“Travels to A Different Time” : 11July1973: Piraeus and Ios: Overweight Greek Brats and Hippies: Who is Mom Sleeping With?

Up at 6 a.m. somewhat spaced out by grungy bus travel, transatlantic crossings and a late-night movie I shouldn’t have watched in Bangor the night before our flight. All we could find to eat was a package of cookies. There was mass confusion on the docks with shouting and arguments. There is nothing like travel exhaustion to give everything a surreal edge. On the ship we met a Greek girl Athena who is going to university in New Jersey in the fall. There were loads of hippies more than the usual on an island steamer. There were also a large number of overweight Greek kids. A strange crowd of passengers. We traveled last year to a Yugoslavian Island of Murter where there is a deaf mute camp. Is Ios a haven for hippies and overweight children! We had some chow at the snack bar on board. For once I am not starving on a continual basis. We stopped at the island of Paros a beautiful looking island and we said good-bye to Athena. After 8 hours of sailing, we arrived in Ios and had a trouble finding a room. Mom forgot the Munich bag we purchased with Fritz last summer. What ever happened to that guy. Not a question I think I should ask. I had to tear back to the ship and rescue the Munich bag. Mom went up the hill to a village and found a room but as we trudged up the hill to check in she forgot where the hotel was. After an emotional time we found it and off to a true Yugoslavian greasy dinner one doesn’t expect in Greece (pardon the pun). What did Mom book? Why am I sleeping in a room with three others. Where is Mom?