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Going to the Greek islands has been my biggest adventure so far. Murphy’s Law was in full effect. First, Canada and I (yes, that’s how I refer to her) missed the train going down to the port. Once we finally got there, we waited for a really long time before the ferry departed late, and then we got off at the first stop the boat made. Since it had already been like 4 hours, we assumed it was our destination, Paros. But it was in fact a different island, Syros. A fact we realized 15 minutes later as the dockworkers threw off the lines. So we ran, and jumped across water onto the gangplank as they were pulling it up. Turns out we had another 2 hours of rocking the ship to go.

The island of Paros itself was very nice: really clean, full of friendly people, and it has some of the best beaches I’ve ever seen. Suffice it to say, I’m now sporting the first sunburn of my trip.

That said, I think that Cyprus was a great substitute for hopping around the Greek islands. For one, it’s a lot faster to get to since it has an airport, whereas the islands are only accessible by unbearably slow ferries. Not my favorite method of travel.