80 Days Around The Globe

Day 7

9:00 AM

"so you're going to Greece?" our driver asked when I woke up to find ourselves still moving along.

"We are going to Istanbul."

Florin giggled. You're going from bucharest to Istanbul via Greece? Did you ever see a map?"

"It's hardly your business monsieur."

"That's true enough," Florin shrugged. "Like travelling, then, do you?"

"Yes!"

"I know a man in athens," Florin grumbled. "He runs boats." The  contempt in his voice was all too clear.

"Boats to where?"

"Cairo, I think." Florin smiled. "I don't do boats." 

"How might we find him?"

"At the docks, he replied, with pleasingly little sarcasm. "His name is Sophos. I'll put in a word for you when i talk to him tonight."

"We'd appreciate that," I replied.

Florin giggled. I don't think he is quite sound in the head; maybe it was the sun.

but if we had a good route onwards, perhaps that did not matter.

A few hours later, we crested the last rise and the glittering Aegaen Sea was on the horizon.

We had crossed the breadth of europe--but there was a whole world left to travel, and Florin was right, we were not going in a straight line!

2:17 PM 

We arrived.

The people of this city are crazy! They go out in the evenings to tear down what remains of their city wall. I have never seen such thing!

Granted, it is not as though the walls keep anything out; they encircle barely half the city and are easily scalable due to the quantity of rubble piled up each side.

I left them to it-- whatever their strange purpose, it was clearly not intended for outsiders. Instead, I returned to Fogg via some excellent grilled fish and a little, marvellous dash of retsina.

With what remained of the day, I afforded my master every service, ensuring he was comfortable.