Sleeping amongst the Pistashios

Trip Start Apr 24, 1998

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Trip End Dec 10, 2001

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Flag of Greece Syros, Greece
Monday, May 1, 2000

When we finally arrived by ferry in Syros we were looking forward to actually starting our holiday. I was not off the ferry for 5 minutes and we were walking down the street, I slipped in the gutter and landed turtle style (pack on back, daypack on front and carrying a 2 man tent), cars wizzing by me inches from my head and every greek nona and ooppa coming to my aid, but I was in so much pain I didn't want to be touched. Nikki, who was miles ahead of me, didn't even realise. When she turned around to see what was keeping me, all she could see was me on the road surrounded by a large group of people. She thought I had been hit by a car, luckily I only had badly sprained my ankle. I hobbled to the bus and we caught the local bus that circled the island We are staying at Glassas Bay in a pistaschio orchard. When we arrived we found the campsite closed....shit nothing is going right. We located the owner of the orchard and he kindly let us stay there anyway free of charge.....there is a god, and to boot hot water! We spent 3 days relaxing and letting my ankle recover, it was black and the size of a melon!. Living off bread, big fat tomatoes and juicy sweet oranges and soaking up the sun.

The day we decided to move on, also turned out to be Greek Easter. As we waited for the bus, we smelt the wonderful aroma of lamb spit. I was drooling (a girl can only eat so many tomatoes and oranges).. No bus turned up, so in a panic we caught a taxi, the ferry was leaving at 12... When we arrived at the ferry port, hoping to get money and tickets early....no opened ticket office, we had no money, no people around, nothing opened except restaurants. There was also no ferries off the island for 8 hours! So I hobbled around town to see if we could get something to eat. I felt like a beggar, when a man took us to a restaurant where they gave us a day or two old bread, which was like a rock which we couldn't swallow it, even though we coated it with vegemite. As the hours ticked by, we dozed in the sun, read and became very bored. Eventually the ferry came and we headed to Mykanos.......what was ahead of us?