I hate night busses. I don't know why I allowed myself to take another one. I spent the whole of last night next to a guy with broad shoulders and a gaping crotch on one side, while pressed against an overactive heater on the other. Within this 12 hour adventure I slept probably 30 minutes - twice. I felt like 'decking' this guy about 3 times, but resorted only to defensive moves when he brought his elbows up against my face. It is not his fault, but when sleep deprived eventually my patience wore thin. I was literally sweating in my T-shirt while trying to hold my body diagonally to give myself the maximum space with the best amount of circulation. The bus was packed.
Anyway I made it back from Cappaduchia and decided to fly to Athens right away. I considered visiting the Turkish coast - but I was honestly done with busses for awhile.
So I got to Athens this afternoon. The airport and tram system was very impressive. Things are still very much still cleaned up from the Olympics. In fact the transit map makes all of these references to where to see the different events and gives tips on how to use your tickets for the game to take transit.
This morning I was 'smelly zombie boy' after having been on the night bus. A form of physical torture. Wearing my glasses and bleary eyed and feeling at the bottom emotionally and physically, the coffee barrista at the airport told me I looked like Brad Pitt. I thought that was pretty funny/embarassing. Those barristas are not to be trusted.
Anyway. Don't take night busses. Take a day bus. Take a train. Rent a car. Take a plane.
Ok. Last reminder: Don't take night busses.
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