It's all Greek to me

So we left Alan's house in our rented buggy and made our way to London's Gatwick airport. The driving conditions couldn't have been worse for someone who isn't used to backwards driving. It was the middle of the night, foggy as hell, and rainy. To make matters worse, the motorway was under construction so only one lane was open. However, I triumphed over all these perils and arrived safely in foggy London town. We all hadn't slept, so as soon as we were seated on the plane, we fell fast asleep.

When we woke up, we were in Greece. No big deal. It was 90 degrees and sunny, which was a welcome change to the UK's weather. We took a bus into central Athens, and when we got off, we came to the realization that none of us knew a single word of Greek. After speaking "English for dummies" to a few folks, I realized that nearly everyone spoke English. Oops. Aaaaaanyway, we made it to our hostel just fine and then took a walk around Athens.

We:

Took pictures looking the wrong way!



Took pictures in front of the Acropolis!



Ate Squid!



More Squid!



Drank Mythos!



Did incredibly massive stunts!



We were supposed to leave for the island Naxos at 8:30 the next morning, but they canceled the boat without telling us, so we had to wait until midnight. Things like this are very common in Greece. So we basically did the same exact thing as the day before, but with a little less squid.

Interesting side note: We were briefly kidnapped by a taxi driver in Periais. He wouldn't let us off unless it was the other side of the bay we were on. You really need to be on your game with cabbies over here. Unless your lucky enough to get this guy! Wham! Take a look at that gent. I think the photo is blurry because this dude emanates so much Greek coolness that it distorts images.



Hot, hot, hot!