Saturday, August 20, 2005

Tiny bag, flops, and sunnies, check. All set to hit Athens for a couple days before skipping over to Karpathos and Rodos.

We crash land into the brand spanking new athens metro airport extension. Getting the olympics does wonders for public transport. Seriously, this could've been the most comfy, least smelly metro i've ever ridden on. In greece, of all places.

I am very content in the non-smelly metro.

First thing to do after jetting away from hungarian 'cuisine'. Uh huh. Eat. And eat some more.

And take moonlight pics of the church right outside the hotel before night one zzzz time.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

The next morning we got our crepes and beer on and made the day's gameplan.

In the ticket line for the acropolis, i swear this is the exact same passed out, sweating dog that i saw here 10 years prior.

So the acropolis, is, you know, the acropolis.

It's fuckin hot up there, but can't complain about the views.

A really old theater, so old that Judi Dench may have not performed there.

Awesome view #2.

Some ladies holding up their end of the building.

Me and the acropolis, yo.

This shot was supposed to be sort of artistic or something.

We then made our way down into the old Agora, where greeks back in the day sold counterfeit sandals and DVDs. The column felt sorry for the palm tree and shortened itself.

There was this one building down there which had way too many columns for its own good.

But it made for nice shadow art.

Another adrian sighting! (kinda)

The acropolis viewed from a nicely manicured lawn. I can only wonder how much water it takes to keep a lawn like that in a greek summer.

We at dinner in the middle of a street, but it had fab lit views, of, um, that acropolis thing.

We went to Psiri district to try and find some nightlife. At first there was a chill outdoor cocktail place which provided this view that strangely appeals to me.

Afterward we found a pretty rockin little, vaguely new yorkish-bar, playing every musical genre under the sun, and from what i could see, was filled only with greeks. Cool.

Many many barcardi cokes later, we wandered back.

Serious bonus points for the dude who decided his passing out point would be on church steps. Additional bonus points for having the bottle upright beside him.

A name of a restaurant which, translated into hungarian, means 'you cunt'

Monday, August 22, 2005

Me looking happy to have breakfast coming.

So monday we didn't have a lot planned. The big archeological museum was closed, so we just wandered around. First was a bunch of men in tights and shoes with little puffy balls on them trying to look all tough with rifles. Tough? You decide.

Then we chilled at some out of the way cafe for a while. I seriously dug the casually cooly smoking mr. scorpions t-shirt fellow.

Lonnnnng stairs.

Actually, we climbed and interminable number of steps in order to reach...

The crazy scary funicular!

Hallo. I am on a funicular.

That contraption took us to another hill with even better views than the acropolis.

And it also had the two dudes debating the merits (non-merits?) of Americans. They were speaking in greek, but the guy in the red shirt must've said the word 'america' over 100 times in 15 minutes.

They climbed up the hill to see if they could spot one greek who was working.

My travel partner, however, was contemplating the 3.30 am (!) wake up call we had to catch the flight to karpathos. Yo, so was i.

Next up, karpathos.