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

[hawkwing_lb]

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.

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[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Istanbul!

...Unless someone holds a really relevant conference there, I'm resigned to it being a city I'll never be able to afford to visit, not unless I grow wealthy in my old age. There's so much elsewhere I ought to see first.

Manuscripts are cool. One of the few things I regret about having had a non-ancient-languages-focused education - I'm picking up the basics of Greek, slowly, but manuscripts will always be someone else's playground.

Thank god for the people who love pots. And the ones who love coins. This way I don't have to.

This. Most fervently this.

[byzantienne.livejournal.com]

It is one of my favorite cities ever, and someday I am going to convince ARIT they want me to stay for three months or something.

I'm not good enough at Greek for what I'm trying to do. But I keep trying. Masochism, probably. But oh my god, touching the old manuscripts is the best thing.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

I wish you both luck and joy. :)