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June 7, 2009
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June 7, 2009
Saturday, June 6th
Sites Visited: the Aegean Sea
Where did we stay tonight?: Athens
Leaders: Ally Begly and Kate Ginsburg
Babies go hooome!
This morning we slept in on Syros, then checked out of the hotel with time enough to make our 12:15 PM ferry. After buying our last round of periptero snacks (*tear*), we got on the high speed ferry to head back to Athens. We had a busy boat ride completing our end statements and course evaluations, but the usual card players managed to squeeze in one last game of rook. We disembarked for the last time in scenic Piraeus and took the train back to the Astor Hotel. At the Astor, CJ used his innate abilities to find us a bowling ally, and we all prepared for our fabulous bowling and Brazilian food festivities. Words can not describe the performances of CJ, Jason, and especially Ben (who bowled a 197) during our outing. As usual, Barbski held it down for the girls with many strikes. We then proceeded to a beautiful Brazilian restaurant tucked away in a remote neighborhood of Athens and had a delicious, many course dinner. Dinner was interspersed with speeches, toasts, and humorous reminiscences of the crazy times that we’ve had together on the FSP. We all went back to the hotel afterwards and presented Sarah with her gift, a highlight reel of some of the funniest incidents from the trip. Afterwards, most of the group ventured out for a classic Athenian clubbing experience at Lava Bore.
Early this morning, Barbski and Ben were the first to leave on their Italian excursion. The rest of us will all be leaving at some point between now and Monday. Overall, this FSP was a once in a lifetime experience that none of us will ever forget. To our wonderful professors and amazing TA, thank you for all of your hard work and for making the trip the incredible experience that it has been. Now, as sad as it is, it’s time for the babies to go home.
PS—Be sure to check out our end statements and portraits (taken by our excellent photographer Alex Maceda). Thanks to everyone at home for keeping up with the blog. We hope you enjoyed experiencing Greece with us!
June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5th
Sites Visited: Syros Archaeological Museum, Chaliandri (attempted), Kastri (attempted)
Where did we stay tonight?: Syros
Leaders: Dallis Fox and Joe Indvik
FSP To-Do List (as of 6/5/2009 at 9:30 a.m.)
- One last museum (in all its three-room glory)
- One last navigationally challenged near-death island car adventure
- One last hike through the thorny, rock-laden foothills of Greece
- One last (and first, and hopefully only) escaped herd of goats to be corralled (see Joe’s ending statement for more info)
- One last sandy beach along the Aegean
- One last Greek dinner (tomorrow’s will be Brazilian)
- One last perpetration of a fashion faux pas on the unsuspecting streets of a small Greek town (see picture)
- One last American ruckus raised on the otherwise-peaceful restaurant district of said town
- Three hikes up precipitous, thorny, rocky cliffs in search of peak sanctuaries
- Two all-night ferry rides, confined to close quarters with wild Greek teenagers
- Two bad experimentations with facial hair
- Visit over 100 sites
- Explore the underground, cavernous store rooms of the British Museum
- Visit the world-famous Acropolis!
- Climb to the top of the Proyplaia
- Enter the Parthenon itself, much the chagrin of nearby tourists
- Scale the ancient towers of Orchomenos
- Avoid death on the winding, cliff-hugging roads of the rural Peloponnese while travelling twice the advisable speed in a charter bus
- Perform a chilling rendition of the alma mater at the theater of Epidauros
- Sneak into the ridiculously well-preserved temple at Bassae
- Visit Hades
- Participate in the Dartmouth Olympiad…at Olympia
- Study in Aristotle’s School
June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4th
Sites Visited: Delos
Where did we stay tonight?: Syros
Leaders: KT Holroyd and Ben Kahn
This morning we woke up nice and early to grab the ferry from Mykonos to Delos, our last major archaeological site (a sad sad day for the FSP). After a breezy 45 minute boat ride out to the tiny rocky outcropping that is Delos, we came ashore and drew (maybe our last) map for Professor Christesen. PCC then led us in a whirlwind tour of the island, including showing us the various temple remains and a giant marble base that would have held a colossus. We took a quick look into the museum, then had a quick break for lunch, and then quickly headed up to the theater quarter to analyze some big Roman houses. Everything’s quick when you are on a ferry schedule, and we finished just in time to catch the 1:30 boat back to Mykonos. Back at tourist central, we all split up to spend our last couple hours on Mykonos in different ways. Some went back to the hotel to lounge around the pool, others meandered around the tiny maze-like streets. We all gathered up again to grab the ferry to the island of Syros, our last stop in the Aegean. In the midst of the relaxing hydrofoil transportation, PCC sprang a map quiz on us (Jerry woke up for 30 seconds, did it, then fell right back asleep). We docked in Syros and settled into our beautiful hotel by the sea, ready to enjoy the last few days out here in paradise.
June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3rd
Sites Visited: Mykonos Archaeological Museum
Where did we stay tonight?: Mykonos
Leaders: Jerry Guo and Chris Johnson
The odyssey of the Dartmouth Classics FSP continued today with (surprise, surprise) more travel. And what better way to travel than by ship, the noblest form of transportation after the quadriga. Like long-suffering Odysseus, seed of Zeus and sacker of cities, we set sail from the island we were marooned on; farewell to beautiful Naxos, land of colossal kouroi and Mexican food.
And what was our destination? The pirate (tourist) haven of Mykonos! We pulled into port around noon, and we immediately set off in search of the Mykonos Archaeological Museum. Three kilometers and 30 minutes of wandering through the winding streets of the town later, we arrived at the museum and proceeded to do presentations on various pieces of art. Highlight: musical shaker/tongue scraper.
