Athens – part three.
I got up surprisingly easy on Saturday, got ready, made some food that I ended up throwing away and went to the bus.
As I was the only one travelling alone, I was put in the very back, but I thankfully managed to get a window seat.
The person next to me took an anti-nausea pill and so did I. I usually am not sick but I take them out of precaution.
Actually, the only time I get sick is when I’m thinking about something else that upset me, or when someone sitting close to me is sick.
So I kept looking out the window, or keeping my eyes closed, but I felt her constantly moving and trying to calm down. At one moment, she got up and went to the guide. Soon we were stopping so she could throw up and later, we stopped again and she and her sister got off the bus.
My stomach was a mess after that, but I managed to use the toilet at the next stop and felt better immediately.
We stopped at a church. I am not particularly invested in the proceedings inside, but I do enjoy the architecture and how it looks.
We had a bit more to go, we saw a place where ‘the sea acts like a river’ and got on a highway to Athens.
There we went on a bus tour and saw some sights I didn’t get a chance to take a photo of. We went to the Acropolis and the Museum but didn’t go inside and just looked at it from a distance.
That was around 1:30 and then we had until 5 to roam and look around.
That sounds great until you realise that you have no one to talk to the entire day.
Anyway, I was planning to go get some food with the tour guide, but when I got inside the restaurant, all of the smells hit me at once and I realised that I had no idea what I can order, so I bailed. There goes that anxiety and picky eating thing again.
We got some awful maps and I started walking. I bought some fridge magnets, and then I started looking around. I went along one street and until the end until I found the square where we were supposed to meet.
I decide to go for another round and walk along the parallel street. The thing is that I was looking for the McDonald’s and I missed the street. So I kept walking and walking and I found myself at the farmer’s market and then on a completely new square, and I couldn’t find any of it on the map.
I wasn’t looking far enough on the map because I was sure there was no way I got that far. And then after I walked up and down that street for two and a half times, I asked someone where I was, and when they showed me that I was on a street that was very prominently marked on the map, I felt like an idiot that just kept walking in circles.
The first time, I started walking in the right direction but convinced myself that that was the wrong way.
Anyway, the kind people explained to me how I can get where I needed to go.
Surprisingly, I wasn’t scared at all, but I kept thinking how will they find me if I miss the bus, because I don’t know anyone on the bus and the guide doesn’t have my number. And it was nearing 4 o’clock.
I went where they told me to go, and realised that McDonald’s was the reason for my troubles. I still went in, ’cause I was super hungry and I knew what to order.
I managed to get to the Parliament for the change of the guards, and got on the bus at a quarter to 5.
We drove for a while, got on a ferry for about 50 minutes, and drove for another 30, 40 minutes.
I realised that I didn’t miss the people I came with at all. I was alone, but it felt so relaxing. I wished some other friends could have been there, but hey.
Those two went on their trip, I talked about it more with the cousin than with my friend.
All in all, I am very glad I went. I thought there will be more to see but I don’t regret anything. I probably won’t get another chance to go there and I’m glad I took it. Perhaps, it was badly planned. We mostly had to look at things from the bus or a distance. And maybe if I had some company, it would have been even better.
Something tells me this will have five parts in total, not sure when I’ll have the time to write and post them, but they are coming.
Also, I am very aware of how awful I sound. It seems ungrateful because I’m basically here for free and I’m constantly complaining. But I’m realising that I really do not enjoy spending that much time in the sun and it just tires me out so much. Also, depression is probably causing me to always say no and stay inside.
Part 4 which includes a semi-fight from Sunday/Monday and Part 5 which will include (hopefully) the return will be up by Sunday most definitely.