I went to the Island of Aegina prior to my tour to be adventurous. I rent a quad. I tried a 2 wheeled scooter and got lesson from a nice Greek guy….but he failed me. “Sorry no can rent to you” he said. “From the very people that drive all over the roadway!” I think he was mad because I would not drive against oncoming traffic like he told me to. Oh well, I Got 4 wheels instead and was off….
I loved the drive, felt free, felt in the beauty and the newness of it all, like a freedom I craved when I was last in the Isle of Capri, only then I was married. I think it was long my intent to travel to exotic place alone. “So far from the little trip to NY’s Mohonk on my birthday.” Funny I am writing with that pen they gave me now.
I toured miles of beaches, small towns and country sides for a few hours. Got lost and loved it. Stopping in a one shop town I pointed to the hill where the ancient ruins lie and through various pointing and smiles with the locals was finally able to give me directions. I think those locals actually thought I was crazy.
So I got lost again. This time I broke down in more ways than one and it was on that trip I found another angel.
Yup the quad broke down. I wondered what would happen if, well, that happened. There I was on the side a mountain on a Greek island all by myself. No one in the world knew where was.
I WAS in disbelief & words of my mother rang over at over in my head “I told you so!” Now the rest me chimed in “I am in danger!”
“No one in the world knows where I am right now.” That kind of felt interesting to me. I don’t think that had ever been the case before. I then realized I would be capable of getting down off the mountain one way or another. When you think of it, “I am on a confided island.” I have been lost before. And then I start to …..laugh.
My thoughts still run wild though….”Danger?!…NO, your fine. They think YOUR crazy!”
“I’m getting sunburned?!…”NO you’re in the shade!”
“I will go hungry!… “NO someone fed me fruit!” (stay tuned…)
I begin to wave at passersby and those friendly Greeks blow me kisses as they blow by. I decide to jump out and flag someone down , not one of those hot greek men, but 2 girls who of course know nothing about bikes. So I try again, and again I do not pick a local hottie but a friendly looking older gentlemen.
He’s a little “worn” and speaks no English but understands my bike is broken. He immediatiately feeds me a fruit. I know they are ok because he is eating them too. He tells me their name with a big tootless grin….”ummmmmm..so sweet and suclant.” This fruit was AMAZING (when in Greece you must try these figs). Ok but back to the bike… I try the ignition again..and again he feeds me a fruit. I smile, say thank you and he feeds me a fruit. “ok, ok.. please help with bike.” He opens my hand and gives me a handful of fruit.
We try to call the bike shop but it is mid day siesta time. He eloquently rests his head on his hands in a gesture to show me sleeping. I step off to the side while he conferences with another gentlemen and they point to a bus stop around the corner. Funny how these things happen like that. I didn’t actually see the bus stop up ahead but there it was! I thanked the old man for the fruit and the help in pushing my bike to the side of the road and I asked him to write down the name of the street where I would be leaving the bike. He gives me his autograph. I think it’s cute that he has no idea when I am asking. Before he goes I ask to take his picture and as I did I called him my “good Samaritan”. Then he proceeded to turn the camera around and take my picture….”Hey how often am I stuck in the mountains of Greece…this would be a good memory” I thought. Then he took off. Later I realized he took off with my camera.
I tried the bike one more time…the engine started right up. Now I’m back on my way down the hill, sans camera, a bundle of fruit and a thief’s autograph.
Now when I arrived back at home “cycle” base I had to explain to the big rude Greek dude that he drove all the way up the mountain to get me and the bike really had been broken. Well there is no way an American woman will convince a Greek man of this. Initially this man came disguised as a &*&*%$@$@+!&%^&%@ and came around to be the kindest and biggest teddy bear around. This person who I thought would swindled me over the break down turned out not only to not charge me for what he should have, but he also drove me across the island looking for my camera in the event that the samaritian-thief placed the camera on the back of my bike (well I was in disbelief).
At the end of the ride he told me to “slow down” (from the man who was just speeding around the hairpin curves!). We got back without my camera and he said in plain english …”no big deal…it’s just a camera”. “True.” I said smiling. I must say that I took it in stride and enjoyed the rest of my trip to that island and throughout Greece. That night on the way back I had an hour and half to get my butt back to the hotel for the departure meeting to the islands. I had already started my journey though. I took it easy on myself since I knew I had just been through a lot. I got right on an express ferry.
I noticed a sign that had caught my eye in the ferry on the way in. Ironically I even took a picture of it bc it struck me as funny. Here in Greece with all those crazy letters this sign read in big red letters: “WATCH YOUR HEAD”. Now I believe I knew why it appeared that this little sign was blaring at me in neon lights. I remember thinking “what does that mean?” on the way over. It looked pretty important to me. I smiled to myself when I realized that the Samaritan-thief distracted me by messing with my hair when he took the picture. I thought it was odd at the time and wondered why he did that and then drove off quickly with a brief wave goodbye. “Watch your head Lynda!”
“Just a camera.” I walked to a bus stop and got an express bus back to the hotel. I walked in the lobby just as the meeting had started. All was well.
PS~I bet you clicked a Greek picture to find this blog…it always works out