I booked a cruise for one day that took me to three islands: Aegina, Poros, and Hydra Island. Oh. My. Gosh. Worst 85 Euros I have ever spent. Luckily, the nicest Australian family randomly introduced themselves to me when I went up to the bar to get water and I got to spend the day with them. If it wasn’t for them I would have slit my wrists and jumped off the boat. Dramatic, I know.
It’s the end of the day and the boat is on its way back to Athens. The boat itself is a stinking piece of crap. The staff all seem to hate their lives, and the so called included “buffet,” was not a buffet, but salad, potatoes, and a gross sponge cake with syrup. The “lively” entertainment is, again, shit. Why am I hearing steel drums? Why am I looking at a man wearing a curly wig and waving a rainbow duster on the dance floor? There was an excursion as well (costing an additional 25 Euros), that consisted of driving around and looking at nothing, with a man appearing out of nowhere in the parking lot with a shopping cart full of pistachios and hiked-up jeans. What the hell? Where am I?
I’m really thankful this pina coloda is strong. I just declined to participate holding hands with strangers while marching around the boat. I normally like lame things, but this is too much. At the moment we have an Elvis impersonator . . . with a lasso. Now doing magic. And now barking like a dog. Make it stop.
Thankfully I did not have to endure this alone, is all I can say. I am a very lucky girl. The first island we docked at was Hydra Island, and it was so amazing to jump in the water and go for a swim to cool off. We made ourselves very comfortable both in the water and at the bar, and ended up catching the boat within a second to spare before it would leave us behind. We literally had to run and jump onto the ramp that was already starting to rise. At the end of the day, we were all wishing that we had missed the boat after all so we could have stayed and relaxed by the water.
After I got back from the exhausting cruise, James (Aussie I met on the boat) and I got together for some dinner. I had some Spanakopita for the 100th time in a row, vine leaves, grilled zucchini, and a tall glass of ouzo. The night turned into something great, which is why the cruise wasn’t as terrible as I initially thought. It is with these shittier things in life that really good moments come in return. It brings people together.
I would argue that I have done something that scares me every single day. Every day there has been something to give me nervous, anxious, but excited butterflies. That’s what I feel life is all about.