We took a ferryboat to the small island of Symi. The boat stopped on one side of the island so everyone aboard could visit a small monastery. (Above) Here I am in front of the bell tower, with one of the shawls they passed out to us girls whose shoulder-baring and low-cut tops were too scandalous to enter a religious place.
Below is the other side of Symi, where sea sponges are a main draw. Most of us brought snorkels to see the underwater life. I failed at snorkeling. I don't think the mask was tight enough because I kept getting water up my nose.
I ate lunch by myself in a little cafe: a huge spanakopita with banana juice. I wanted to get it to go, to sit and eat on the beach, but the owner insisted I stay and eat. I talked for awhile to a Greek Austrailian world traveler, journeying mostly to places where he has relatives. I began to see how it would be possible to travel alone: you would strike up conversations with strangers and meet lots of people along the way. Still, I am probably too high maintainance to go backpacking. The lack of hairstyling tools in my arsenel is making me antsy.
Below is the other side of Symi, where sea sponges are a main draw. Most of us brought snorkels to see the underwater life. I failed at snorkeling. I don't think the mask was tight enough because I kept getting water up my nose.
I ate lunch by myself in a little cafe: a huge spanakopita with banana juice. I wanted to get it to go, to sit and eat on the beach, but the owner insisted I stay and eat. I talked for awhile to a Greek Austrailian world traveler, journeying mostly to places where he has relatives. I began to see how it would be possible to travel alone: you would strike up conversations with strangers and meet lots of people along the way. Still, I am probably too high maintainance to go backpacking. The lack of hairstyling tools in my arsenel is making me antsy.
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