Breakfast was served in the canvas and glass affair attached to the front of the pansyon. I had some tomato soup. Not my typical morning go-to, but very good indeed. ...
I had planned on staying at Eski Foca. Its jagged black rocks that, when the Meltemi blows, make a howling whine said to be that of the sirens of mythology. ...
Next morning I had a pleasant breakfast of soft boiled eggs, toast and coffee. I asked Theodore if I could negotiate a late check-out. ‘No need’ he said, ‘the room ...
The Hotel Kyma sits on a tiny promontary overlooking the Turkish coast and the harbour of Chios Town. Small but with the faded grandeur of a much bigger establishment. Its ...
Two thirty in the am. Banging on the cabin door. ‘Meester waking up please! Ship is docking!’ Chios! Widely believed to be the birthplace of Homer, I’m not loving you ...
The sun rose on the Saronic Gulf. By the time I’d finished 15 minutes of stretching it was high in the sky and hot. I’d felt it burning my tootsies ...
Reminder to self. Remember the deck number you left your car on. I spent fifteen minutes with the backpack sweating it up and down narrow companionways with everyone else going ...
I was woken at six thirty by passengers disembarking at Igoumenitsa. Another eight hours until we reached Patras. I tossed and turned in the giant bed of my even more ...
