so I've decided to do this blog in installments, those of you who check regularly should (if I manage to blog daily, hmmm) have something to read for a little while each day. Sarah and I were picked up by our taxi early on Sunday morning last week. We arrived at Heathrow to mass exodus of pommies. I have never ever seen anything like it, there were queues of people snaking around each other throughout the whole check in area the place was bursting with eager summer holidayers...those over eager ones were easily spotted they got up tight if you didn't move as soon as the person in front of you in the line moved and so rammed their luggage trolleys persistently into your heels, really friendly bunch.
We had a 4 hour flight to Athens and the only thing mildly entertaining on the plane was the flip down tv screens that map the planes journey inch by inch, okay let's be specific it's entertaining when the screens flip down and it's interesting to see where you are flying over BUT it is one of those things like watching a clock...you don't feel like you're making any progress.
In Athens everyone speaks English and Greek, it took me about 10 minutes to say "it's all greek to me" which I thought was hilarious until I heard 2 other randoms saying the exact same thing and then falling about laughing at themselves while the people they were with rolled their eyes, so it was old by the time I'd finished laughing.
We hailed another taxi (oh note the number of different modes of transport I patronised this holiday, so far, for those a little slow, it's a plane and taxis).
We arrived starving at Hotel Hermes after a nice chat with the taxi driver about his family who live in Pretoria, as we found out not an uncommon thing amongst Greeks fron Greece, though most of them haven't been to SA. Dropping our bags in our very boring, plain room we headed out to find food. What we found was the Plaka. Roads filled with shoppers and shop owners leaving you alone as you walk past their shop but don't be fooled, if you walk into one there's no easy way out. Prime Example: Sarah was admiring a white linen shirt, asked me if I liked it and I said yes. Next thing I know Sarah is on the other side of the shop and I am being bombarded by the tiniest little silver-haired greek granny, who is measuring me for the perfect blouse and ordering her daughter around the shop with the mission to find me exaclt what I want (remember I wasn't looking at the shirts). Then Granny stretches up to my face, grabs both my cheeks with her hands and pinching them she shakes my head down to her level and says, 'ah I like the woman, I am a mother I am meant to like the woman, I don't like the man but I am a woman', (then pointing at my apparent womanly shape) she says again, 'Ah, I like dis woman'. Okay so I know that Heathrow injection got me a bit and I have more curves than when I arrived but really I wasn't the only woman in the shop! But boy Granny took a liking to me and my womanly shape. Oh and no I didn't buy the top, Sarah liked it remember.
After a crepe (to maintain my womanly figure of course) and some more window shopping we headed back to Hotel Hermes to get ready for the evening. It was a contiki tour, something I was VERY unsure about, and we had to meet the rest of our group and then were off to dinner in the Plaka. The group consisited of mostly Americans and Canadians, there were 6 Aussies and 1 Kiwi and then the 2 South Africans. Most of the group spent the entire trip boozed and didn't see many of the sites and sometimes didn't even see the Islands but that wasn't everyone so it was okay.
We went to dinner on the first night at a restaurant in the plaka. As we walked there the shops were still open, the people were so cheerful and friendly, there were grape vines hanging like a canopy across parts of the streets and it was just a lovely atmosphere. We had a 3 course meal and drank greek wine while we were entertained by greek pop music (interesting) and then traditional greek dancing, wopa! After eating, drinking and being merry with the greeks we headed to bed, we had a 6:00 wake up call in the morning and it was past midnight, and I didn't fancy getting onto a boat feeling crappy.
I'll write installment 2 asap.

The Greek dancers were lovely to watch and the all the diners were laughing and singing and drinking their wine very happily.

We came across this car on our way home from dinner, pretty hey.