This morning I got ready, ate breakfast, went to the post office, bought some pens at the art store, and finished packing all before arriving at the bus stop at 9:30am. I went to the post office to send a package home, so I wouldn’t have to carry it. I was also worried about the gifts breaking in my suitcase. My suitcase does get tossed around by bus drivers, me, people from our group, me, anyone who handles our luggage, and well me. I could only imagine trying to clean honey off my clothes in Greece. Nafplion has a small art store. By small I mean the entire store is smaller than my closet in my apartment in San Diego. I don’t have a giant apartment or anything. I was in desperate need of pens to sketch with. Everyday I have been sketching 5-10 a day. I am running though ink so quickly it is crazy. I wanted to make sure I had enough to last me the rest of the trip.
We left Nafplion, connected to another bus in a parking lot. It sounds random, but this is Greek public transportation. The parking lot bus took us to a small town, where we waited for yet another bus. The last bus was the most eventful. Most buses you buy a ticket, sit down, ride, and get off when it’s your stop. The last bus we were riding for at most 10 km (about 6miles-guestamation). None of us but ‘Nonos’ were able to grab a seat. We had so much luggage, it pored out into the isles. Most of us didn’t pay the 1,60 Euro to ride. The bus driver was yelling at us, but was too frustrated to charge us. I kept falling into the girl sitting in front of me, every time the bus jerked back and forth (which is a lot). Everyone seamed to jump off the bus when we got to the stop. We raced to the ferry 200 meters away, and missed it by seconds. Everyone decided not to wait for the next one in three hours. The thirteen of us split two water taxies(20 Euro a taxi). We ended up beating the ferryboat across the water. It was less than a 10-minute ride. The entire ride I stuck my head out feeling the breeze and the water splashing up. Very Refreshing!
I would like to preference this next paragraph with: Everyone is okay, and no one is hurt. We rented scooters. It is the best way to get around the island. They top out at around 30 miles an hour. The group was going to rent 8 of them and double up. The first couple of us had no trouble renting. ‘Lonely Island’ was the first to encounter difficulties. The manager could immediately see she was uncomfortable and refused to rent a scooter to her. ‘Saint’ and ‘Boots’ rented each of theirs at the same time. Imagine two guys on their bikes side by side. The one on the right says “Follow me to the hotel” and turns left. The one on the right, drives straight into him t-boning him. They definitely crashed, but no one was hurt. No scratches on their person(the bikes were a different story). Not something you want to happen. ‘Boots’ was unable to go out for the rest of the day due to having to deal with paying for the repairs on the scooters (900 Euro). OUCH!
I have to admit, after the ordeal of the crash, riding around was amazing. It was hilly, and every turn seamed to have the best view. We were saying that this place is a motorcycles heaven, but honestly it is more of a scooters heaven. On the roads one doesn’t get to really ride as fast as you would on a motorcycle. I felt we could just drive around for hours with no particular place to go. But of course, we went to the beach. Were in Greece for goodness sake!
At the beach we had under water photo shoots. ‘Mermaid’ brought her waterproof/crash proof/crush proof/drop proof camera. Honestly, it is pretty cool. The pictures it takes are pretty clear, especially because of how clear the water is. If I were to ever get a point and shoot again (which is saying a lot because I LOVE my slr) I would get an indestructible one like that!
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.