New Year’s Day began quietly with a gentle awakening in our rented apartment, and a lazy morning. Eventually, we headed out for a walk around the nearby cemetery… I know, sounds gloomy, but it wasn’t. We were able to see monuments to Melina Mercouri and other notable figures from Greek history, and enjoyed a quiet, pleasant walk in the sunshine. I was beginning to feel a little odd at this point, so favoured a couple of hours back at the apartment with cups of tea before we set off again towards the mall.
The bus didn’t arrive, so we flagged a taxi, or ‘apped’ a taxi, I guess, as we called one on an app, and this chap drove us at Grand Theft Auto speed to the mall some five miles and 30 seconds away. There, we did some hanging out, watched the sun set over the coast, had fast food, and went to the cinema to see Wonka. I only fell asleep once, and managed not to cough and splutter over people, but, to be frank, was happy to get home where, later, I spent the night wet, sweating, cold, too hot, and generally not feeling tip top.
I should have mentioned that on the way home we took the metro to Syntagma to view the lights… yeah, yeah, very nice, but I want my Ovaltine, before walking the short distance home to our creaky apartment with its excellent view of the main road – excellent for the car spotter among us, that is.
