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I grab our handlebar bags and water bottles and leave Justin to secure our bikes onto the railing of the ferry in Bandirma. Following the crowd upstairs and inside, I choose a window seat in the front of the boat away from the bustle of passengers. Several long minutes pass and I peek over the …
We climb the metal stairs to the ferry’s top deck and take a seat on an unoccupied bench at the edge of the boat. The sun is out on this October morning, but an autumnal breeze steals its warmth away, and so we sit close, maximizing our body heat. I pull my knees up to my …
The road to Athens is a three-lane, shoulderless highway. Cars drive seemingly unaware of painted lanes, careen to close gaps in traffic and avoid collisions by mere milliseconds. Scooters weave through what little extra space exists between vehicles. There isn’t enough room to ride alongside on our bicycles, but we do it anyway because it’s …