Fell back asleep until we received a call from Dan that he had managed to obtain "0" tender passes (the earliest available) which he was eager to put to use. After frenzied showers and dressing, we rushed to the holding area for the gangway only to find that the waters were too rough for boarding; they were unable to tie the boats to the ship. A bit alarming, but not alarming enough to keep Chris and I from making a quick dash to the 14th floor for bacon and waffles while everyone else insisted upon hovering around the holding pen. Strick and I lost no time in describing the buttery goodness of each bite of waffle, nor the smoky flavor of the bacon. You know, just to help distract everyone from the waiting.
Once we were called, we boarded the small tender vessel along with, oddly enough, a man dressed as a dolphin. This served to divert our attention from the somewhat choppy waters and we had a relatively uneventful ride.
Once on the island, we battled epic force winds to wander around a warren of twisting streets, which Dan claims were purposely designed this way to confuse pirates (which I suppose is a possibility, although you must consider the source.) Shops were all closed due to the early hour, so we spent our time attempting to find our way out of the maze and back to the docks, which was probably all to the good of our bank accounts. When we did manage to emerge, we found and purchased tickets for the ferry to Delos, an archeological site approximately 30 minutes away by sea, and something Dan was very keen to get to. We were later to wonder whether this decision was wise, as:
a.) there were 20 foot swells crashing into the boat, and
b.) the trip led to the first major rift within the lute of our little band.
Regarding the journey, the pilot was extraordinarily skillful, as the voyage could have been far worse than it was (the water was beyond rough). Ton was less than thrilled with the entire process, and Chris required a seat change to quell nausea, but everyone emerged intact.
The archeological site (Delos) was as to be expected: columns, a few sculptures, and a lot of piled stones. Perhaps it would have been better without the gale force winds.
We ate lunch at a small cafe near the museum that served fresh orange juice and sandwiches, and the less said about that lunch, the better. Suffice it to say that later I told Chris I was sorry he was an ass, and he told me he was sorry I made him be an ass, so we made it up in a round-about sort of way.
As for the rest of the trip to Delos, Dan tripped and tore up his arm, numerous people were sick on the return ride (though none of our group, thankfully), so whether or not it was worth €10 each is highly debatable. I am rather of the opinion that it was not, as I prefer to not watch people vomit in enclosed public spaces.
As of now, Dan is sick in bed, and everyone else is cranky and exhausted, so hopefully we will recover for Istanbul tomorrow.
Notes for today:
- Delos sucked. The end.
Strange boat companions
Pirate Streets of Mykonos
Ruins of Delos. Also ruiner of good times.
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