found that quite given up their reports about the holiday in Greece. Maybe and who was relieved by the fact that I no longer friends to do their stuff, but still want to continue, at least for myself, while on the trail of fresh memories and impressions. Therefore, quieter home, relaxed, take a breath and calm or scrolls fast, ever again immersed in sunny Greece, this once a jolly Athens, where evzony hourly gather crowds of tourists with cameras and people from Africa are running from the cops to save their goods - fake handbags from Louis Vuitton and at least fake Gucci purses.
So, with great regret rasproschavschis of Aegina, we boarded a speed boat and drove to Athens, drinking on the road carefully stuck a small bottle Mavrodafne. And now we are in Piraeus, the port of Athens. Thence to the center of Athens there is a direct subway line to the very center. Most of the time the train goes along the top, so it is possible to get a better view of Athens rayonchik.
in previews day, barely settled in the hotel babirussa pulled something black, sleeveless, and has requested the start of the cultural program. Plan has already been traced - to take a look at the Greek Folk Dance in the interpretation of the most famous Greek Dance Theatre - Dora stratum. Memory card for the camera was safely left her stuck in a laptop, therefore, to document these things act, alas, failed. So just kina reference to Dora stratum to the overall development.
During the action as a fast it was dark and cold. Babirussa chilly shrugged his shoulders and tried to distribute the hair on her shoulders so that even a little warm. The hair is usually prevraschayushiesya warm coat for tridtsatigradusnoy heat flatly refused to warm my cold evening. And therefore, at the end of the spectacle, urgently wanted bread and sugrevu and we went to bask in the favorite bar - Vrettos.
Vrettos also has a right to be called one of the sights of Athens. He just More than one hundred years, there chase their liquor, the same colored bottles on the shelves, as well as brandy and whiskey in the almost century-old casks.
bartender in the photo - Tarek Egyptians, too, can say a local celebrity. ))
A day later babirusse knocked in the head pay a visit to the thermal lake of Vouliagmeni. Lake it is in the same suburb in southern Athens. A greeskie buses, so you know, cleaner Soviet Icarus will be - imagine this vehicle means an accordion, which is already in the final stuffed crowd hungry for sea and sand, and all at a 30-degree heat. Bus sawing at full speed, somewhere stops stops are not announced and not displayed. Briefly, after 50 minutes we fell out on the right on all hands have stopped, tell us at the hotel reception and have seen everything - Yacht Club, a lovely bay, but not the lake. Deciding that does not disappear as the efforts expended on the trip here, we went on very well maintained Pay the beach.
sunbathe for priliku and plunged into the sea, we decided nevertheless to ask the employees about the beach of the lake. It turned out that the coveted lake hides about three hundred meters from the Gulf and we rushed there. The redemption of our efforts before we appeared here such a wonderful picture.
Descent to the lake just feerichen! The lake itself is as if in deep natural pit. It is surrounded by underwater caves and underwater currents due to sea-morechkom. They say the water is healing. Admission is quite expensive, something around 8 euros per person. There are couches and umbrellas. There is a cafe with an astronomically inflated prices. But still, how cool is - drinking Greek wine and enjoy the lake!
Back we went too adventurous. The fact that the bus runs once in 40 minutes and the schedule of course at the bus stop is not observed. After waiting a while we decided to go back and order a taxi. We booked a taxi, but had to wait очень ооочень долго. В конце концов, муж психанул и скомандовал отправляться наверх и ловить такси на дороге. В тот самый момент, когда мы садились в словленное taxi at the entrance, leading to the lake we turned the ordered 30 minutes ago, the crew and, seeing that the customer slips away, angrily zasignalil. Frightened by the prospect of revenge disillusioned drove, we quickly whisked into a taxi and set off. In short, you understand, my friends, that service in Greece - even one. ))
Apart from swimming in the seas and lakes, babirussu with terrible force was drawn to the ruins, and one day she again dragged resisting and sleepy companion to the temple of Olympian Zeus. That's it, I take pictures tirelessly, with which the parties have not schelknesh him everywhere good at it.
And this view of the Acropolis from the Olympian Zeus.
And this - from the same place at the Likavittos, the highest point. The very Likavittos, which I last year with groans and shrieks rose under merciless sun. ))
He also has babirussy during this visit was the goal. There is no wrong - GOAL. )) To find, finally, Anafiotiku, picturesque kvartalchik people from the Cycladic island of Anafi, nestled at the foot of Acropolis. In short, polvechera two goresledopyta unsuccessfully tried to find Anafiotiku. Anafiotika was somewhere nearby, but the hands did not go. We sought out her chance - Not the next day, then every other day. We walked ourselves to Plaka and saw a nice trail, we decided to explore "what is it Bilen'ke blackens and - olala - Anafiotika welcomes us!
Imagine the Plaka tourist-infested, noisy taverns and, suddenly turning, you find yourself in another world - a small an oasis of quietness, where hardly any tourists wander - from the open windows we could hear snatches of conversations and the sounds of TV on a bench in front of the house sit Greek and treat You Tsipuria (local brew), an appetizer to bring him nuts and raisins!
Unfortunately, many abandoned houses and the blight. Apparently, the owners have died and the heirs can not find a buyer - in fact any building or piece of land, offering a WMD of the Acropolis, is mad money.
Here, perhaps, take a timeout. Firstly, I'm tired, and, secondly, found that from the camera mysteriously disappeared best photos from the same Anafiotiki. Including a babirussoy posing against the backdrop of white houses in Cycladic style. And I suspect, whose playful pen to erase them.
But Athens I'll still pomuchayu. ))))
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