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When you step off the ferry, this is what you see.
You can rent motorbikes, have a seat and a frappe, wander around to the
shops, or just bask in the sun.
This is Parikilia - a town in Paros.
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I'm standing on Parosporous beach. It's about a 20 minute bus ride from Parikilia and one of the best beaches we went to. | |
| The ferry to Paros that we took left at one. The cab ride was uneventful, a luxury that. The ferry is backed up to the pier and there is a big door about three car widths apart that is laid down. Inside the ferry is a man at a desk selling tickets. It cost 4,700 drachmas. On the left is a little door that we entered with our bags and lugged them up three flights of stairs (we later found out we could have left our luggage on the lower level). We arrived at the top deck of the ferry. There are about ten rows of benches in sets of three’s. A canopy covers this sitting area. The people spread out over the benches and stake out places to sleep, read or watch the time go by. |  |
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| Cruzanne takes a nap and I explore. I find
a set of steps about ˝ way up the boat (and this is a big boat!) and go
up onto another deck. This one is uncovered and there are a few more
benches. It’s 90 degrees outside. The sea breeze washes over me like the
fog rolling in. I look behind me and see Athens getting smaller. The
buildings look like white leggos with tiles on top, all stacked up the
side of the mountain. The buildings follow the shoreline and the mountains
are the backdrops. The sun is so bright; that even with sunglasses on you
are half blinded. The sea is azure blue – the postcards you receive from
Greece look just like this!
Five hours, a nap, watching seagulls chase the waves behind the boat, reading – and we finally see land. Paros.
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| The sunset view is taken from the ferry looking at the island Paros |  |
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