Paros - Sod's Law

We arrived fresh from the ferry at about 10:30 Am, ready to explore another Greek Island. We were astounded to see a huge rallying group of dodgy men at the port gates, fighting for the right to give us discount rooms. We had already decided to stay at 'Rooms Anna', and fought our way through the seething mass. It really was the biggest crowd of people we had seen at a port in the Greek Islands, and it was a bit unnerving. We found the 'Rooms Anna' man with a sign, and followed him to his car, where we left the scene quickly and arrived at the pension thankful for getting out of the situation in one piece...We needed a passport to pay for the room, so I took mine downstairs and paid for our one night's accommodation. When I arrived back upstairs, Ted sat white as a ghost, mouth agog - the worst thing imaginable had happened. We were supposed to be flying home in two days, and Ted was missing something. "My moneybelt has been stolen. I can't find it." "This would be the moneybelt containing your passport, wallet, driving license and insurance policy?" "That's the one, yes." After a quick burst of expletives in the bathroom, Ted emerged calmly, and we went to report this loss to the British Embassy in Athens via a callbox. We would need to get to Athens the next day with a Police Report. Therefore, we trudged our way to the police station, where some crack-hoes were being interrogated "Tell me where the diamonds are!" shouted the first pig "We have ways of making you talk!" screamed the other, pulling out a small interrogation ferret from his pocket. "Oh Hello!" he said, as he noticed us enter the office. He couldn't however help us, as Ted said that the moneybelt had been taken on board the ferry. It was necessary to go to the harbour police and plead for a report there. We were served by a lady with a mighty fine ass in a tight uniform, and I cursed that I hadn't had my passport stolen as well. The sexy lady sexily gave us a sexy stolen property report, and sexed her way across the office with an air of sex all about her. We sighed, turned and left to get Ted some passport photos taken. Once this task had been accomplished, we sat down for some lunch, where the TJs joined us, and we shared in the bad news. "Oh, that's too bad...bye!" said Judge on hearing that we would have to leave on the overnight ferry to Athens, which left at 11PM. We spent the afternoon sitting, reading, sleeping, walking and shopping for pies and porn, ah the porn. We marked the penultimate leg of our journey sitting down to a meal with the TJs, in the most respectable looking restaurant in Paros Town. It was a disappointing and annoying meal, so we left disheartened and upset. We emotionally said our goodbyes to the TJs and invited them to our house as soon as they got to England. Ted and I then walked to the port, sad that our travels were coming to an end. We waited. And waited. Waited some more. Slept. Cried, and then squealed in delight as the ferry to Athens appeared like a ghost ship, and beckoned us onboard. Yet again I found myself unable to sleep on a Greek Ferry, not because of the noise of the engine, but because a TV had been left on at the front of the deck, just loud enough to keep me awake, but let the trouble Teddy sleep his way to the hole of humanity that is Athens. Oh joy.

A nice gert big church

The ancient graveyard, taken with Ted's broken camera, outside the pension that we never used

Me sleeping on (and simultaneously protecting) my bags during the wait for the ferry to Athens

Speed on anxiously to Athens...

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