After a very eventful night in Kos and an invitation to stay the week, seeing that my night scene tour guide was leaving the next day for the UK , he offered his apartment for me to tour the island leisurely. Though this was a great offer and one I would have normally been up for, I had to decline as I already made plans to leave the next day to another island. This day following my night out was a rough one for me. By the time I made it back to my room and collapsed into bed there was a not so gentle knock on my door and a robust bottle blonde, let me know it was time to leave. I had been out all night and morning and it was now 11:30a.m. I was beyond exhausted but managed to scrape up whatever dregs of energy was left or created. So I reluctantly packed up and headed out, well not really out, I left my luggage downstairs and sat in the outdoor area in front of the house. The ferry I needed wasn’t leaving until 8:30 p.m. and I was tired, hungry and hung over! The perfect recipe to create the longest day ever!
Oh but it gets better! At one point in the day I manage to make it to an agency to buy my ticket only to realize I don’t have my bank card arghh!! And by didn’t have I don’t mean I left it back at the house, I mean I lost it. Anyhow I purchased it with a credit card which increased the price (they charge extra to use a card) and went back to sit outside the house and suffer through the remaining hours. Luckily I met a lovely young boy from Turkey with Bulgarian heritage who kept my company and helped the time pass and divert attention away from my ill state. He filled me in on his family and heritage and reasons for travel along with a few other stories that I found quite entertaining. He then helped me take my luggage back to the port a few hours later until it was time to board my 7 and a half hour ferry ride to Syros/Siros. A place I had not even heard of before receiving a couch surfing invite that I decided to accept. I decided to not research anything about the island as I just wanted to discover everything in a completely raw way.
So I arrive in Syros its almost five in the morning and as soon as I disembark, I hear someone call my name and I turn to find myself standing face to face with a very handsome Greek guy who welcomes me to the island. Okay, so this is my host for the next four days? Not bad Jodi, not bad! I decided to try couch surfing after the many great reports I heard from other travelers along the way. I jump on the back of his scooter for a short 3 minute ride to where he stays in the summer, I get settled in and we end up exchanging stories and then decide to go watch the sunrise since we were already up and he was just feet away from the sea. After our rendezvous with the rising sun we then walked to a favorite bakery of his to purchased freshly baked goods for breakfast, which we sit on a bench by the harbor to consume. What a great start to Syros, at this point I am excited for what this island has to offer, but first, I NEED A NAP!