One last Greek adventure...

Our sense of feeling slightly underwhelmed by Mykonos continued the next day, as we woke to find torrential rain streaming down the street outside the hotel. The place isn't exactly set up for wet weather, including our hotel whose outdoor eating area was completely under water... So after a quick, cramped breakfast in the tiny hotel lobby with the other 6 guests waiting their turn, we made a hasty exit and headed for the marina.

It wasn't until we were on the ferry heading back to Athens that we made a final disastrous discovery - Bec's passport, which had been kept as security by the overly friendly, slightly off-putting hotel owner, was still sitting in a drawer back at the hotel!!! In all the confusion over breakfast, it had been completely forgotten. After initial panic at the thought that we'd be stranded in Athens (we were due to fly out the next morning), we tracked down the hotel's phone number and were assured a little too casually that all would be fine. The passport would be on the late ferry to Athens that day, no problems.

Confusion over the exact name and company of the ferry did little to reduce Bec's apprehension, and we spent a less than relaxed day in the capital before collecting the elusive passport with minimal drama at the port that evening. Crisis averted. And we even managed to squeeze in that long-awaited visit to the Acropolis: