Drifting on a Greek daydream
THE man was young and good looking. I was not. He had carpets to sell. I had no interest.
“Hey you, Jennifer Lopez, come and check out my shop,” he called.
What woman could resist responding to such preposterous nonsense?
“You're good,” I laughed, but quickly continued down the alley in the heart of Kusadasi, avoiding several dozen more carpet sellers beckoning me frantically into their shops for some “carpet education”.
As none of them had the enterprise or impudence of the original guy, it was easy to refuse them. I'd been caught before by “carpet educators” and found it difficult to escape without spending hundreds of dollars.
Kusadasi was our first port of call on a seven-day Greek Island Star Clipper cruise.
It was full of tempting shops selling high-end carpets and glittering jewellery. But there were also busy cafes and small boutiques, so we ate and drank and spent a little money in Kusadasi, happy to put something small into the local economy.
Once a fishing village, Kusadasi is now a bustling resort town on the Turkish coast, and it made for quite a colourful introduction to a line-up of exciting ports-of-call.
After leaving Athens, we spent a day at sea, giving us a chance to get to know Star Clipper.
In between eating for most of the day, we'd check out the library, dip into the small pool and make appointments for massages.
In the evening, we'd sip a couple of heady cocktails at the Tropical Bar, listen to Petro tinkle the ivories in the lounge, eat six courses at dinner and even have a little late-night shuffle on the dancefloor