So Who Wants to Buy me a Scooter?
From Athens it was just a hop, skip and a jump, and we were on yet another night ferry, this time for the Cyclades. Naxos was our destination, an island that the Lonely Planet describes as the biggest, greenest and perhaps most beautiful of the whole archipelago. I have no idea if they are right, as it was the only one we went to, but I’m inclined to believe them. Damn, it was fiiiiiine! Swimming—cool. Island souvlaki, yoghurt with honey for dessert—yum. But the best, the creme de la creme, was when I rented a scooter, and Matt a motorcycle, and we spent the whole day touring the island at break neck speed. Ok, maybe not quite what most would consider break neck, but for me, a non driver with inhibitions to lose, it seemed f$*%´n fast, and I’m sure I could have managed to break my neck somehow if I was say to fall off the scooter or something … anyway, it was amazing! I was euphorically happy. You would better understand if you could have seen the view, we will try to get the pictures up soon. We went from tiny little town, to tiny little town. At first we would stop and look around, but then we realised that we would much rather just keep scooting… fuck the towns!
Matt was having a good time too, but it was a serious good time. He had to concentrate on what he was doing more that I did. There was a bit more to his bike than just: gas and break, gas and break. And he did very well, only fell off the bike a few times. Parents, please don’t fret, all of the falls were from a standstill, and did way more damage to the bike than to his person (and yes, we were wearing helmets). When he was in motion, he was in total control, king of the road. Motorcycles take practice, but you don’t even really need an opposable thumb to master the scooter.
Yup, I’m all about the scooter. I hear they make great Christmas gifts.