By now, we're used to being on buses. Today's bus ride, however, was a whole new experience. We zigzagged through the mountains, driving at the edge of cliffs on roads barely wide enough for two vehicles. I watched out my window, holding my breath the entire time. I imagined the bus driving off the edge, spiraling end over end, with all of us plunging to our deaths. I wondered who would find us out here and when people would begin to worry. Only after I assured myself that the bus driver had probably driven the route dozens of times was I able to enjoy the scenery.
And what scenery it was. I knew there were mountains in Greece, but until today I didn't fully comprehend how vast and gigantic the mountains are and how terrifyingly low the gorges seem from higher points. Driving across Crete reminds me of The Sound Of Music. The endless mountains, the clear blue sky, and goats frolicking everywhere. At one point (seen below) we had to stop the bus for a passing herd of goats.
And what scenery it was. I knew there were mountains in Greece, but until today I didn't fully comprehend how vast and gigantic the mountains are and how terrifyingly low the gorges seem from higher points. Driving across Crete reminds me of The Sound Of Music. The endless mountains, the clear blue sky, and goats frolicking everywhere. At one point (seen below) we had to stop the bus for a passing herd of goats.
fyi, i love goats
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