The sense of excitement and adventure that Jim and I have at being on this island cannot be understated. It is with reluctance and not a little literal liberty (and alliteration) that I suggest the island is starting to live up to its name. I mentioned in my previous post that not much happens here, and after today’s post there is nothing to report until Day 104 – if you can bear to wait until then to read about the monkey nuts. This is pathos personified.
Today we caught the bus to Arkasa. From there, the bus driver gave us a lift to the village of Finiki. There is nothing much there – a small harbour and half a dozen buildings. There is nowhere to eat. One has to admire the humour of the driver who took us there. He saw our reaction of under-whelmingness and ushered us back on the bus with the immortal words…
“Finiki. Nicht good. Nicht food.”
I think he got top marks in the pathos role play exam at drama school…
“Imagine you are a bus driver for innocent and vulnerable tourists. Try to evoke the pathos that unfolds when you take them somewhere that you know will be disappointing.”
On the plus side, we took a different route back to our starting point, so at least we got to see a bit more of the island. And the bus was filled with noisy locals and loud music.
Another night in Karpathos…
Psychologist on the Move 