
May 4, 2007.
Toronto, Canada.
Finally, I set off to Athens for a 23 day trip, alone.
Quite often, I had friends asking me the similar questions, "Backpacking? Greece? Turkey? Why?" And quite often, I felt hesitant to answer. "The freedom ... May be ... oh, the Aegean Sea, the blue sky, the beaches, and ... the ruins!"
I felt hesitant because I had never shown any interest in history, and I did not enjoy the sun and beaches that much. Honestly, I had no answer myself.
After hundreds of hours of reseach and planning, there were many question marks noted on my itinerary, even more unanticipated unknowns to be taken care of. Did I really care? No, not really. This was part of the game, and part of the fun. May be this was what I like, the adventure.
Here I go, on my way... Everything will be okay! Sing...
Thanks to my office's lovely Greek secretary Tina for some head-up info. Without her, I might have spent another hundred hours doing my research.
For overnight train, it is a good start to talk to your neigbours after everyone has settled down and before departure. You will have a plenty of time, and people love to scatter on the hallway. Have a chat with them and show them your pictures, and vice versa. It is more likely they would offer help in case of emergency if you had talked to them.
One thing that actually scared me was, the staffs took my passport and train ticket while the train was still far away from the boarder. I saw him holding at least twenty passports, I gave him mine, no questions asked. After that, the staff knocked on my door several times with the custom officers from both countries. He returned my passport and ticket just before the arrival to Istanbul. People say this is how thing goes, but he just made me nervous.