Athens at rush hour in the torrential rain is not to be recommended, as Anne can testify, but we eventually made it to the Marble House Pension, about half a mile south of the Acropolis down a quiet cul-de-sac (which the Land Rover just managed to scrape down between the pavement and parked cars). We had been put off camping as it has been pouring with rain ever since we left Tolo, and some Finish caravaners we chatted to this morning before setting off said that both campsites in Athens charged 32€ a night (there’s a bit of price-fixing going on apparently). So out came the trusty Lonely Planet and we looked at the budget options, and for a few more Euros we’ve indoors and close to the centre of town.
Today, perhaps the most impressive features are the beehive shaped burial tombs
and the staircase that leads down 18m under the citadel to the water cistern (we’d planned ahead and bought our torches).
It was all rather cold and wet (apparently we’re experiencing January weather - just our luck), so a hot chocolate was called upon to warm us up when we got back to the cafe in the car park. They used condensed milk which I thought was a top idea.
120km on the motorway went quickly until the outskirts of Athens where we hit the traffic. We’d almost forgotten what city traffic was like, and things weren’t helped by coming through the centre of the city - hopefully Anne will forgive me for not navigating a route around Athens. Some two hours later we made it and I’ve managed to find an unsecured wireless network to upload the blog whilst enjoying an early evening pastis (Anne is busy collapsing in a heap having been behind the wheel for a bit longer than planned).
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