overnight flight to athens. arrived at 730 - 130am nyc time - so of course i, being the natural night owl that i am, didn't sleep. taking m.g.'s suggestion of getting a bed in a cheap hostel for the day (since my ferry didn't leave for syros until 17:30), therefore having a place to sleep comfortably and store my luggage when i felt like venturing, was the besssst advice. especially since what was supposed to be a direct airport metro to omonia square metro commute was no longer possible since, get this, the metro *m take note* no longer RUNS to the airport. indefinitely. wha? huh? one express bus, where i met 2 dudes who may have possibly thought they were helping me and i allthewhile thinking i was helping them, and 2 metro connections later i was where i needed to be. a lovely greek woman in her late 40s made it her mission to get me to my hostel. in part because her sister lives in "new jerz" and i feel in larger part because she's a real nice lady. yep. there was also a point after we (she) had spoken to 3 taxi drivers that she showed me her Rolex. i have a strong feeling she was trying to tell me 1 of 2 things 1) they saw her rolex and then wanted to charge €€€€ (note: readers this means lots'o'euros and should be processed and registered into your brains for future application in this blog) because they thought she was loaded with them or 2) athens has 'rolex ladies' in the vein of the usa's 'avon ladies'?(or are they an international force now?)
she bid me goodbye, wished me luck, and we almost kissed because i went left first and she right. awwwkwaaard. i made my way up found a hostel trying really hard, sometimes succeeding, to be decorated nicely. the manager, an older man with a jet black full wig, gave me the tour. took a pretty dang cold shower with a window that opened to the alleyway below. sort of like i had my own little villa shower to myself. luckily i had packed my trusty mcvitie's digestive biscuits(aka cookies). they came to the rescue as they have many times before and i quickly fell asleep for 3 hours. i felt like a brand new woman. talked with a charmingly handsome irish lad, in the top 2 reasons for staying at a hostel btw, about getting various things around the square. missions accomplished. enroute to the ferry two men, younger and elderly, got into an argument, i believe about the young man stepping aside so the elderly man could get to the proper side of the train where the doors would open, to which a 1/4 of the riders felt the need to get in on as well. harsh tones and words were exchanged amongst passengers. then everyone shared a good laugh. the two men included. one woman said 'bravo!'. oh, europeans.
already 2 things i know i forgot at home. my pas usb cable(hence no photos for you kids right now) and ...well actually maybe that's it. not too bad.
so i've just been told the free internet only lasts while we're in port so i will bid you adieu...
^edit^ i did remember my card reader for my digslr. ferry ride. ahh.
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