On the way down to an easy landing, this breakfast came to convince us that we weren't having jetlag.
Once at Heathrow we said good bye to Ben
and had our drinks
while waiting for this board to tell us that our long layover was over.
On the flight to Athens, this was my meal
and Suzanne's which proved that Aegean serves better meals than Continental.
Once on the ground, we made our way to Piraeus where after 27 hours of travel it wasn't surprising that the room
and toilet both seemed dark.
But we needed to stay awake if we were to adjust to the local time, so we went for a walk. We recorded the building down the street from us so that we could find our way back (if we could find our way anywhere)
and then the church we walked by after checking at the pier to see where our tickets would be the next morning. Little did we know that the church was the marker where we turned the wrong way
but that didn't prevent an obligatory phone booth picture
and a view of the next church
and of the sunset as we wondered why we had been walking so long without any sign of Microlimeno.
Luckily for us, Elizabeth appeared at this point and insisted that we let her escort us to where we were trying to go.
So we rode the #40 bus and the #20 trolley and then found ourselves at the row of restaurants we had anticipated and Suzanne
and I were happy to be sitting down
with bread service
and wine
and water
with lemon for the water
as we had our first Greek salad
our fava beans
and saganacki before calling it a night.
Once at Heathrow we said good bye to Ben
and had our drinks
while waiting for this board to tell us that our long layover was over.
On the flight to Athens, this was my meal
and Suzanne's which proved that Aegean serves better meals than Continental.
Once on the ground, we made our way to Piraeus where after 27 hours of travel it wasn't surprising that the room
and toilet both seemed dark.
But we needed to stay awake if we were to adjust to the local time, so we went for a walk. We recorded the building down the street from us so that we could find our way back (if we could find our way anywhere)
and then the church we walked by after checking at the pier to see where our tickets would be the next morning. Little did we know that the church was the marker where we turned the wrong way
but that didn't prevent an obligatory phone booth picture
and a view of the next church
and of the sunset as we wondered why we had been walking so long without any sign of Microlimeno.
Luckily for us, Elizabeth appeared at this point and insisted that we let her escort us to where we were trying to go.
So we rode the #40 bus and the #20 trolley and then found ourselves at the row of restaurants we had anticipated and Suzanne
and I were happy to be sitting down
with bread service
and wine
and water
with lemon for the water
as we had our first Greek salad
our fava beans
and saganacki before calling it a night.
