Friday, April 17, 2015

This is Petros. Petros is a pelican who has apparently decided that the sea life is not for him, so he only wanders up and down the streets and alleys of Mykonos. Everyone in town knows Petros, and they toss fish scraps his way. It appears to be a win/win situation.

A little sad to leave the sparkling Mediterranean behind, but bright and early tomorrow morning we disembark the ship in Athens. We figured, well, if we're in Athens, we may as well not leave immediately, so we'll be there two nights.

We are on the Greek island of Mykonos, utterly charming, with usual sparkling-clear Mediterranean water.







I took a charter boat across the channel to Delos, which, along with Ephesus, was a world-class trade settlement some 2,000 years ago.







More than a little depressed at the idea that it's all coming to the end. I am prepared to go the Captain & say, "look, Karlo-baby - what say we turn this bucket around and go back to Singapore, stopping at all new places? There's sixty bucks in it for you." I'm not optimistic.