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| Hotel Armadoros. |
_. 2nd Sunday after Trinity
We spent our wedding night at 35,000 feet. We touched down at Athens at 6:50am. An insane taxi driver took us to Piraeus where we arrived just in time see the ferry on which we were booked steaming out into the blue ocean. This almost caused our first marital tiff. We aren't good when we both panic. We found another ship which sailed at 9am, but going via Tinos [where Prince Philip's mother spent some time doing charitable work], Siros, Paros, Mykonos [the gay island, where we changed ferries], then on to Naxos, or was it Paros? They all blend into one, you know. We spent the journey on deck, close to exhaustion. We came into Ios at 10pm. A man looking like Peter Sellers came from the hotel in a dingy car and took us to the Hotel Armadoros, the only hotel. We ate pizza, drank Campari, and retired to bed.
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| Ally: on deck. |
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