08.01.2012 - 08.01.2012
Easyjet; what an experience. Not the flight itself but rather the frenetic boarding with its survival of the fittest mentality and the animal desire of people to get the best seats. Of course, all this was old hat to Kirstie, who instructed Tom on the best elbowing techniques and other strategies for getting seats together. Howeever, all of this was forgotten the moment we climbed the stairs of the Akropoli metro station to be greeted by the astonishing "castle of Athens"; the mighty Acropolis. Its sheer enormity is impossible to describe. Its walls, so ancient and huge that the Greeks of Pericles' time called them Cyclopean, stand complete to this day. After falling in love with Athens right then and there (and after some spinahc pie), we used the afternoon to visit the Acropolis museum where many of the friezes and statues from the Parthenon and other aspects of the Acropolis are kept. This gave us a good introduction to the history of the incredible centrepiece of Athens. Tired from the early morning, we crashed in a deserted Greek restaurant in Plaka, and had a scrumptious meal of greek salad, mousaka, and pastitsio. Perhaps for the first time ever, Tom was defeated, the greek salad proving to be a bridge too far.