So, getting back to it: It SHOULD have been a great Easter. My dad was coming to visit me and the first few days were great (refer to previous post again). But no, the weather was NOT being kind and in fact, dad did comment that he thought the pilot had lost his way en route to Athens and landed back in England.
EXCEPT YOU GUYS ARE EXPERIENCING A HEATWAVE! So no, he hadn't got lost in some airborne time warp and magically been transported back to his country of origin. *Sigh* yes, he was also about to experience the 'bipolarness' of Greece.
We made it to Spetses, where we were due to spend Greek Easter - a lovely little island in the Aegean.
OK, I say eventually because hear me out: NEVER, EVER TRAVEL ON A CATAMARAN UNLESS YOU HAVE A STOMACH OF STEEL.
Spetses is beautiful but, the only way to get to her is by high speed catamaran via Poros and Hydra (pronounced 'Idra'). Well, if you only want to see these three islands, you're pretty buggered really as the only way you can get to them is by high speed.
So on role my dad and I, all exited because 1) it's the first day of sunshine and 2) we're going to a GREEK ISLAND FOR EASTER!
Oh, the ride between Piraeus and Poros (1 hr) was fine, and then the nice Captain decided to pick up speed between Poros and Hydra. OK, now, my dad was a sea faring man in the past and has the stomach of an ox. I used to pride myself on taking after him - but OH. MY. GOD. The only way I can think to describe it to you is: The biggest, fastest roller coaster ride you've ever been on that you like at first, but then you decide "OK, I want to get off now, I've had enough" but someone is laughing at you and saying "No no! This is not enough! You have another 20 mins of this to go!" My dad looked at me and said I had literally turned green. I looked around me, thinking he was exaggerating - no, he wasn't. People all around me were literally turning GREEN.
No, I didn't puke in the end but I have never felt so rough in all my life. But through my haze of sea sickness, I managed to still notice a lovely phenomenon: Greek people helping each other, not just their immediate family. Old people were smoothing the hair of tourists out of their faces whilst they puked into the provided bags (the Catamaran company obviously know the score) and through my greenness, I smiled to myself:
You see? The old are not to be laughed at and ridiculed. I mean - Christ, my dad didn't even feel queasy and he's 77.
|The offending boat|