Travelin Monkey

OK! I finally left vienna… sundays SUCK in europe. The entire city was, for the most part, calm my entire stay there, but still with a huge hustle for shopping. Sunday, my last day, was EMPTY.. DEAD.. not a soul in sight, and then it started to rain! I couldn’t WAIT to get the hell out of there…My flight was ok.. I landed in Athens at 2:30 am and all I found were a bunch of people sleeping on the floor! There was one bus that was active that took you to Syntagma square, but the metro wouldnt open until 7 am and there were no trolleys until at least 6 am. I found a luggage check in and left the 2 suits I bought in Vienna for 10 days in the airport, hopped on the bus I had taken just 3 years prior.. and made my way to Athens at 3:30 am!

I got to the square at around 4:30 am and had to walk about 2.5 km to the hotel. It turns out that the Apollo Hotel is in the shady side of town, there was a ton of activity at 5 am for an area, especially with all the porn sales and drug sales going on. But hey, I made it! and laughing my ass off! I ended up having some left over salami in my back pack and fed the stray dogs so that I had a group of them following me wherever I went and they would bark at people when they approached! hehe smart traveler!

I ended up getting sick and spent the next day with a slight fever in bed. I woke up around 6 pm and made my way to Plaka and the Acropolis. I sat around and enjoyed the view from the backside of the acropolis with some greek guy playing Sinatra songs on a sax, then made my way down to a resteraunt I saw with a spectacular view of the acropolis to watch the rest of the sunset while enjoying 1 liter of Mythos and a fantastic set of lamb chops! After the acropolis lit up at night, i paid my dues and stumbled my ass back home. I had placed my map under the table to stop it from rocking and half way home I realized I had no idea where I was… and I had no map… again! HAHAH

From there, it was off to bed and to Santorini the next day!

The lady at the front desk was hilarious.. she reminded me of the lady from My Big Fat Greek Wedding, the aunt.. and would make me laugh every time i talked to her.. the last day there she looked at me.. came and gave me a hug and started to sniff me and said “you smell good.. you smell very good” HAHAHHAH she was definately on top in terms of receptionists.. but the huge and jolly guy in Austria who sounded EXACTLY like AAAAAAAAAnold is a close runner up!!

The trip to Santorini was about 3 hours longer than what they told me. I ended up getting to the port at 11:30 pm, which sucked because the driver from the hotel was supposed to meet me at around 9:30 to a transfer. There were no buses or taxis and I had no idea what to do, until this greasy greek came up to me and said “Anny Hotel?” and i said “YASSOU!!”

He drove me 5 km to the hotel, and honked at 3 chicks walking in the streets and said "girls" with a stupid smile on his face. I got to the hotel and straight CRASHED. The next day I awoke and rented an ATV. I drove from the middle of the island, where I was staying, to the southern most point to the Red Beach, so named because it was created through volcanic activity and has red sand. This was, in retrospect, the best beach on the island. It was full of locals, beautiful women, and very exclusive. You had to hike through a mountain to get there. My only regret is that I didnt charter the boat to the opposite White beach.

A swim and some relaxation later, I hopped on the ATV and made it down the coast, stopping at every beach on the way and doing the same thing, a mythos, a dip, some relaxation, and off on the road. Sorta like the Greek Che Guevarra… Perissa Beach was the biggest of them all and actually had some sort of life around it..but it was infested with The Gringos…Kimara beach was awesome because it was full of locals (they only spoke greek).. the women in greece have much much smaller breasts than the american counter parts, but they are 100x hotter….

The lady at the front desk was hilarious. She reminded me of the lady from My Big Fat Greek Wedding, the aunt.. and would make me laugh every time i talked to her.. the last day there she looked at me, came and gave me a hug and started to sniff me and said “you smell good.. you smell very good” HAHAHHAH she was definately on top in terms of receptionists.. but the huge and jolly guy in Austria who sounded EXACTLY like AAAAAAAAAnold is a close runner up!!

The trip to Santorini was about 3 hours longer than what they told me. I ended up getting to the port at 11:30 pm, which sucked because the driver from the hotel was supposed to meet me at around 9:30 for a transfer. There were no buses or taxis and I had no idea what to do, until this greasy greek came up to me and said “Anny Hotel?” and i said “YASSOU!!”

He drove me 5 km to the hotel, and honked at 3 chicks walking in the streets and said “girls” with a stupid smile on his face. I got to the hotel and straight CRASHED. The next day I awoke and rented an ATV. I drove from the middle of the island, where I was staying, to the southern most point to the Red Beach, so named because it was created through volcanic activity and has red sand. This was, in retrospect, the best beach on the island. It was full of locals, beautiful women, and very exclusive. You had to hike through a mountain to get there. My only regret is that I didn’t charter the boat to the opposite White beach and the water caves.

A swim and some relaxation later, I hopped on the ATV and made it down the coast, stopping at every beach on the way and doing the same thing, a mythos, a dip, some relaxation, and off on the road. Sorta like the Greek Che Guevarra… Perissa Beach was the biggest of them all and actually had some sort of life around it..but it was infested with The Gringos…Kimara beach was awesome because it was full of locals (they only spoke greek).. the women in greece have much much smaller breasts than the american counter parts, but they are 100x hotter…..

from there I drove up the eastern coast to the little town of Oia to watch the sunset.. then cruised back home to drop the ATV off… the day exhausted me so I couldnt enjoy the nightlife in Fira, the old port (which is where our cruise ship dropped us off the first time I was here, where you take the donkey ride up the 566 steps).

The island is called Thira is greek but called Santorini after a Saint Irene of Thessaloniki that passed away here in 304 AD.

I was supposed to take an island excursion through smaller islands left over after a massive earthquake that used to be part of the island, but the asses at the hotel gave me the wrong time to get ready at. So, I took a bus out to Fira and charted a smaller cruise to the volcano and the hot springs. Fira is more of a lovers place than anything else and everything they have here is 20x cheaper in Messaria, 3 km away where I am staying.

I had the best gyros of my LIFE with 1 liter of mythos for 5 euros!

Santorini is definately a lovers island.. and being single .. on a lovers island.. HAHA.. its weird!

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