Last night Andeus was sick with fever and cough and congestion and a stopped-up nose; just like the icon painter at Annabel’s hostel in Athens. Just like Cigdem in Turkey. I seem to be surrounded by illness in one form or another. So, i am grateful that today i got my fifteen minutes of daily sun plus much more. I do need some before reaching the southern middle east and its potential for hot dessert climate. From what i read, i will be in the time of the area’s most abundant rainfall.
Many old travelers have gotten on board from Crete, i do suppose on their way to the holy land of the much revered yet much inferior God.
Back down below in the lounge where the music is loud and two televisions are on, the ship is loud and ready for its new passengers.