Accidental Tourist
Visiting the Greek Isles ain't all 'Shirley Valentine'
Jacques Botha discovers October isn't the best time to go island hopping in the Mediterranean
With my relationship status as "single" and having just watched Shirley Valentine for the third time, I decided to pursue my dream of sitting on the beach at sunset with a glass of wine.
I had some money saved up for my first-ever international trip, but was still on a tight budget. A friend of mine who works for an airline was kind enough to let me buy one of his buddy tickets to London and everything started falling into place. I was scared and excited, but planned every detail, including an international driver's licence. I even had floor plans of the airports, just in case I got lost.
After two days in London, I was off to Athens. On arrival, I took a train to my hotel, got lost twice and after a two-hour walk up and down the same street, I managed to find what can only be deemed as the ugliest hotel I have ever laid eyes on. Frustrated, tired and disappointed, I sat on my bed and cried a bit at my shattered dream of white houses and jovial Greeks breaking plates in the streets.
Then I decided enough was enough. I walked to the closest travel agency and booked a flight to the Greek island of Skiathos. I remember someone telling me it was an amazing island with rolling hills.I went straight to an internet café and booked myself an awesome hotel on a white beach. Two days later at 10pm, I was back at the airport and on my way to "paradise". The lady next to me was rolling cigarettes all the way there. One hour later, I disembarked, looked back at the plane and said a quick prayer of thanks that I had arrived safely in what is probably the scariest piece of metal to have ever graced the skies.
I climbed into the only taxi outside the airport and gave the driver the address of my dream hotel. The driver just shook his head and muttered something - it was Greek to me.Ten minutes later, we stopped in front of a closed gate and a dark building. The driver pointed at a handwritten sign in Greek letters on the front gate and translated it slowly, "Closed for the winter."
"But I have a reservation!"
Apparently the first week in October is not the best time to come to the islands as everything closes and people migrate to the mainland.
The driver made a quick call, then told me in bad English that one hotel might still be open; otherwise his friend had a loft I could rent for three days.
Luckily the hotel was open for another week and I crashed into my bed exhausted.The next day I was greeted by a beautiful sunrise and decided it was time to explore. I soon learnt that car-rental agencies also close for the winter.
The only transport available was a bicycle, which I rented for the day. Despite the optical illusion of a sun, it was freezing! Dressed in a jersey, scarf and beanie, I set out with the intention of cycling around the island. I learnt two more lessons . Islands are bigger than you think, and rolling hills are only nice if you are in a car.
After three hours of "cycle-walking", I turned around, hungry, thirsty, cold and tired (all the shops along the way were also closed for the winter) and went back to the hotel. I resorted to sitting on my balcony finishing a bottle of wine and watching the sunset, writing in my diary about my big survival on a "deserted" island.
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