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hawkwing_lb) wrote2011-09-01 07:54 pm
hawkwing_lb) wrote2011-09-01 07:54 pm
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Athens, interlude day (Greece, the twenty-first day): an attic in Attica
So today I said goodbye to Maria, landlady of the Hotel Acropol in Nafplio, and set off back to Athens by bus. I met a nice lost American from Miami at the bus station, who didn't know how to pronounce Mikines, and seeing her on her way, I boarded my own bus at noon.
Reader, I confess: I slept most of the way, waking up to exchange a few words with a nice Greek boy called Marios, who'd learned his English from American films. In Athens, I awoke as two German backpackers were asking directions for the bus to Rafina, and since I knew where the buses go from (hell, I'm staying right near the terminal for that part of Attica) I offered to show them the way. They were a nice young couple, studying Philosophy and Economics in some small German university town, who'd been backpacking around the Peleponnese and were now off to one of the islands. Their English was better, I daresay, than my own.
Back in the Institute, I settled into the attic, did laundry, went out for dinner to Exarcheia, and came back to discover two people! whom I know! are staying here. They being unfamiliar with the buses and locations, I handed over my much-thumbed maps and timetables, and spent a little time socialising with M. and K. (We went up to look at the roof. Anti-climactic.)
Tomorrow I must arise at eight, breakfast, (re)pack, and toddle along to the metro to the airport before half past ten. Fun, don't you think?
More photos are up on Flickr. Enjoy.
Reader, I confess: I slept most of the way, waking up to exchange a few words with a nice Greek boy called Marios, who'd learned his English from American films. In Athens, I awoke as two German backpackers were asking directions for the bus to Rafina, and since I knew where the buses go from (hell, I'm staying right near the terminal for that part of Attica) I offered to show them the way. They were a nice young couple, studying Philosophy and Economics in some small German university town, who'd been backpacking around the Peleponnese and were now off to one of the islands. Their English was better, I daresay, than my own.
Back in the Institute, I settled into the attic, did laundry, went out for dinner to Exarcheia, and came back to discover two people! whom I know! are staying here. They being unfamiliar with the buses and locations, I handed over my much-thumbed maps and timetables, and spent a little time socialising with M. and K. (We went up to look at the roof. Anti-climactic.)
Tomorrow I must arise at eight, breakfast, (re)pack, and toddle along to the metro to the airport before half past ten. Fun, don't you think?
More photos are up on Flickr. Enjoy.
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