We arrived from Cairo in Aswan at the Corniche el Nile, essentially a concrete platform stretching down the riverbank where several cruise ships waited at their moorings alongside smaller sailing craft and brightly painted river ferries. Our ship was the MS Amwaj Livingstone, and we were welcomed aboard with all the courtesy of an ocean-going luxury vessel by attendants in crisp attire reminiscent of a more refined age of travel. Click the link to read all about our time in Egypt on We Married Adventure!
As Mike wrote, everything old was new again this time he visited Greece, and our experience was so wonderful that Rhodes is currently in our top three possibilities for a new home.
He put together this awesome video of our adventures in Turkey and Greece so you can experience them along with us!
Our week of sailing the Greek isles on our private yacht was coming to an end, but we had one more stop to make after diving Pserimos and heading out of cosmopolitan Kos: we wanted to see tiny Tilos.
Nisyros is one of the six currently active volcanoes in the Greek islands, and its signature as such is undeniable when viewed from above, with the whole island seeming to rise out of the Aegean only to crest at a distinctive circular rim before falling back down to sea level at the center of the caldera. And I wanted to be in the center of that volcano.
The first stop on our sailing tour of the Greek islands was actually in Turkey, at Bozuk Buku, beneath the ruins of ancient Loryma.
But first we had to find the boat.
I blame Gwyneth Paltrow.
Of all the places I traveled as a kid, Greece was at once both the most memorable and the most regrettable.
Memorable because of the rugged natural beauty, fascinating culture, and contagious congeniality of the Greek people. Those recollections that live in snapshots viewed through the fog of youth grown old. Leaning into the relentless headwind as we tried and failed to make port in Mykonos. An inappropriate joke told at the oracle site in Delphi. The smile of an olive-eyed Greek girl passing by on the pier.
Regrettable because, at the time, I appreciated none of it.