis and spent the afternoon eating and drinking in the Hard Rock Cafe instead. Perfect.

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