During the coach ride from Igoumenitsa to Athens, we drank wine and ate biscuits. Sonny, who had not been conditioned to our drinking habits started to feel sick in the middle of the journey and asked to use the toilet in the coach, and found, much to her horror that it was out of order. We had to make an unscheduled stop for her to use a toilet at a restaurant. We got down too, to look around, and found that it was beginning to look like Istanbul.

Other than that , the journey was pretty uneventful.

We reached Athens at around four plus in the morning. Obviously no public transport then, so we took taxis to the Hostel Aphrodite. We were greeted by a Portugeese...thank goodness Raimund didn't take out his passport and ask for a discount...yes he did that in Portugal...Raimund's from Macau and the island was once under Portugees rule til recently...so he has a Portugeese passport...technically he is a Portugeese citizen, so he pays only 1500euro a year at Delft...sigh...

So we crept into our respective bunks and slept till 1000hrs ...

After having breakfast, we went to get ferry tickets, from a tour agency, to Santorini and Mykonos and back. Lily and Sonny decided to go walking around on their own as the rest of us, Adu, Raimund, Yizhen and I went about our administrative stuff: Yizhen had to get her UK visa, if she could, and Adu, Raimund and I needed to check our emails.

When everything was done, we only had enough time to go to the Olympic Stadium, designed largely by Santiago Calatrava.

After that, we went to Monasteri to find a restaurant recommended by the Greece guide book that Rickey had lent to us.

The guide proved useful, as the waiter was so flattered that we had gone based on the recommendations of the book that he gave us extra portions! I'm beginning to like Greece...

Dinner was great...we had kebap(4 sticks instead of 3 at no extra cost), aubergine shoes(baked eggplant with minced meat on top) and last but not least, what we came here for, stuffed tomatoes, which were stuffed with fried rice and tomatoes, which actually didn't taste as good as the rest. To accompany it all, we ordered Ouzo, a popular local alcoholic drink which turned milky white when mixed with water...the turks called it Lion's Milk...and it tasted likewise too, if ever I were to taste it...