The first time I planned to visit mainland Greece, as an add-on to a tour of Turkey, I wound up hopping around on crutches with my right ankle in plaster. Since I was the designated driver for Greece, we had to cancel that part of the trip.
This time, after thoroughly enjoying London, Annecy and Montreux, I fell and broke my left wrist in Murren. Two wonderful British couples rushed to my rescue, and the doctors at the Interlaken hospital pinned the bone back together for me, but I couldn't continue to travel alone. I am happy to be able to report that my medivac insurance (Traveler's Emergency Network) got me home.
I thought that perhaps I was not supposed to visit Greece? Or perhaps a third time would be the charm?
After the more painful months of physical therapy were behind me, I started planning again.
This time I would START in Greece. Or almost - a friend and I took the train to Washington for the weekend,
then I flew to London for one night before boarding an Olympic Airlines flight to Thessaloniki.
Aside from the tour-guide-from-hell in Romania, the need to bribe the Transnistria border guards, and some less than
ideal weather, the trip was a great success. Although I limped a fair amount, I did manage to complete this trip without needing a doctor.
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