Leaving Athens Hostel
Hostel managers should segregate people who snore.
Is one of my roommates Korean? She's trying to shape her chin with lotion "to make skinny face".
She's Chinese. Why does she think EVERYTHING I say is sooooo funny? "I'm sick of bread" does not equal hilarious.
I should steal a book from the exchange before I check out. This place double charged me anyway. Aegina is going to be a ghost town; I need some books. The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo? Why not?
Arriving at Aegina Island
All these taxis are Mercedes; a good sign. People are eating along the boardwalk; another good sign. This is going to be great. The sky is blue. The sun is shining. A narrow road surrounded by olive trees! The taxi driver might try to rip me off; I'm watching the meter.
We are going up a mountain; I'm almost there. The stone terraces remind me of The Godfather, when Michael goes to Italy.
Ahhh the houses are so cute and small and facing towards massive hills projecting from the sea.
Arriving at Hellenic Wildlife Hospital (Greek name: Ekpaz)
To the right of the driveway are ducks. Dozens of birds are circling above the structure below.
I see a blond woman in a car. She tells me to find Yiannis after I put my stuff down.
A donkey is near the back of a huge building. A crane flies past me. Something is squawking. Screeching is coming from another complex.
Feeling like Ace Ventura.
Finding Yiannis
Yiannis must be the main dude.
Push open the door (iguanas on my left, rabbits on my right). My nose is raped with a combination of feces, fish and raw meat. Can barely stand it. The small room is filled with moving cardboard boxes. Nudge the next door open. A small hawk is on the ground a foot away. He looks at me wide-eyed. I feel like I'm interrupting. Stepping around, he remains still.
Must stop breathing. The smell is intensifying.
Another volunteer greets me. She is surrounded by raw meat and buckets.
Fluttering from a cage beside me.
Yiannis (think an older, dirtier Zach Galifianakis) introduces himself. He has feathers in his hair-not as a fashion statement.
Settling In
Savannah has been here since September. She tells me that Yiannis dumpster dives for food but he cannot drive. She asks if I know how to drive standard. Sure do.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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