The End of My Journey

When I woke up (this getting magically-knocked out and waking up in a different place was getting pretty old) I found myself lying on the street in the middle of Athens, my journal and camera (complete with picture of the Cyclops) with me. By the end of the day, I had taken a plane back home. Looks like my journey is over. However, I think I've gathered enough evidence to build that dossier.