Flying has been a headache since 911 and even more so now after airlines trimmed down during the pandemic. Lindsay struggled with delayed and cancelled flights plus a damaged bicycle that arrived a day after he did. These delays stretched his trip to 40 hours before arriving in Athens. I had an adventurous connection in Newark, thanks to a delayed flight from Minneapolis. I had just 20 minutes to spare when I got to the gate. We then sat in the plane on the runway for three hours before it could take off. Crazy plane traffic and bad weather in Newark. This is the new norm in air travel. I still feel lucky to go tho!
The Parthenon sits on Acropolis towering over central Athens where we are staying. You can find other small ruins all over this part of the city. They are perhaps the only structures here that have escaped graffiti artists. The graffiti on every building, wall and signpost was a little unnerving. The narrow streets jutting out from each other at all angles charmingly follow no rules. On the weekends like this there is traffic of all types trying to navigate through all the pedestrians on these narrow paths. It can be quite an adventure trying to find home after a few turns on these angled streets.
We have one more day in Athens then are off on the bikes. Last night I slept really hard for four hours. Wide awake at 2am. Brian much the same. Then it was barking dogs, partying people on the streets and in the bars, and motorcycles roaring down the narrow streets below. Dropped off again sometime in the wee hours with hard blessed sleep till 9. I needed that. A few time zones crossed and long hours of travel take their toll.