This country and its inhabitants are unbelievable.
One day in Athens and a book to write.
You arrive at 2 am at the hotel on a Sunday morning and the hotel clerk hands you a bus schedule for the hotel bus going downtown.
A few hours later, at 12 am, you wait for the bus.
“Oh, this one does not go today”.
Fine, you think, then we wait for the next one.
“There is no bus going today, its Sunday.”
Besides that the schedule says everyday, besides that she knew we would be departing Monday morning at 5 am and still had given us the schedule, besides that we had waited for two hours for this bus…
…you are still in a good mood and make your way to the next public bus station, only to wait for another 25 minutes, to finally get transported by a squeaking, overloaded, overaged, undermaintained vehicle for another 45 minutes to the center of Athens.
To the Akropolis. Because it is the great Greek and human history you are interested in.
That seems to have been aeons ago.
When you buy your ticket (14 Euros!) they remind you that the Akropolis will close in an hour, at 3 pm. Closing at 3 pm on a warm, sunny, perfect Sunday. Lots of tourists, that still would like to hike up the hill and (maybe not like it but) still would pay good Euros for their visit to the Greek heritage. Still six hours of sunny daylight left.
Looks like people in Athens and Greece do not need to earn money.
You think that cannot be topped until the taxi driver smiles at you and says:
“Did you have a great time at the Akropolis? The entrance is free on Sundays, thats why so many people are there today…”
Your (payed) ticket had been checked for validation three times…