Monday, June 26, 2006
The Cats of Pigeon Island

This American family were walking down the hill too and they stopped and petted the cats as well. I got talking to them, they were passengers from the big honking Galaxy. We chatted as we walked back to the port together, they said that they had just come from Istanbul on the boat.
Next I dared to go into the bazaar for some souveniers, but I quickly got pissed off by the high pressure salesmen, who wouldn't let you look at anything before trying to convince you to buy it. One guy was standing outside his shop and smiled at me as I stumbled on an uneven piece of road as I entered the bazaar. After I gave up with the hassle and started walking back to the boat, I passed this guy again. I had drunk my water by then and was sick of carrying it around, this same guy tried to get me to go into his shop, but I stopped only long enough to say "is there a bin around here mate?", he obilgingly took the empty bottle out of my hand, and I walked off, leaving him standing there holding it. Oh well, you can't win them all!
The Galaxy left the port a few minutes before we did, so we started the custom that we followed every evening when the ship left port, we went up on the top deck to watch the boat leave port. When the Galaxy reversed out of the dock, all the people on the ship waved at everyone on our ship (waving down for the most part, as we waved back up at them) not that we knew anyone on there, but I think that I may have spotted the American family at one point.