when I realized he was just dropping me at departers. My auntie went
in with me. I had to give him a speed hug good bye so I wouldn't cry.
I am apartently too special for self checkin, so at the counter I
conceded my fear to the lady behind the counter. She asured me that I
would be just fine and then gapped, "you knpw you are alowed two bags"
when she saw the stupendes size of my pack pack wrapped in it's
airport duffle cover. I reminds her that I was backpaking and had to
carry it all around with me. Then felt even stupider. The thing is
huge. What the helll am I thinking. Can just go home?wait I don't have
one yet.
Oh, I must mention that I got a snicker from an overly tattoed
security person going through security when he saw my miniture pink
laptop. Yes, it does look just like a toy Barbie computer.
The flight to Montreal was uneventful. I had a quick bowl of soup and
a glass of wine then boarded my plane for Frankfurt.
I so lucked out on the Frankfurt flight! I got a nice quiet window
seat in the back of the plane. No wing in my way. I watche the other
passengers file in and tried not to get my hopes up, but I was lucky,
three seats to myself! I was so very comfy. Minus the creepy guy
staring at my chest two isels over.
The flight was quick enough. Only 16hrs, a lot better than the gruling
flights to South America. I hardly had time to doddel between flights.
In Frankfurd I had just enough time to run the rat maze between
arrivels and departers, buzz back and forth for a bank machine and a
bottle of water (a 3.5€ bottle of water OMG) and get back to my gate.
Whew.
In the few minutes I had to wait in lime at gate 18 in Frankfurt I
took some time to study the other passengers. I noticed a few couples
that gave me twang in the chest. This would be so much more fun with
my boyfriend or a friend. This is going to be hard to do alone.
I also noticed a man about my age with a stuffed backpack and a red
Philly's baseball cap. He looked like a lonely traveler too. I smiled
and nodded and he did so in return.
Arriving in Athens was a little scary. I hummed and hawed about
weather to spend the money on a taxi or brave the public transit
system. After getting my enourmous bag and rigging myself into a
backpack mummy I darted towards information. I thought I heard a
telivision conversation behind the office door. After a few minutes I
realized it was the animated voices of two Greek men. After they
noticed me behind the backpack mosaic one of them came to help. I
showed him the addres to Zorbas hotel, the hostel that I booked a
month before, on my phone and he pulled out a map of Athens and
processed to doodle the steps to my next adventure all over it.
So public transit it is, can't be that tough...
Turns out info guy was wrong, should. Have taken the X95, not the X92.
I asked a lady about my age if she spoke engilsh and if she could help
and she was awesome. She took me right to the metro and gave me a
crash course on transit in Athens, which I have since passed on to
other traveler.
I found zorbas and was taken to my room, it was a dump but it was
home. I pretty much showered and crashed after that.
Tours.....
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