Monday July 16, 2012:

The day started peacefully with classes being held in the hotel`s board rooms. Knowledge was exchanged and lives were changed. The day continued into the break where young adults scrambled to gather their precious belongings into small satchels which they would take aboard a ferry to Crete. Decisions were made valued items were left behind. The ability of some female students to pack an entire change of wardrobe into a bag the size of a thimble amazes me every time I witness it. The group then boarded a bus and continued onto the museum. There we witness cultural and artistic marvels of the ancient world. The students basked in the history and skill that was present, the majority of which was lost on Tyson as it was apparently his goal to wander aimlessly around the halls. Tensions ran high while patience wore thin as the group struggled to maintain the semblance of attention as the tour guide spoke. Finally the group emerged victorious as the trial of the museum came to an end. The group was then carted to the famous Athenian flea market where many a deal was to be had. Of course Tyson was immediately cheated out of his money all the while being completely oblivious to the skills of bargaining. The group then met outside the market to continue their journey.  There we were assaulted by two ten year old girls who commandeered a cup of ice and began to launch the frozen projectiles at the group. Tyson was naturally the focus of their hatred as he has a detestable personality. After a brief dinner the group was taken by bus to the location of a majestic ferry whose duty was to bring us safely from Athens to Crete. The luggage was labelled and stored while much the same process was applied to the passengers. To my dismay I was rooming with Tyson. I steeled myself for a night of annoyance and horrors. The group settled into their cabins the size of teacups and the emerged from below decks to witness the departure of the ferry. The beauty and grace of the shore was lost upon me as Tyson`s ugly mug was constantly in my line of sight. With the memory of Athens still lingering in our heads we laid them down to rest in our matchbox rooms and drifted off into sleep, dreaming of adventures yet to be had. 

Creatively compiled by Shaan Mehta and Tyson Zehr (but mostly by Shaan) ;)