After the museum we were given a couple hours off, and some chose to go to the beach, some chose to lounge in the hotel pool, and some chose to explore the touristy desolation of the island. We reconvened in the evening for an Odyssey discussion group and finished the day around 10pm. Tomorrow: the last Cycladic island and site of our FSP, Syros.
June 2, 2009
Tuesday, June 2nd
Sites Visited: Naxos Archaeological Museum
Where did we stay tonight?: Naxos
Leaders: Alexander Assaf and Kait Barber
Journal of the Leader of the Kahnquestadors:
Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
9:55am: Scouted the wild city in search for the Kastro, the antiquated walled stronghold of the city surrounded by modern overgrowth.
9:58am: Asked one of the natives the direction of the Kastro. She pointed right as she said “left.” This is a land of many strange customs.
10:15am: Reaching the border of Naxos town. The native spoke untrue words. Is this a trap?! Running the other way to avoid any hostile
10:25am: Reoriented myself in the proper direction. Relative direction of the Kastro is becoming clear.
10:30am: Left our camp in search for the Kastro path
10:35am: Uncovered the route and traversed the Mediterranean island relatively unscathed.
10:39am: Lost in the Naxian jungle of unmarked trails. A little free-styling is in order.
10:42am: The Kastro has been sighted up in the distance. We are headed the wrong way. Corrective procedures are underway.
10:45am: Found a trail near the water, and created our own path towards the Kastro.
10:48am: Impeded by a wall. Our kahnquestadors valiantly scaled the wall with myself at the helm prepared to fight off any native that hindered my group’s progress.
10:50am: Made our way up into the Kastro and found our way to a museum
10:58am: A friendly face awaited the band of Kahnquestadors to lead them into the holding spot of the island’s relics.
11:36am: Our friendly guide finished debriefing us of the secrets of the island’s relics. We departed in search of them.
1:00pm: Reported our finds through various documents. The relics were in some protective case. Since we could not take them back home, we had to sketch and describe the unique items we saw.
1:45pm: Our company finished lunch and reported back to camp.
8:00pm: All the Kahnquestadors took a break from working and feasted on Mexican food to remind us of our ancestral counterparts, the Conquistadors.
10:20pm: All has been a great day. My men settled in camp tidying up their belongings preparing for an early departure with the rise of the sun.
June 2, 2009
Sites Visited: Archaic Naxian Marble Quarry
Where did we stay tonight?: Naxos
Leaders: Charlie Clark and Kathryn Mammel
Travels of Gulliverian Proportions, or: FSPers on Naxos, land of sizable extremes
Dedicated to the memory of Sarah C. Murray
After a short flight on a small plane, we found ourselves this morning in the land of very littleand very big things. The people seem to be normal sized, for the most part, but the airport, the cars, the Jacuzzi in Professor Christesen’s hotel room, the margaritas, the marble sculptures—way out of proportion, all of them. Welcome to Naxos the land of extremes.
We left our hotel in Athens, realm of normally sized Greek people and things, around 9:45 and fought our way for seats on the bus to the airport. Once there, we checked all of our normally sized bags (so as to avoid excessive weight fees), and hurried off to eat McDonald’s ® meals of varying sizes, ranging from Assaf’s Super-Size Big N’ Tasty ® to Kathryn’s itty bitty Happy Meal ®—let the extremes begin.
Things got kooky soon after, as we sought for our departure point (in fact a bus stop disguised as an airport gate) among the sequentially-challenged gates and duty-free liquor shops. And then things got small. Really small. We climbed the stairs to our plane (all four of them), and hunted among the rows of seats (all 13 of them), and counted the propellers—yes, propellers—both of them. We climbed to our cruising altitude (1500 feet), and were quickly presented with a not-so-vast array of drink options (three—water, orange juice, and Nescafe ®). The flight attendant wheeled out the drink cart soon after takeoff, and by the time she had reached the final row, our descent had begun.
We narrowly avoided landing in a goat pasture, and descended the steps to Naxos Airport—all three rooms of it—and made our way to the five feet of baggage claim conveyor belt. Needless to say, we were surprised and relieved, to find that our luggage had not been shrunk by the journey.
We took a van (a surprisingly spacious automobile for this island of little things) to our hotel, where we realized that things were more complicated than they first seemed. We found ourselves in spacious accommodations featuring a dazzling array of showerheads, at least one plus-size Jacuzzi (party in PCC’s room?), and bed canopies. What sort land is this?
We then settled in the hotel lobby on tiny stools for a lengthy discussion of a little bit of Odysseus’ long journey home and discourses by your humble correspondents. Size confusion continued further, as five of us piled into a teensy yellow rental car to take a longish journey to see a biggish kouros and really biggish kouros in the ancient marble quarries in the inner part of the island.
Back in Naxos town, we ventured to Picasso, famous (and only) Naxian Mexican (Naxi-Mex?) restaurant, home to colossal iguana décor and itty bitty drink umbrellas. We feared the large iguanas might have eaten the itty bitty beach goers. Sipping margaritas in miniature (margarita-itas?) as an aperitif from the friendly normal-sized expats, we contemplated how to best achieve ultimate happiness on this strange island via dessert.
We settled on Waffle House [read: Vaffle House], where we faced nearly infinite options of flavors and an incalculable sum of calories to consume. And consume we did. We then retired to our big rooms for a little well earned unwinding and a long night’s sleep. Soon we will drift to sleep in this strange land, thinking of tomorrow and hoping the assignment will be tiny and the grade inflation large. We like it here on Naxos, land of extremes.
Itty Bitty Baggage Claim
Wandering the Naxian Countryside
Day 72 Photo Gallery