Day 8 - Athens
At the airport the other night, we meet up with Chz and the three of us head into town to find the hostel. The cab driver turns on the meter and it comes out to like 20 Euros for the drive from the airport, according to the meter anyway. But he wants 25 Euros because its the airport rate. Huh? You'd think that when the meter goes on thats what you're going to pay, right? I guess not.
After a little walking around the neighbourhood at.. oh... a quarter past midnight, we find the Hostel and the Aussies running it greet us with open arms. We're shown to our beds and decide to head out to find some booze.
The thing you immediately notice about Athens are the stray dogs and cats EVERYWHERE. I mean EVERYWHERE. They follow you, they look at you funny, they're just creepy and a little sad. Tons of orange trees strewn about the city as well, which I think is kinda charming.
Anyway, its 1am and we're looking for a bar. What we didn't realize is that its Easter weekend in the Orthodox calendar and most places are closed. Except for this one dance club type thing that seemed bumpin' enough to get our patronage. Well, the doorman tells us we have to pay a cover. We huddle, discuss things and decide to thank him for his time and leave. He stops us, I think realizing that we're not there to dance, but to drink, and waves the cover charge and lets us in. He was right, we were there to drink, but we danced too! The crowd was a little young, which made me feel old, but it didn't stop me from gettin jiggy wit it. The strange thing happened right after they played YMCA. Of course Chz and I got right down to it, arm motions and everything. ***** watched, Heineken in hand. No one else knew the arm motions there. No one! Damn Greek kids. Anyway, the strange thing was that the place just cleared out right after the song. I really hope it had nothing to do with our dancing.
When we got back to the hostel, boozed out of our minds, Chz having walked over a few cars and kicked various things. Actually, I don't think ***** was drunk at all. Anyway, we got back in at about 5am, but impressed the hostelful of Australians that stayed there with our partying prowess.
A week straight of pure culture and history was starting to get to me, but you can't miss the Acropolis in Athens. Had to do it.
An overview of the city from the Acropolis
Couldn't help but take a picture of an Ontario plated Chrysler minivan parked in Athens. Also looks like it was bought at Brampton Chrysler... Woo hoo GO BRAMPTON!
Tonight, a ferry to Crete.
After a little walking around the neighbourhood at.. oh... a quarter past midnight, we find the Hostel and the Aussies running it greet us with open arms. We're shown to our beds and decide to head out to find some booze.
The thing you immediately notice about Athens are the stray dogs and cats EVERYWHERE. I mean EVERYWHERE. They follow you, they look at you funny, they're just creepy and a little sad. Tons of orange trees strewn about the city as well, which I think is kinda charming.
Anyway, its 1am and we're looking for a bar. What we didn't realize is that its Easter weekend in the Orthodox calendar and most places are closed. Except for this one dance club type thing that seemed bumpin' enough to get our patronage. Well, the doorman tells us we have to pay a cover. We huddle, discuss things and decide to thank him for his time and leave. He stops us, I think realizing that we're not there to dance, but to drink, and waves the cover charge and lets us in. He was right, we were there to drink, but we danced too! The crowd was a little young, which made me feel old, but it didn't stop me from gettin jiggy wit it. The strange thing happened right after they played YMCA. Of course Chz and I got right down to it, arm motions and everything. ***** watched, Heineken in hand. No one else knew the arm motions there. No one! Damn Greek kids. Anyway, the strange thing was that the place just cleared out right after the song. I really hope it had nothing to do with our dancing.
When we got back to the hostel, boozed out of our minds, Chz having walked over a few cars and kicked various things. Actually, I don't think ***** was drunk at all. Anyway, we got back in at about 5am, but impressed the hostelful of Australians that stayed there with our partying prowess.
A week straight of pure culture and history was starting to get to me, but you can't miss the Acropolis in Athens. Had to do it.
An overview of the city from the Acropolis
Couldn't help but take a picture of an Ontario plated Chrysler minivan parked in Athens. Also looks like it was bought at Brampton Chrysler... Woo hoo GO BRAMPTON!
Tonight, a ferry to Crete.
posted by Wally at 5:19 a.m.
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