Getting to Greece

Getting to Greece

My experience of getting to Greece.

This is a memory worth sharing. Its truly one of those moments that you’ll remember forever. Something you’ll look back on laughing while your tell your kids about (some) of the crazy things you did when you were their age.

We chose to leave Ancona, Italy a little port town on the coast all the way to Athens Greece on a ferry. It was the cheapest way of travelling and we thought 25hrs on a ferry was totally do-able, only 80 Euros it was perfect for our budget… couldn’t be that bad right?

Famous last words. It sucked! We spent 25hrs, over a full day on cold, hard, white plastic seats. Our butts ached and there was nowhere else to sit, let alone sleep. About 10hrs later it was getting dark and we were restless, bored and frustrated. We wandered aimlessly around the ship a million times and on impulse bought a couple of bottles of wine.

This helped. Soon we were all laughing and joking, our moods starting to pick up. We demolished these pretty quick and went back for a few more. Our night seem to pass a lot quicker, in a liquored state we found enjoyment in the small things, we laughed at how sore our butts were and at our ‘bed’.

I remember this single moment, where everything felt slower. It was a moment of pure joy, of un-adulterated happiness, the kind of feeling that cannot be taken from you and which only comes from being with your friends. It was the moment that wrote over the frustration experienced earlier, tainting our memories and letting us revel in being young and careless.