"Next Ferry Out" (why am I not able to create a title?)


Athens is a city much like St. Paul's Midway neighborhood, only much worse by several turns.

Walking down an average street will greet you with stark stories tall concrete apartments next to barred up shops with orange tags on every item next to trash rubble next to stray cat after stray cat. Children vending roses and plastic light up things. Men yelling after you, good deals on this food. Make no mistake, walking Athenian streets is not a pleasant experience.

In the words of a friend, “It’s just so eerie and quiet that you’re sure something shady is going on in the next alley!”

The group – Grant Alia me Daniel Christine – combined our [decision making] powers and decided that we had arrived in Athens a couple thousand years late. After seeing the Acropolis, we booked the next ferry out to the islands.

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The first island on the list was Santorini as it was the furthest away, by a five hour fast ferry. As well, because we were traveling in the tail end of tourist season, it was one of the only operating islands. Santorini looked precisely how I imagined…