The ferry to Rhodes was fast and windy (it was the same ferry I took to Lipsi). I love being caressed, massaged, smacked around even, by the warm wind and spray and the rocking and swaying of the boat. (I’m not sure how I’d feel about a force 10 gale, mind). We called in at Leros, Patmos, Kalymnos, Kos and Symni before arriving at Rhodes. I’m still amazed at how different they all are in appearance, let alone how they experience.
Rhodes – the town – is big, touristy –but I’m impressed by the medieval ruins and the Old Town. I stop for something to eat (expensive) then cycle around in circles trying to escape. The compass really does come in handy when one way systems insist on taking you where you don’t want to go. South! South West even! I’m heading down the West coast which is very built up – hotels, casinos – beaches lined with sunbeds. There are young people swimming in the sea in the dark – so I decide sleeping on the beach is not such a good idea.
I spot an empty apartment block – with a ‘for sale’ sign outside. It looks like it’s been empty for a while, with a dense shrubbery all around. Around the back, behind the empty swimming pool, is a boarded up house with a large covered and tiled verandah – ideal for a camping spot (apart from the mossies).
It was fine indeed – apart from the blasted mosquitoes. I eventually found that making a tent out of my silk sleeping bag – right over my head, and holding it closed – kept the buggars off –though really persistent ones can bite right through the material. Nothing disturbed me all night. Apart from the mossies.