Goodbye Greece

Well, I'm about to leave Greece, tomorrow morning to be specific, but a little update of the last week.

I finally managed to get to that island called Tilos, last Tuesday, despite being sold a ticket to a completely different place called Leros. I am still not sure how that happened except that the guy at the agency was a total ass. But I got there, via Rhodes, which was pretty cool I finally got my first day on the beach there.

I got to the island, total deer in the headlights because of a guy from Senegal who would not leave me alone. I walked up to this little wall to check my guide book and heard the first fluent, native English I had heard all day. A man, later I found out his name was Alec, said to his wife, Val, "You really have to know what you are doing and where you are going when you get off that ferry." My immediate and somewhat clever reply was, "Um, excuse me. I don't know what I am doing or where I am going."

They set me up at their hotel, a really fantastic place where it took me, I timed it, 45 seconds to get to the beach. I spent two days on the beach and not doing much other than swimming, reading and walking about this tiny, tiny town. I spent a lot of time with Alec and Val, who were really lovely. They are from Yorkshire and like every other person on the island, it was there millionth visit.

On my last night, I went for a night cap a the one internet-spot/bar and ended up staying for the proprietor's, Kiriakos', Aunt's birthday party. As usual with get-togethers I got to, I was the only person under 60, except for Kiriakos. It was very, very fun anyway.

I came back this morning and was so tired that I have done little other than sleep. I got in at 5:30 am, after an all-nighter and a a terrible night on the boat, and didn't get into my room until noon. I figured I deserved a nap.

So that was Greece. I've really enjoyed my time here. I hope you've enjoyed reading about it.

Off to Sweden tomorrow.