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By Asmodeane in Posts, Travel

Airport views...

Airport views...

The Greek experience is over. Seven days of bad food and hot weather are finally over. Now I am not dissin’ Greek cuisine, mind you. I am dissin’ the tourist version of it dished out in touristy spots all over Rhodes. All in all, if I were to give a report card grade to the trip, I’d give it a 7 on the Finnish 4 to 10 school scale. After all, my last trip was to Cuba, the trip before that was to India, and the one before that a month long journey on the Trans Siberian train into the yellow heart of China and beyond. So yes, I kind of expected a packaged trip to Greece to feel bland after that.

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Just a tranquil sailing pic from yesterday.

Just a tranquil sailing pic from yesterday.

So let’s recap. We had a car for five days, visited the  tip, ruins of Monilithos, the town of Lindos (no touristing, just beach bumming for a few hours and then getting the hell out of there cos grew too hot), the old town, archaeological museum, and then lastly (but not leastly) the water park at Faliraki. I liked the water park the most, to be honest. I guess the main problem with the trip was that we were a little bored most of the time, the critical mass just wasn’t there with two people. Another unforgettable experience was getting asked out for a date by a blond Swedish barbie. I turned her down because as soon as she asked me out I have fulfilled three objectives with one fell stroke: namely the ego boost, seeing Bonuses jaw fall to the floor in slow motion, and the incredulous expression on the girl’s face when I turned her offer down. And were I to go out with her, what then? I don’t fancy cheating on my gf, nor do I think our conversation would have been all that interesting, so why suffer through a tedious exercise with no reward whatsoever in sight?

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Kaunissaari beach panorama

Kaunissaari beach panorama

In the end I overdid it with the beer while there. Drinking like a fish for 7 days and 7 nights didn’t leave me unscathed. Nor did the merciless Greek sun. On the last day of my stay I succumbed to the deadly trifecta of food poisoning, alcohol withdrawal and sun stroke. My legs barely carried me to the nearby restaurant and back, and I could hardly swallow a tomato with a sliver of feta cheese. I felt like going to the doc’s for a bit of electrolyte balancing, but didn’t wanna miss my flight. After a couple of gatoraids and mineral water mixed with table salt I was ambulatory enough to make it to the airport, thankfully.

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My troubles weren’t over though, I came home, barely slept, and sailed off into the wide blue yonder with my gf come morning. The plan was to go to Estonia, but the winds were adverse so we went to Kaunissaari instead. Where I proceeded to have a bit of a breakdown, being utterly fatigued and still somewhat dehydrated. And what’s worse, I got my old anxiety and depersonalization back again as well. We sailed back last Wednesday, I went to the doc’s who confirmed my suspicions of saline imbalance and told me that the rest of the symptoms were basically manifestations of my anxiety.  So gonna be taking it easy for a while now…

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But here I am, sitting with a beer in my hand, looking at planes. There is a KLM 737 in front of me, I can see the co-pilot going through his paperwork, elbow hanging out of the window… Soon I’ll be up in the air, on the way to Copenhagen on a Blue1 Boeing 717, and then hop on a SAS A320 to Düsseldorf, where I’ll catch a train to Cologne, and then, finally, a cab to Granny’s place. So wish me luck. No, not for the flight, but for me to endure the emotional hell house that is my dad’s side of the family.

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