Aegean

October first found us sailing past the coast of Turkey on our way to Rhodes at the far eastern end of the Aegean.

Watching Turkey go by.

There, we encountered historical traces left on the landscape by ancient Greeks and Romans, the Knights Templar, and even the Italians who occupied the island in the early 20th century.

In the Old Town.

Local Trekking Hellas reps collected us in Rhodes City and transported us to Embonas, there to begin our Trekking Rhodes excursion. We learned that Embonas is known far and wide for its wonderful food and local wine.

On Profitis Ilias, we visited two hotels frequented by Mussolini during the Italian occupation.
On Attaviros, we encountered a high wind farm near an army installation.

On Akramitis, we could see the full extent of the outer Aegean—east to Cyprus, west to the Aegean islands and Greece, southwest to Karpathos and Crete.

In Lindos, we saw our first white Cycladic town absolutely mobbed with tourists.

The line to get into the Acropolis of Lindos. Some people ride donkeys up and down.

We finished our stay in Rhodos with three nights at a house in Kritika, a suburb of Rhodes City settled 100 years ago by Muslim refugees from Crete.

Our house in Rhodos

We explored the modern city (H&M in Rhodes City is a great place restock a wardrobe!) and watched The Guns of Navarone, now that we could appreciate the geography of eastern Rhodos. We even drove the entire circumference of the island in our rental car just so we could revisit our beloved southwestern region.

From Rhodes, we took a ferry back to Athens and then another one south to Santorini, where we explored the volcanic landscape. Verdict: geography amazing, culture awful, traffic likely impossible and impassible in August.

Santorini, looking past houses into the volcanic caldera.

And that was the eastern Aegean. It was mid-October—time for our last stage: Crete.