The travelogue entries for today (13th August 1973) also cover bits of the previous two days. Saturday (Day 122) saw me boarding the boat at Heraklion, a last minute scramble and panic. The journey was uneventful and I managed to get some sleep on a bench on deck. It was lovely, waking during the night…
…everything quiet except for chug, chug, chug of the boat, moon and stars shining; and in morning, first stirrings of life, happy sunlight and blue sky, chug, chug; great life!
I went to the flea market in Athens on Sunday morning and then made another visit to the Acropolis in the afternoon. It was as amazing as the first time I saw it. In the evening I went to the wine festival and uncharacteristically probably had a drop too much to drink. I crashed down at the hotel (Star House) soon after 02.00 hrs. Not the most comfortable of nights, sleeping without a mattress on the roof of the hotel. Thankfully a flat roof!
I woke this morning feeling both drunk and hungover. A double dose of vitamin pills, some yogurt and tea helped me to recover. I returned to the flea market to buy gifts for my family, engaging in a bit of successful haggling. I bought a cassette tape – I don’t know what is was for sure, but a good guess would be Demis Roussos.
Textiles Jim from Atlanta and Debbie returned to the wine festival, but I stayed at the hotel to play cards with Deedy. Later, I went to the cafe alone to be with my thoughts. Things are coming to an end. As I noted in my travelogue…
…all that follows is not Matala.
Psychologist on the Move 