We woke up before the sun is up, took the train to Piraeus and hopped onto a ferry boat.
There were vendors sellings Greek giant donuts for breakfast at the entrance of the ferry. Vehicles were queuing up to find their cozy spot in the ferry for the next 7-9 hours of sea journey. We went up the escalator.
We booked a slightly more expensive ticket that allocates us seat numbers. The cheapest ticket is really cheap and you are free to find seats where you can and make them yours within the public and dining areas. We thought, hey, it’s a long journey! We want to be comfortable in seats that recline. We don’t want to end up near the toilet or out on the open deck and freeze our noses off. Pay a little more and we’ll be that much more comfortable. Here’s the difference between the seats that we paid for on the left and the free seating on the right.
We should had got the cheapest ticket.
A couple of smart/ignorant/lucky travelers captured in the picture above paid for the cheapest ticket and made themselves comfortable here. Nobody checks anyway. Just so long you don’t ‘ignorantly’ walk into the Business class at the front of the boat.
It took us quite some effort and time just to reach Fira, where our home for the next 3 days is, on the island. We took a bus from the ferry terminal to the city centre, where we can count the number of people in it with our ten fingers. We were helpless there and tried to ask for direction. Finally we found a woman who could speak a little English and thought that she should take a cab to our accommodation. Our bags were heavy (even though I had left a chunk of our shopping back in our hostel in Athens) and neither of us had ever been on the island, so we took the advise, got on the cab and got off it 3 minutes later.
Not that it was an ill advise, but given our situation then, we could had got lost for more than 30 minutes there had we tried to find the place on foot. We were just glad that we could get our backpacks off our back and soak in the sight in front of us.
The staff in charge of the place (who insisted that he isn’t the owner) fetched us from the gate and brought us to the reception. While trying to catch our breaths, we found out that he could had picked us up from the ferry terminal and brought us here. Why didn’t we call him?
We forgave ourselves pretty fast for all that lost time trying to find our way back at the city centre because we were so pleased with what we saw from then on.
After the meal, Dog no.1 was gone. I saw her wandered up the alley beside the tavern and we saw this as an open window to shake off our friendly escort.
We went back to our room, and while bushyhead showered, I went out for a nice night walk.
We let the cat out eventually when it started scratching the door. Unfortunately, Dog no.1 came back, saw the cat with us, turned ferocious and chased it out of the compound. Poor kitty, we hope she’s alright. Later we heard from the locals that in winter, everybody went away and no one was on the island to feed the animals, consequently, the dogs eat up the cats. T_T
Follow all the days of our honeymoon! day 1 & 2 (Frankfurt), day 3 (Frankfurt & Switzerland), day 4 (Switzerland), day 5 (Switzerland), day 6 (Milan), day 7 (Padua & Venice), day 8 (Venice), day 9 (Venice & Florence), day 10 (Florence), day 11 & 12 (Florence), day 13 (Rome), day 14 (Rome), day 15 (Rome) , day 16 (Athens), day 17.1 (Athens), day 17.2 (Athens), day 18 (Athens), day 18 part 2 (Athens)