A little leftover from yesterday – I finished reading Henry Miller’s Colossus of Marousi and started Hemingway’s Snows of Kilimanjaro that some guy gave me. So already this trip has also been a bit of a literary journey for me as well as a geographical and psychological one.
I hit the road at 09.00 this morning and walked for about 20 minutes to the main Korinthos road. I picked up a lift to Korinthos around 11.30, arriving just in time before the banks closed as I was getting low on cash. The car driver was a middle-aged guy and I noted in my memoir (it is boring mentioning my travelogue all the time – as we know, it is just a small notebook with a red plastic cover) that we listened to Rod Stewart’s Maggie May on tape. He told me that he had seen me hitch-hiking when he was driving in the opposite direction 2 hours previously. This is the third time that has happened.
I had a long walk across the bridge over the canal. It was hot and no cars were stopping. I had a Pepsi Cola then jumped on a bus to Elefsis. The youth hostel there was closed so I caught another bus, and after an hour’s journey through the suburbs I arrived in Piraeus. I soon found the youth hostel here – I noted that it felt big and impersonal, but it was cheap.
There was a lovely moment earlier today when I was waiting for a lift beside an orchard. A guy gave me ten peaches…
…he came from behind the trees, clasping ten suns which he called peaches in his hands…and the light I tasted was good and so was the warmth… peach-rise through to peach-set.
Nothing much happens tomorrow, but I will be on the move come early evening.
Psychologist on the Move 