On my last day on the Greek islands I had to wake myself up from a nightmare of wrong directions, lost bags, biscuits, buses & a coke sniffing dwarf driving me in a clown-car taxi.
When I woke up I packed and checked out of my lovely room and big comfy bed at Pensione Anna and walked up to the yoga shala. I went the wrong way passed by a brown hill and a rooster and hen. But I got there.
I did what I like to do most - a morning of yoga. In a beautiful place on top of a hill on a Greek island. Not bad. By meditation time it was easy to connect with the sparkling energy of nothingness. I think it had something to do with sensing the incredible energy from Delos yesterday. It made my body tingle and surge from the ground up and out into space.
Afterwards I collected the stunning dress that was waiting for me to collect. The hem was being taken up. I've bought it to wear to the wedding, it is clingy and I am a bit worried that as my belly grows from eating sweets all day on the day of the wedding I may pop. In case of emergency I can change into the flowing dress I bought with me.
After I collected my luggage & said good bye to Anna I waited at the bus station drinking an ice cold drink - frappe. I caught the bus to Pirikea where I had lunch at the port, and caught the ferry to Athens.
The ferries are so comfortable. I didn't get sick. They are very big and fast. I was so lucky to get a seat, it was chockers because all of Europe goes to the Greek Islands for their summer vacation. I hadn't been able to get a seat at all when I booked back in Oz. But there were two left when I went to collect my ticket on Santorini.
Getting off the ferry in Athens is crazy! Every one waits with their baggage and the motor cycles and the cars. All waiting for the back of the ferry to lower so they can surge off all at once. It was like waiting for the starting gun at the beginning of a race, everyone jostling for their position and holding their spot in anticipation.
I caught a taxi to my hotel in Athens and went out for dinner to a restaurant recommended by the lady at the hotel. By now it was almost dark. I'm glad I'm a black belt because the streets are dark and strange.
Dinner was awful. I was surrounded by tourists again, opposite a tourist shop selling the same merchandise as the other hundreds of tourist shops. I had just sat down when they wanted my order before I had even had time to look at the menu. The waiter suggested Beef stew. If I'd had a moment to think about it I would have said no. I don't even like beef stew! But it was the Greek word for beef stew.
Then they asked me to move to a different table. Then they forgot to bring my beer and my food. Then the waiter told me to hurry up and eat it while it was hot. Then the man at the table next to me lit a cigarette. I bolted.
When I woke up early in the morning I was so hungry I went out to scavenge for food and found the perfect breakfast cafe 20m from the hotel. He served me coffee, scrambled eggs, ham, tomatoe, cheese and Greek sausage. The perfect start to one of my perfect days
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