Friends, I have bad news for you. In Naples, on the second-to-last day of the cruise, something went wrong with my camera and most of my pictures from Rhodes, Santorini and Naples disappeared from my camera. I think it was the memory card that had problems. But whatever the problem was, I now have fewer pictures from those ports than any others. Fortunately, there were two people traveling with me, and both of them were taking pictures while we were there.
We had no arranged tour in Rhodes. Our ship docked at the north end of the island, within sight of Turkey, which is only a few miles to the north of the island. We were also within walking distance of the walled medieval city of Rhodes, and so we walked into town in the morning. The medieval city was built by the Knights of St. John (also known as the Knights Hospitaller). The island belonged to the Byzantine Empire from the First Crusade until the city was taken by Suleiman the Magnificent in 1522. Today the medieval city is a – you guessed it – UNESCO World Heritage Site. I think this was number seven for the trip (after Venice, Dubrovnik’s old city, Corfu Town, ancient Olympia, the Acropolis and Delos). Also, this was the third place we visited that was once the site of a wonder of the ancient world. The Colossus of Rhodes stood next to the harbor in ancient times – but for only about 50 years before it was felled by an earthquake.
Anyway, we walked into town and wandered around the city for a while. We walked up the Street of the Knights, where the knights used to have houses based on where they were from.
The street ended at the Palace of the Grand Master, which is just a fun thing to say. Someday I would like to call my house the Palace of the Grand Master, but I will probably have to wait until I live in a place that looks grand enough. The palace is the building just over the wall in this picture. In the foreground of the picture is a former moat that has been made into a park.
We continued to walk through the town for a while, looking at shops. The medieval city was closed to car traffic, but every thirty seconds or so, pedestrians had to step aside as a scooter carrying a scowling Greek whizzed by. Though the medieval city was charming, the scooters got old fast. I highly recommend (not just for Rhodes, but for most of the places we visited in Greece) that the Greeks look into pedestrian-only areas, or at least sidewalks, in places where they get lots of tourist traffic. Just a suggestion.
After looking at some shops, and buying olive-wood salad tongs, we split up. Mary stayed in the city, while Dad and I went searching on Mt. Smith for the ancient acropolis. After some hiking, we found it. There was a stadium, a theater, a temple of Pythian Apollo, and a nice view of the town.
What’s left of the Temple of Pythian Apollo:
Then my Dad and I walked back down to the medieval town, met with Mary, and walked back to the ship along some streets we had not seen earlier. On the ship that evening, we had dinner again at Da Vinci’s.