Arriving in Athens

And so to Greece, land of ruins of temples built to worship the ancient gods and shoe stores built to tempt current goddesses. Our 6 hour flight was a doddle compared to the last one (either that or we'd passed a pain barrier).
Our taxi driver delivered us promptly to our hotel whilst informing us that they have really bad fires in Greece during summer. Apparently they are on a par with what happens in California! Hmmmm.. Their fires are lit in bushland by malicious property developers who then turn the burnt bush into housing estates (no one dies). I'm not quite sure he understood the difference between home and here in that respect. I guess when you consider the amount of noise made over the years around here about a single burning bush it's not that surprising.
Our hotel is a souvlaki throw from Syntagma Square, so once we'd showered away the stress of the 26 hours travel, we hit the streets with a sense of adventure (aka shopping, dinner and eventually bed). The temperature is a stifling 29 c, the people here are so stressed, they wander around in comfortable shorts and singlets, smiles on their faces, sitting cafe's, drinking and eating and talking as they didn't have a care in the world. They’re obviously up to something.....
And so after poking our noses into countless touristy trinkets booths we made our way up to the base of the Acropolis to have an authentic Greek cuisine dinner. No need to into details, except to say the dishes would have been superb without the ambience. Put 'em together and Woo Hoo !. A stroll home through the Plaka - to be attacked by a barrage of Spruikers trying to convince us that their tables are good enough for Alexander (TG) himself. We gave up trying to point out that ancient dead people don't actually care what their tables are like and just used the excuse that we'd already eaten to fend them off.
Curiously after all of that excitement all the females have gone to bed - and it's only 8:00 pm!