Travelling hell

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Not joking. I'm firing myself as our travel agent.

Got up at 3am. Took a taxi to the Lisboa airport, a plane to Munich, a plane to Athens, a rushed taxi ride to Piraeus, a 5-hour ferry ride in economy to Paros, waited an hour for a bus to Punda because it was too windy for the normal passenger ferry, which then took us to the car ferry to Antiparos. We arrived after Midnight, trying to find our hotel (it was one we'd not stayed at before). In bed by 1am.

There are no pictures from this day.

(I have to explain, the were no seats left on the ferry when we booked it in July so we got stuck with Economy, which means you have to sit outside--if you can find a seat--with a million other people, most of them smoking. Seriously trying.)

But at least we're in Antiparos!

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