The Don goes missing

We had to get up outrageously early this morning to disembark the boat. We did it but it was not easy.

We then met the bus which had been locked up for three days in the hot greek sun and it had developed its own ecosystem of sweat and pong. Hmmm, I love the bus.

We went off to the Acropolis which is awesome. Beautiful day. Awesome pictures. Not too hot but too many people. A great deal of restoration is occurring which appears to be aimed at a folorn hope of the British returning the Marbles. To qoute Daryl Kerrigan, tell em their dreaming.

The main feature of the Acropolis was that we lost one of the older members of our troop called Don. It was very worrying as he lacks greek survial skills and basically needs to be pointed in whatever direction we are going.

We lost him for about an hour and a half before one of group members found him in the Plaka walking away from the Acropolis. We were all very worried as it was hot and he did not have water. You feel like you are in the Marines and you should not leave anyway behind but it was damn close. I am making sure I keep the list of hotels in my pocket from now on.

We then saw the Corinth Canal and took the overnight ferry to Bari. It was a bugger to sleep due to the vibration and Jane had to take a sleeping pill. We are arriving in Bari as we speak and this has been typed on the most expensive internet access in the world on the boat.

News of Steve Irwin's demise has reached us. When one of the older ladies on our tour was told she enquired whether he was part of our group.