8th
I’m coming home
this blog has gotten to the point where I’ve written in such random and irrelevant detail that I don’t think I’d even read my own posts in their entirety. That fact isn’t going to stop me.
Only four days ago I was in athens, which reeked of homeless peoples’ urine and the over-applied perfume of sub-par hookers. That’s an exaggeration of Athens in general, but not of the area in which I stayed in. It made me homesick, it made me tired and it made me miss Vancouver. I miss the tap-water, I miss the clean air and the smell of trees, I miss my family, I miss my bed and the walls of my room.
I got frustrated and decided to leave Athens, so I went to Mykonos, which was amazing. Now I’m in Porto-Heli with John Sid, which is like paradise. It’s like the end of the Return of the King. The problem is now that I don’t want to go home. I know that when I’ll arrive I’ll start missing the feeling of being on the road. I’ll miss the adventurous and volatile disposition that I’ve acquired from never knowing what’s going to happen next. I’ll miss the ability to leap on a ferry at the last minute. I’ll miss the random introductions to obscure people; I’ll miss making two new friends a week, for a week. I’ll miss the goodbyes and I’ll miss knowing that I’ll never see these people again. fuck it. I miss my parents too though.
Anyways, my ferry to athens is leaving in half an hour, so I’ll leave you with the following list of recommendations to anyone planning on backpacking through europe:
1. Write down a note to remind yourself every time you lend someone money
2. Bring a credit card
3. End your trip in one of the Greek Islands, preferably Mykonos
4. Don’t base everything on first impressions, people are imperfect
5. Be weary of everyone, but at the same time don’t let that limit you
6. Stick with your friends, your friends matter above all else
7. Bring more than one book
8. Don’t go to Athens
9. Bring a sleeping bag
10. If you can’t find somewhere to sleep for the night, go to the nearest hobo park, buy them all beer and cigarettes, and say ‘no steal’ repetitively as you hang them the commodities.
