Boat

As I mentioned in the prior blog, I took a ferry ride to Crete that was very long, a little over eight hours to be exact. When I was a kid I never understood the term ferry, I still don't, to be honest. I'm not sure why it's not just called a boat. In kindergarten, we were taking a field trip to Peaks Island, an island off the coast of Maine, and the teacher kept talking about preparing for the ferry ride. Obviously, my mind was registering "fairy" as opposed to "ferry." This confused me because I was pretty certain "fairies" were not real (I was gifted). Simply using the term boat would've saved me from questioning everything I thought I knew.

I like the ferry rides back home. The furthest island is like an hour-long ride. That's the perfect amount of time to look at the views before getting bored. You couldn't even do that on this ferry ride, it was overnight. We took off at like 9 pm, but we did get to see the sunrise when we docked. 

That was pretty cool. But now, I would like to focus on the things that were not pretty cool. First of all, they sell way more ferry tickets than there are seats on the ferry. You can buy a cabin or seats in these special reclining comfy chairs that take up one of the floors, but it's very expensive. People try their best to secure chairs and outlets while others sit on the floor. A lot of people chose to lay on the floor to get sleep anyway. You could also sit outside on the back of the boat, but it got fairly cold when the sun went down. In the middle of the night, one man, in a crowd of people struggling to fall asleep, began cranking out lawnmower sounds. His snoring continued for hours, before becoming mere white noise to everyone around him. The snores lasted through the night until the last half hour of the ride when the sun began to rise and we could see Crete out the windows.