Kos, day one (Greece, the twenty-second day)

Remind me, at some point when I feel less like a wrung-out rag, to tell you all about my exciting navigation of the metro strike in Athens and plane trip to Kos.

For now, I am in Kos. It has castles, and sea, and column capitals, and I can see Turkey from my window. And now I am needing to fall over. Thud, like that.