Following where I left off at the first post, we finished up at the museum and headed back to the hotel to wait for Harry to arrive. Once he got in (after going through the exact same fiasco we did with the train!), we walked up the street and hopped on the metro headed towards the Parthenon. Now, generally when people think of Greece, they either think of one of two things – the island of Santorini with it’s white washed buildings with blue roofs and doors (hopefully we’ll get there this summer) or they think of the Parthenon. After all, the Parthenon is something most, if not all of us learned a little about in school. So getting back to our adventure, it was pretty exciting to be on a metro in Athens heading down to the Parthenon!
A couple of weeks ago, we took a 4 day trip to the Greek mainland with our friends Harry and Kristie Hansen. On Friday morning, Ginger, the boys and I flew up to Athens and hopped on a train to take us downtown to our hotel. The lady at the ticket counter explained something about getting off at one point and transferring to another train. I wasn’t too sure of what she said (very thick accent), but we headed off to the platform anyways.
After about 8 stops, I just knew that the next stop was going to be the one we needed to get off at and transfer trains. So, the stop comes up and… we keep on going. The train doesn’t stop because the stop I wanted to get off at was currently being built. Oh well – off to the next stop! We get off at the next stop and waited for about 30 minutes for the next train to come in on the other side and hoping that was the train we needed to get on, we hopped aboard. We knew we needed to get to the “Larissa Station”, but that was about it. The train went deeper and deeper into Athens and we really had no idea if we were on the right train or not, but since none of us was interested in hopping off a moving train, we stayed on and enjoyed the ride. When the train finally stopped, we looked out at the train station and didn’t see any signs other than “Athens”. We decided it was a good time to get off and get our bearings.
We crossed the tracks and went into the train station. After looking around a little bit, I finally found a sign for Information and quickly headed in that direction. I asked the guy how to get to the Larissa Station and he gave me a strange look and said I was standing in it. Okay, so I definitely felt like the dumb tourist, but we were where we wanted to be so I got over that quickly.
Well, my journey is almost over. I took a plane yesterday morning to Athens, took a taxi to a bus station to catch a bus to Volos. When I got to Volos, I went to the customs broker’s office to get my car, but it turns out that the customs office was closed for the day – at 2:00 in the afternoon! Where do I get one of those jobs?
So, I stayed overnight in Volos, got up early and ate breakfast, then headed down to the port to pick up my car. I was told to be there around 8:00, so I gave it a little extra time and got there about 8:20. I called the lady I was supposed to meet and SURPRISE – she wasn’t in yet. So, I stood out by the gate freezing my butt off for a half an hour then called again. Uh, not there yet… So, I waited another half hour and finally got in touch with the right lady. Only it turns out I was at the wrong gate. So, she sent a guy on a scooter to pick me up; that was fun!
Got to the office, spent about an hour or so there just waiting and waiting and finally I could get my car. Okay, so back on the scooter and out to my car. I quickly checked the car out and headed out down the road back to Athens. It was actually pretty uneventful. I’m glad I’ve been working out the Greek alphabet, though, because without that I would not have recognized the word Athens on some signs. That would have sucked!
Anyways, I made it to Athens, then over to Piraeus to the port to catch the ferry to Chania. After 3 hours of waiting around, I got on the boat and that’s where I am now. Another hour and a half until we leave, then 8 hours until we get to Chania.
View out the window
My sleeping quarters