There are good days and bad days when traveling. Today was a mix of both but mostly bad. The day began for me when at about 5am I woke up and suddenly decided to check our tickets to Crete. Something was bothering me and when I double checked I realized that I had been focusing on the arrival date which was today, the problem was the ferry was overnight and had left last night. To paraphrase the great philosopher John Wayne, “Travel is hard, but it is harder when you are stupid.” Feeling really stupid I fired off an email to the agent that had booked our ticket hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.
After exchanging several emails with the agent the worst came true, we were out the fare for the missed ferry. To make matters worst we would also be out the fare for the unused return tickets as they were non-refundable. So after looking at our options we decided to bite the bullet and buy tickets for tonight.
We spent the rest of the morning organizing ourselves for our first drive of the trip. I was not looking forward to driving to the port as it entailed crossing Athens. Our ferry did not depart until 10 pm but I wanted to get going in the early afternoon. Ton was worried that if we got there too early the port would turn us away. She had nothing to be worried about it turns out.
The drive across Athens turned out to be very smooth and we arrived at the port in about an hour. The only adventure came when the gate that our ferry was supposed to board from was closed and I did not realize it until we were sitting in front of it. I had to make a creative turn to get out and then wander thru a neighborhood for a few minutes before I found a gate that worked.
The port of Piraeus is the largest ferry port in Europe. Ferries to all of the different Greek islands run from there as well as sea going ferries to Italy and Turkey. It is really quite immense. What it is also is very loosely organized, bordering on chaotic. The first hint is there is no security to check you in at the gate, having worked in ports in the US in the past they are heavily guarded and entrance and movement inside is highly regulated, not so much here.
Once we were inside I saw a ticket kiosk for the company of our ferry and swung in there to see where I should go. The lady scanned my phone printed us out our boarding passes, one for Ton, François, and me and then told me that our ship would begin boarding in a few hours. I asked her where we should stage François and she said any where we wanted, just watch for the boat and get on when we see it.
After we found a comfortable spot we decided to head into town for dinner before boarding. Ton had read about this hole in the wall place near the port that had good food so we decided to check it out. The food was very good and the owner was a character. We ordered a beer to split with our dinner, but he came over and asked us how we liked the food and gave us another beer “on him”. A bunch of his friends came in and he joined them in a boisterous conversation punctuated with frequent toasts of a drink consisting of Vodka and Lemon soda. When I went to pay he grabbed me by the arm and with a wink pulled me out of Tons site and gave me a shot of the Vodka and Lemon soda to toast. But while we were having our illicit toast, his wife was telling Ton what we were up to and they were both laughing at us for thinking we could pull something over on them!
We returned to François and started looking for our ferry. After a while I noticed a bunch of vehicles lining up next to about where I though the boat was going to come in so I wandered over there and asked a Greek Coastguardsman if this was for Chania. He said yes and asked me where my car was, I pointed to François and he said bring it here and pointed to a spot in the do not park here area right next to the boat ramp.
When the ferry first arrived around 6:30 pm we figured we would have a lot of time to enjoy our “luxury room” before the scheduled 10 pm sailing. We were wrong.
The next 3.5 hours were spent with a front row seat on one of the most chaotic boarding operations I have seen. It began when we realized all of the semi-trucks we saw without trailers were there to go on board and haul unattached trailers off the boat. As the trucks were going on and off they would occasionally let 15 or 20 cars go on which turned in to a grand prix style race to be one of the privileged cars, while the crew and the coast guard tried in vain to maintain order. Occasionally someone would emerge from their car and get in a shouting match with the crew and the coastguard, that usually resulted in the irate person getting a head start on the other cars during the next boarding- car sprint. As this motorized chaos was going on the pedestrian passengers were intermingled with the vehicles and using the same ramp as the semi’s to get on board. It was really something else, and even though we were the first car in line the crew was adamant that we were not to get into the sprint to board, which just meant we were an obstacle that had to be negotiated during the sprint often with just millimeters to spare. Finally at 10:15 one of the crew pointed at us and told us to back onto the boat. It turns out that we were going to be the first vehicle off in the morning. As we were gathering our things, the Captain of the ferry came up to me and said that he really needed us here as soon as they docked as the ship couldn’t be off loaded without us moving first.
Our luxury cabin was really very nice, and we finally settled into it about 11pm with a short nights sleep to look forward to. To summarize anything to do with ferries bad, anything to do with Greece good.
Jim asks you to get a coffee with milk and drink it at a bayside cafe for her. That was her favorite activity while in Greece years back. We never took a ferry anywhere which lucky for us it appears. My nerves would be completely with such a mish mash. I enjoyed this posting more than any other but my ribs are a little sore from laughing.
Part of our morning routine is I make Ton a cup of cafe au lait. She just does not get it on the waterfront though. The problem with the ferry is that they cannot decide if it is a ferry moving cars and people, or a RO-RO cargo vessel moving trailers of cargo to Crete. They had to go on board and off load about 75 trailers before they could begin loading anything, and then as the night went on they gave priority to loading another 75 to 100 trailers which entailed two way traffic on the ferry. In between they tried to squeeze cars on, but people were waiting in line for hours while they were loading. As someone who once worked with loading RO-RO cargo vessels it was not ideal, but perversely entertaining.