Our Holiday in Greece by Spiro Liacos. Friday April 11, 2008. Athens (See Index Page At
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Our Holiday in Greece by Spiro Liacos. Friday April 11, 2008. Athens (see index page at www.meanttobemusicals.com.au/Greece) We landed in Athens at about 3:30 pm, after having passed over the hills of Euboea and Attica, covered in fields of brown earth or green crops. Once again, there was applause from all the passengers when we landed. Our bags were not checked again. Has this practise now been abandoned? The X-ray machines and metal detectors are probably good enough to detect any potential threats. At the exit I saw my cousin Jenny waiting for us. I knew what she looked like because I had seen Jim’s (my brother’s) photos of her from his two recent trips to Greece. I hadn’t told her when we were going to land, not wishing to put anyone out, but, I found out later, she had found out the flight details from Jim. Anyway, it was great to see a “familiar” face. Apostoli, her brother, also came shortly afterwards. The boys drove with him and the girls went with Jenny. The sky was quite overcast, but Apostoli told us that the sky was grey because fine dust from Africa had been blown over by strong southerly winds. So I can now tell people that I’ve seen the Sahara Desert; all over Athens! The cars were all dusty, too. We drove to Theio Yianni’s house. He welcomed us warmly and we tried to organise our stuff. Well, Theio Yianni was delightful. He looks a lot like my Theia Vasiliki in Melbourne and uses a lot of the same phrases as my mum. Jenny was very helpful in getting our stuff ready, pulling out blankets and sheets, and organising the blow-up mattresses. She then told us not to worry about dinner because she would order pizzas. She then had to got to the doctor and told us she would return later for dinner. She actually returned at about 10:30. Greeks eat their dinners very late! I’m not sure if it was just hunger, but it was one of the best pizzas I’ve ever tasted. Apollon, Jenny’s son, was also at Theio Yianni’s house when we arrived. The boys almost immediately started playing and were inseparable for the next 24 hours! He refused to go to his piano lesson and decided to sleep over. It was great. The boys finally found another child to play with after three weeks in Italy where they barely saw any children let alone play with any. Spiridoula and Maria, my other cousins, came over briefly and met us, as did Jimmy, Spiridoula’s son. After the horror of the morning’s experience, the welcome from our Greek relatives was above all expectations, even though Jim (my brother) had told me about how fantastic they were. Saturday April 12, 2008 Athens. This morning we did very little. A trip to the small supermarket around the corner and to the bakery just up the road. The boys and Apollon continued to play together. It was fantastic. In the afternoon, we caught the train down to the city centre. The Metro train came within about two minutes. In Rome, then Milan and now Athens, you never seem to have to wait on a platform for more than about 2 minutes. We got off at Omoneia Square, kind of central Athens. This part of Athens, only about 3 km from the Parthenon was absolutely ugly. Ugly low-rise apartment and office buildings, dirty streets, rubbish, narrow walkways. Was this monstrosity of a city built by the same race of people who built the Parthenon, for which Athens is famous? After three weeks in Italy, which was full of fine cities, this was a big disappointment. Of course, Athens’ history is completely different to Italy’s. Athens was a tiny little town during the Byzantine Empire, and so, apart from the Parthenon and a handful of other buildings (which are mostly ruins), it has few historical buildings. It started developing after it was made the capital of the newly formed Greek Nation, and then grew rapidly after WWII, when people flooded into the capital looking for work. We made our way down to Syntagma Square. The buildings here were a little nicer. We witnessed the changing of the guards who “guard” the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. They were dressed in their traditional Greek “Tsolias” clothing, complete with pompoms on their shoes. When the change was complete, people rushed towards the guards, who stand absolutely still, to have their pictures taken. We made our way through the National Gardens, which were very nice, to the Zappeion, Athens’ Convention Centre. This was a well presented cream- and orange-coloured neo-classical building. Walking down the pathway towards the Temple of Olympian Zeus, we spotted a tortoise walking along a grass section! Wildlife in Athens. The Temple of Olympian Zeus was just 12 or so columns in the middle of a large grassy field. The columns were huge, but there were so few of them. The original temple would have been enormous. Athan discovered that he was able to fit through the steel fencing that surrounded the site, so he was running around on the grass and we were able to take some shots of him without the fence being in the way. Nick then tried to fit through and succeeded, too. My boys, the trespassers! Across, the road was the beginning of the Plaka, Athens’ old quarter. This was nice. The streets were narrow and lined with souvenir shops and eateries. We worked our way through the streets, passing beautiful outdoor tavernas painted in delightful pastel tones. We climbed up towards the Acropolis’s northern side and walked along the pathway. Every second building was a church. This had turned into quite a nice walk. We could see some of the buildings on the Acropolis, but not the Parthenon, which is on the Acropolis’s southern side. We stopped for dinner at the Areos Pagos, the place where the ancient Athenian government was located, at the foot of the Acropolis in a large grassy area. There were no buildings here, only a few ruins like stacked stone blocks and remnants of columns lining the pathway. From there we had a nice view across the Ancient Agora. The sun was setting now, but we climbed the Areos Pagos hill, just below the Acropolis. The views up towards the Acropolis and its flood-lit Propylea (the grand entrance) were outstanding. The hill itself was made of smooth marble and was very slippery. Our introduction to Athens was very unsatisfactory but this area of Athens was beautiful. On the way home, some people heard us talking English in the train and we started a conversation. They were amazed that we were from Australia but we could speak Greek. We chatted all the way to our train station. It was fantastic. Greeks are always ready to begin chatting with each other and offer opinions about the state of Athens and which are Greece’s nicest areas. They said that Trikala and Volos, our next two destinations, are beautiful. Let’s hope they’re right! Sunday April 13, 2008. The streets of Marousi are lined almost entirely with apartment buildings and have two or three middle- size hoppers on nearly every corner. People chuck their household rubbish into the bins, and, presumably, the rubbish trucks come every so often and empty them. There is simply not enough room for everyone in Athens to have their own wheelie bin. A practical solution to the problem. There are no nature strips. To beautify the place, the council has planted trees in the middle of the already-narrow footpaths. There is no doubt that these trees have improved the appearance of the place, but the footpaths are all cracked and it’s almost impossible to walk on them. Most people just walk on the road. Car parking is also very difficult in the very narrow streets, so most people park their cars with two wheels up on the footpaths, making it even more difficult for pedestrians. Today we got up to go to church, but by the time we got ready at 9:30, Theio Yianni told us that the church service was just about to finish. In Greece, the church services finish very early. We hung around for a while, but Jenny rang us and invited us over. We went over and ended up staying for lunch, a delicious pasticchio. The kids played with Appollon on his Play Station. Spiro, Jenny’s brother came over and we met for the first time. He was delightful. He has just come back from Crete where he is supervising the construction of a 3 ½ million Euro villa. He is also one of the engineers working on Athens’ Metro tunnels. In the afternoon, we visited Yianni and Roula’s house. Yianni is Georgina’s first-cousin’s son. He picked us up from the train station in his car and all seven of us drove to his house: three in the front and four in the back. It was a little tight! He dropped us off at his house and went to park the car; wherever he could find parking! He has a boy and a girl similar in age to the boys. We had a good time with them. The kids enjoyed playing with the other kids. They had a computer and a play station. Everyone’s got a playstation except us.