We are discussing here Before the age of low-cost flights, the most cost-effective way of going to Greece was by train. A month’s Inter-Rail ticket only costs £33, and you had to be under 26 to shop for one. Fortunately for us, there’s now no regulation, and youth hostels make no stipulation about “youth”. So we decided, within the spirit of ’73, that we’d stay in hostels where possible, although most of those we’d been to before had closed down. We also decided that while our quest was to succeed in Ios, we wouldn’t stick with an equivalent route as last time, through West Germany and Yugoslavia. (After all, they not exist.)
When we received Calais
I asked the lady at the knowledge desk if she could suggest an itinerary to Austria. She started tapping at her computer asking me whereabouts we wished to travel,’ Vienna’ I replied (as I speak French … but obviously not that well). As we depart, clutching our printed timetable, we realized we’d been directed to Vienne in France, not Vienna. But we thought we’d also go there anyway. Vienne, near Lyons, clothed to be wonderful. There happened to be a concert that night, so we had an accompaniment as we wandered about.
The next day, we depart again for Vienna. We got as far as Lausanne when a lady suggested we stop off at Montreaux. There was a hostel there, so we thought we’d try it out. It clothed to be right the shores of Lake Geneva, and within minutes Jane and that I was swimming within the lake, hardly believing our luck. It felt a touch strange sharing a dormitory with four young Swiss girls, but they were friendly enough.
within the morning
within the morning, we began for Vienna once more. once we reached the station, however, we found there was a train close to leaving for Milan. We jumped on, enjoying the random nature of our journey. We never did get to Vienna.
once we received stations, we’d gaze up at the departures board. If the train we had intended to require didn’t leave for hours, we simply caught another one that took our fancy. So, during a haphazard fashion, we worked our way southeast.
We took the ferry from Italy to Greece — it had been rather classy, with escalators and a swimming bath — and another from Piraeus to Ios, which certainly wasn’t. Hordes folks raced onboard to stake our claim to the benches, and therefore the deck was heaving with people and their trolley suitcases. Hardly anyone was traveling with rucksacks. I found it impossible to sleep. I’d moved thus far out of my temperature.
Just after dawn, we arrived
As a part of our teenage pilgrimage, we took a bus up through the village towards Mylopotas beach. In 1973, there have been no cars on Ios. If you walk past the port, you’ll leave behind the noise of cars and listen to goats with bells around their necks and therefore the views are spectacular. As we climbed up the old donkey track to the most village for supper, the streets were filling up. Everyone looked under 25, and that we felt as if we’d gatecrashed a student party. But we couldn’t believe how friendly our fellow drinkers were, inviting us to nightclubs and pouring out their life stories.
Inviting us to nightclubs and pouring
Here, with numerous children around, we stood out. counting on personal recommendation, we found a small beach called Valmas, which became our favorite haunt. it had been often deserted due to a robust breeze and that we were ready to skinny-dip off the rocks — something we wouldn’t have dared do once we were 18. One evening we returned to the Ios Club, where, in 1974, we wont to watch the sunset. They still played serious music. Last time, we’d sat on the rocks outside, as we couldn’t afford to shop for drinks. At this point we ordered Greek beer and sat on the terrace, feeling like millionaires.
A text arrived from home
A text arrived from home. “Are you arriving back tomorrow? Time to go home. No rush, though. We’d become railway enthusiasts, marveling at the scenery. Some trains were crowded and dirty, but most were excellent. it had been liberating to eat when necessary, instead of at mealtimes, and that I now knew that, a bit like my 18-year-old self, I could sleep in my clothes. At the beginning of our journey, I’d had trouble putting my suitcase within the roof rack. Now I used to be swinging it recklessly over my head.