The Old World Part X

The next stop on our Italian cruise was curiously in Greece. We left Sicily and headed under the sole and heel of the boot to the birth place of democracy. Our ship docked at the island of Corfu, which is one of the northern most islands in Greece. From the northern shore you can see Albania. So we were no where near Athens or any of the touristy spots. If this was my only exposure to Greece, I would pass on another visit. The island of Korfu reminds me of the front yard of someone from eastern Kentucky. I fully expected to see a tireless 78' Camero on blocks with weeds growing through where the windshield used to be.

We took at four wheel excursion tour around the island. We went up a mountain using multiple switchbacks that were hairpin curves back and forth up the slope. We passed a few busses that looked like there was no way they could maneuver the road. I know why Grand Prix is more popular in Europe. The land scape was picturesque but the buildings were all run down or half finished. It looked like a construction boom where someone ran off with the loan money before the roofing materials were bought.

I expected Greece to be more ancient and historic. When we got back to town, it was car dealerships and gas stations. It could have been a road in any major town in the midwest. The only difference was that the car dealerships were Renault, Peugot, and Fiat instead of Chevrolet, Ford and Dodge. They had BP stations over there so at least that made for something we see every day here in the states. The next leg of the cruise was to the Greek Islands and Turkey. I would have liked to see a little more of Greece but there is alwasy the next time.

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