Everywhere all the time all at once

 We got up on the boat, we didnt die, there was no ship wreck and nobody was rolling around in shit and piss.  It was a normal wake up on a big fucking boat, and we both realized we made the correct decision as we sailed into lesbos exactly at 8 o clock.

We hopped off the boat the mass of fiends, and our hotel was literally around the corner.  Check into the hotel, dropped off the suitcases and walked literally 100 feet to the car rental place, where the guy handed us the keys and said, see you soon.

Having never been to Lesvos before, we relied 100% on gps for this trek, and let me just show you a picture of what we did today so you can be impressed.

So basically we started in the capital city of Mytillini, we to Molyvos, Petra, Sigri, Erossos, and back to Mytillini.  It took us all day on some windy as shit roads, but we made it back alive 

The first bit of the trip involved a really nice coastal road, that at times seemed like less road than necessary.  It really looked like the right lane would vanish into the sea at any time.  Before long we went up, into the mountains, and what they don’t tell you about lesvos is that is mostly a giant fucking mountain with some nice beaches on the outside.

After an hour or so of canoodling around some pretty impressive switchbacks, heather reynolds would have been puking her iced vanilla latte right up, we arrived at the quaint seaside town of Molyvos.  We were told this was the main destination of travelers and had a big castle on top of the hill.  We parked at the bottom of the hill and gradually worked our way up as JW took pictures of every cat she saw.  We finally got to the castle and the fake sign said, closed on Tuesdays.  What the fuck?

We then got back in the car and headed north towards Petra, drove right on through without stopping and then headed towards Sigri for lunch.  This road especially fun for my man-roids as it twisted and turned like a pit viper.  We arrived in Sigri with little fan fair, but the town seemed dead, off season we wondered, a parking full of small rental cars and we saw our destination, Cavo Doro, a famed restaraunt by the one and only Matt Barrett.  It looked pretty dead but we walked in and asked the guy if they were even open, and he said yes, so we sat down, and immediately 6 other people showed up to the party.  A little while later 6 more people showed, up, this place was really popular, or as we found out later, the only place open in this bustling tourist town.  We got our food and it was pretty good, but the conversations in German and High English around us really peaked our interest.  A British man with a broken down car was on the phone with his rental agency and said his check engine light came on a week ago but he didnt think anything of it, and now his car was dead and it would take 2 hours to get someone there to replace his car.  Lesson. Learned.

After lunch we wandered over to the castle, which was closed for repairs, got some token cat photos and then headed off to our n ext destination, which at this point was fuckall

From Sigri we went to the Petrified Forest of Lesvos, which was very close to Sigri, but when we got there, the guy said we had 1/2 an hour to explore.  We ran through it a bit, and skipped most of it, but lets be serious, once you’ve seen one dried up piece of wood, you’ve seen them all.  We immediately got in the car and headed off into the wild beyond.

There were lots of twisting and crazy roads in between where we finally landed, we went though many small hamlets and eventually wound up down on the road near the right edge of the horseshoe that is Lesbos.  This flat bit of road was nice relief, and speed back to Mytillini post haste.

Once back of the Blue Sea Hotel, JW took a bit of a nap while I wandered around the city, finally making it back to the hotel and befriended the hotel staff lady named Stella.  We chatted and she gave me lots of recommendations, all of which I ignored, and then JW and I went to eat across town at a place that was apparently closed.  Fuck.

We managed to collect ourself and eat at the place next door, where the waiter treated us like the unwanted child he had with his one night stand.  It got so bad at one point we both stood up and walked over to pay and nearly walked out because he couldn’t be bothered to take our money.  The food was ok,not great.

We had a drink on a beautiful rooftop bar and went back to our hotel and chatted fiercely with Stella about cats and life and love and happiness and now were going to bed.  

Good night.