Our first day on Kos is described in the last chronological post. On the second day we pedalled to the ruins of the Asklepieion where Hippocates taught and where the sick came to be healed. We’d left our bags at the hotel, even though we’d checked out. After seeing the ruins we returned there to collect our belongings and to spend some quiet time before heading to the next ferry.
In addition to the not-unusual preponderance of Germans, Kos seemed to be hopping with Dutch tourists. The cafe we’d eaten at had a trilingual menu: Greek, German, and Dutch. We understand that certain Greek islands tend to gather certain tourist nationalities, probably due to a combination of the word-of-mouth effect and the fact the locals begin to cater to certain groups by providing niche breakfast menus. Like some Brits who require bangers and mash on the coast of Spain, we expect some Nederlanders need their pankoeks, so these were provided on Kos. Perhaps the Dutch effect is also part of the reason that it’s a cycling island.
We took an evening ship to Patmos, a large vessel of the Blue Star Line. We parked our bikes as directed by the deckhand. I had qualms about the position of our bikes in relation to the racks of suitcases, but as polite Canadians we did as instructed. Next time round, I’d make a fuss till I was offered more suitable bike stowage, because what happened to my bike was very nearly a show-stopper for our trip. If we’d had any less preparedness and problem-solving ability we’d have been forced to reroute to the nearest large city bike shop.
(Note: Blue Star Ferries will be receiving a strongly-worded letter from us.)