Here I am writing from the island of Kephalonia, from it’s sleepy town, Skala and from the obviously existing and as beautiful as on the pictures: Port Skala Hotel Village. I report that I have arrived safely, I’m alive and I can hear the sea rumbling – so that must be real as well. The journey itself was unbearable. For real. Okay, it may be the weariness talking right now, although I’ve been amongst the luckiest on the coach: no one sat beside me, I sat totally alone. You may think „how awesome is that!” – but do not. It makes sleeping even harder as you think you have more space to stretch over – but it is never enough. So the longest period of time slept through was 1,5 hours and that was the maximum
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