Summer is here. When you wander a little further away from the crowds and scooters on Makriyanni St you can sometimes be rewarded by scenes like this… dancers practising at the foot of the Acropolis. It was beautiful and serene. Enjoy.
for my friend Stelios’s blog on property in Greece. See it here:
not only would the trains run on time but passengers could actually buy tickets for them.
Time stamp: 9:30 p.m. Place: Syntagma Sq. Metro Station
QUEUES. Everywhere. Queues to top-up or buy tickets at the 4 machines (one not working). Queue at the only staffed ticket window. Queues are at least 5 to 6 deep. We gave up waiting and walked home.
But wait – there’s more. On the way into town Damon went to buy a ticket – we had no change, just a 20 euro bill and there was no staff on at the ticket window. So we tried buying it through the automated ticket machine. Won’t accept 20s. We tried to get the 20 changed in the station. No go. We had to walk out of the station and try two establishments to get change, then go back and buy the ticket.
That was 7 p.m. at the Acropolis metro station. Not exactly the quietest of stations on a summer evening. Why is there no one on duty?
Dear Metro and Government. Above is testimony to the fact we’re trying. It’s time you did your bit too.
Thanks for joining me! Like I said, I’ve been writing for a long time, but never about myself. That’s about to change. So far this year I’ve become unemployed for the first time in 30 years, I quit smoking, I stopped drinking and my youngest child moved out.
Clearly, the universe has big plans for me. Let’s see.