Leaving Crete

Foul weather and I was afraid the ferry to Pireaus wouldn’t run. It did. Taking the cheapest ticket was the thing to do after all. The entire ‘pilot seats’ area was full of Roma, Albanians and other minorities of Greece. This helped to create the ‘refugee camp’ atmosphere on the boat as everyone crashed on whatever floor space was available. Meanwhile, packs of bored teenagers roamed the corridors which reeked of vomit. I went onto the deck, and scared myself again by looking at the dark expanse of the sea.