Filip Marek
Things did not get off to a good start. After a joyful reunion, Filip and I walked up the hill of Areopagus. It was a warm evening, and as we sat and talked on brink of the cliff where Ares, it is said, was tried by the Gods, and where Aeschylus placed the action of The Emenides, and while we talked, a stealthy hand seized Filip’s rucksack. It contained his passport, credit card, camera, driver’s license, and cash. Quit apart from the financial blow, this put an end to our plan to rent a car in Iraklion and tour the archaeological sites in comfort. We will be making do with buses and hitching, as best we can.
View from the Hill of Areopagus
After two days without sleep, I was not in good shape for any further adventures until I could get some snoozing time. But before I turned in, there was an hour’s talk with the hostel’s owner — about democracy, corruption, and the sad state of affairs in modern Greece. Tomorrow, we’ll see the sights as best as we can before sailing the Crete.
Athens is dreadfully, stickily hot, but the air is not nearly as bad as I’ve been led to believe.
0 Comments.