I packed my boat and couldn’t find my Nalgene. I searched the prison. I searched the beach. I searched my boat, and I did not find it. I must have lost it during my reentry and roll. Everything is supposed to be tied in, but sometimes I get sloppy. Too bad, I was using it every day for my chia drink.
We left the island and crossed to Siros. We watched a ferry approach at an angle from farther away. As the ferry got closer, the angle remained the same, a sure sign that we were on a collision course. George and I stopped to let them pass.
Something rolled between my feet. It felt like my Nalgene bottle. Yay!
As we arrived at the island we paddled over crystal clear water. Plants and rocks populated the seafloor.
I switched to my storm paddle and George started paddling faster. I kept up so he increased his speed even more. We paddled for a little while at almost five knots before I realized we were racing. I stuck with it a little longer, then dropped back to a normal speed. I don’t like to race. But I did discredit George’s theory that Greenland paddles are silly, which I was happy to do.
When we arrived in port ,Stavros from the Nautical club was happy to greet us and congratulated me for making it this far.
I showered, stored my boat in his club, and got on a ferry to Athens. From there I flew to Israel to be with some of my dearly missed friends and family.
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Nautical miles paddled: 16
Current location: Siros port
My phone cable had stopped working a few days earlier. I found a man selling them off of a blanket on a busy sidewalk in Athens.
“Three euro.” he told me.
“ Fifty cents.” Hi offered.
He looked at me like I was crazy.
“Okay, one euro.” I tried.
I began to walk away.
“Two Euro.” He called after me.
I bought the phone cord. It never worked.
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