Tuesday 27 September 2011
We awoke early at our Piraeus Port homestead in the hopes of finding a possible ticket seller for our ferry to Brindisi, Italy. The man we talked to was very helpful and we talked about the characteristics of different parts of Greece and its islands. He agreed that Ikaria was somewhat of a black sheep for various reasons, but mostly because of its resistance to cater to tourists and outsiders.
We bought our ferry tickets and drove to the National Archaeological museum. Soldiers with large guns were stationed at all four corners of the block where the museum was located, and when we asked a local she said, "It is terrible for us here right now, but the museum is safe."
We don't need to go into detail about how incredible it was, but one can imagine, for a country with such rich history, it was a spectacular collection. Even better was that we happened to go on the museum's free day!
After a healthy 3 hours of looking we decided to lunch in the museum cafe. Nicole got a spinach pastry and Charles and Dian each got a large square of ham, cheese and hot dog pizza. We looked around the museum a little more (Nicole had to make sure she had seen every single room, admittedly quite a feat), then we drove out of Athens and headed for Delphi.
It was a gorgeous drive up mountains that were so big people skied on them in the winter. Their surrounding towns were sweet with an "Alpine Village" feel.
Coming upon Delphi, we admit sheepishly that, because of the fleeting daylight we whizzed right by the ancient ruins of The Oracle. But the show must go on!
We had three possible camps circled from our Camping International booklet, and cringed when we saw signs for all three saying "Swimming Pool" -- a sure sign of chi-chi clientele and prices. We were right, the grounds were well cared for and expensive-looking, almost too much for what one would expect of a campground, and the price followed suit. Even though the man at the front desk feigned any knowledge of how the other camps were priced, we found them and checked them both out.
Camp Chrissa, the last one we saw, was where we stayed. Cheapest price of the three, too. It was that night that we hauled out our pots and pans and gas burner, and had our FIRST HOME-COOKED MEAL (without the use of a camp kitchen)! Spaghetti with fresh, homemade tomato sauce (chopped tomatoes, paprika sauce and David's homemade sun dried tomatoes, garlic, basil, oregano and olive oil mix, salad and bread. (Is your mouth watering yet?)
Charles read some more of Mark Twain's offshoot of Puddn'head Wilson entitled Those Extraordinary Twins, and we conked out.
We awoke early at our Piraeus Port homestead in the hopes of finding a possible ticket seller for our ferry to Brindisi, Italy. The man we talked to was very helpful and we talked about the characteristics of different parts of Greece and its islands. He agreed that Ikaria was somewhat of a black sheep for various reasons, but mostly because of its resistance to cater to tourists and outsiders.
We bought our ferry tickets and drove to the National Archaeological museum. Soldiers with large guns were stationed at all four corners of the block where the museum was located, and when we asked a local she said, "It is terrible for us here right now, but the museum is safe."
We don't need to go into detail about how incredible it was, but one can imagine, for a country with such rich history, it was a spectacular collection. Even better was that we happened to go on the museum's free day!
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| Reaching out to touch history |
It was a gorgeous drive up mountains that were so big people skied on them in the winter. Their surrounding towns were sweet with an "Alpine Village" feel.
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| Street art |
We had three possible camps circled from our Camping International booklet, and cringed when we saw signs for all three saying "Swimming Pool" -- a sure sign of chi-chi clientele and prices. We were right, the grounds were well cared for and expensive-looking, almost too much for what one would expect of a campground, and the price followed suit. Even though the man at the front desk feigned any knowledge of how the other camps were priced, we found them and checked them both out.
Camp Chrissa, the last one we saw, was where we stayed. Cheapest price of the three, too. It was that night that we hauled out our pots and pans and gas burner, and had our FIRST HOME-COOKED MEAL (without the use of a camp kitchen)! Spaghetti with fresh, homemade tomato sauce (chopped tomatoes, paprika sauce and David's homemade sun dried tomatoes, garlic, basil, oregano and olive oil mix, salad and bread. (Is your mouth watering yet?)
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