Some days I hit the ground running. I wrote in my blog, packed up my things, and was ready to go. Sadly, my ferry wasn’t going to leave for another 3 hours. I used this time to walk to the old castle and sketch. By the time I was leaving, I knew that I walked on every street at least twice around Corfu Town. Busy Busy Busy.
Around one I headed back to the hotel to pick up my luggage and head for the port. I decided to walk, because I’m frugal. I also don’t have the equivalent of 10 dollars for a taxi. By the time I got to the port, I would have paid $15. The entire walk was in between the giant walls of the New Castle in Corfu providing no shade. It felt like I was walking on the freeway in Bakersfield, California in August. I suddenly remember what it is like to say, “I almost got heat stroke today!” I cant believe I used to go running in this weather and think it was no biggie. I am such a wimp now!
My reservation for the ferry was reserved on a specific line. I went into 3 wrong travel agencies before I found the right one. Keep in mind, the directions from the hotel only stated, ‘opposite from café’. I passed 4 cafes next to the port before I found the correct travel agency.
Corfu has seriously been a great city. One I am certainly going to miss. Corfu Town wanted to say a long goodbye. I was supposed to start boarding the ferry at 2:15 PM and leave by 2:45 pm. Not bad, right? Well, we didn’t start boarding until 3:30. My final destination of today is Zakynthos. But, of course nothing is simple. I have to ride from Corfu to Patra, and Patra to Zakynthos. I was told that on a good day from Corfu to Patra should take 6 hours. I just hope that they are running ferries to Zakynthos by the time we get to Patra.
The family next to me just started watching the Lion King in Greek. I’m going to listen in…
I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.