Welcomes! Please has the shrimps!

I am loving Athens!  I also thoroughly enjoy that almost all English speech is in plural - that will be a hard habit to break when I leave here.  Everything has an "s" on the end of it, but my favorite is "welcomes" because I hear it all the time as the people are so friendly.  I woke up pretty early this morning considering I literally passed out from exhaustion last night - after a fantastic meal of mushroom risotto at the rooftop restaurant with a stunning view of the Acropolis.

So I took an early morning jaunt to the Acropolis - missed it the first time and ended up on the hill across from it.  Walked through the woods and paths while it became closer and closer.  The sun was coming up and the parks and historic sites are very aromatic - don't know what it is I'm smelling but it's divine!  Arrived at the Acropolis before most of the tour buses and people.  I just don't even know what to say - it was amazing and the view from the top! You can see the entire city, the light fog in the mountains, the Ancient Agora and Thessieons monument and the hill that I walked through to get there.  Plus there are all kinds of interesting ruins at the bottom of the Acropolis hill (although getting used to peering over the wall at that height took some adjustment).  It was amazing!  Then I walked down the craggy Mars Hill, took a path and ended up in the Agora.  Damn was that amazing and there's a whole area full of mint that added to the already pleasant aroma.  Walked through the remains of the old Stoas, gymnasium, speaker platforms - just fantastic.  I am going again tomorrow because there is so much to see - there are some ruins around the Acropolis and on the second hill that I need to discover.  The only slight issue was a combination of disgust at the graffiti on some of the ancient walls outside of the preserved areas AND that I had to spend a portion of my stroll through the Agora with 50 screaming 13 year-olds and their whistle blowing chaperones.  I wanted to scream "shuts the mouths" but managed to avoid them where ever possible.  What would Plato have done? 

All in all it was an excellent morning - finally being in a non-Muslim country meant I could wear shorts which was nice considering I was hauling my behind up some pret-ty steep hills (it's warm here too) and off on the trails less traveled.  Being as clumsy as I am, I managed not to fall off or trip over anything - a few close calls, but I remained vertical - well done, me!  Everyone else was strolling along, but I ATTACKED the sites with fervor!  Sightseeing should be a sport...

This is a shot of inside the Agora which was filled with piles of architectural features.

looking from Thessieon through the Agora

Thessieon - and the location of the whistles and screaming kids

Thessieon from across the Agora

inside the Agora

Inside a church built in 1000 A.D. - old!

view from Acropolis looking down into this old stadium and wall

The Parthenon!

Me and the Parthenon

Temple across from the Parthenon

view from the top of the steps of the entrance to Acropolis - the Ancient Agora is down there

Another shot of the stadium and the hill in the background I walked through

ground view of a Stoa - the stadium is next to it

AnyIhatekids, I wandered back through the Plaka District and had a well earned beer before taking in some shopping and then a well deserved power nap.  This country is awesome and I haven't really even seen much of it - think I need to come back and hit a few islands (Santorini) and other areas within the country.  Love it here.


Drink of the Day - the wines and the beers - thank yous!

The Center of Democracy!

Alrighty!  Am in Athens now and love the city.  My hotel is in the old section and I can walk to all "ancient" settings.  Thankfully this morning I bothered to look at my itinerary - I thought for some reason my flight was at 6:20pm but when I looked it was actually 10:30am - hustled out of there and was actually up at 7am so I made it in time.  Two totally different settings - really enjoyed Istanbul, but am loving Athens.  Tired, but when I arrived I still managed to walk for several hours and at least tour the Temple of Zeus (right across from my hotel) and drink some wine and hang out in the Plaka district which is the old section and right around the corner.  Enjoyed some Greek wine, bought a few gifts and then had a mushroom risotto on top of the hotel with a spectacular view of the city and the Acropolis!

So I get here, upack (room is fabulous) and walk across the street to see Hadrian's Gate and the temple of Zeus - turn around and Snap! The Acropolis is right behind me - LOVE when that happens - I didn't even see it until I turned around! While I was in Istanbul, I purposefully just started walking and was literally lost in the city.  Walked for hours and started to smell spices - turned the corner and walked into the middle of the Egyptian Spice Market - where I wanted to end up.  I love being lost!  It's the best way to discover a city - keep the map handy, but just follow your instincts and see all the things hidden in the alleyways.

I am totally whipped tonight and hope to get a good night's sleep.  One thing about living in Afghanistan is that when you leave is when you realize how exhausting it is to live there.  Although you get used to all the rockets, mortars and gunfire you tend to forget that it causes not very much restful sleep. Tomorrow I am spending the day hiking the Acropolis, Mars Hill, etc - certain to be a cruel mistress, but I can't wait.  I have spent so many years reading and studying ancient Greece that to finally see it - up close and personal - is at least a two-pantie-shield experience!  I'm laying on my bed now and can see the columns of the Zeus Temple from the bed - this is really fantastic.  A travel companion would be perfect - as you travel much differently when alone - but I'm still enjoying the hell out of myself!  The Jewbilee should be here with me...

Acropolis

My hotel is between the sets of columns on the left

This is a Roman Bath in a ditch on the street

My first meal here in the Plaka District

Ruins in front of an ancient Greek church - there is a cat in there on the ledge

Hadrian's Gate on my way back to hotel

Drinks of the day - Greek wine, tea and cappuccino - I totally forgot to steal an espresso cup from Turkey which means i will have to lift two from Greece to add to the collection.

It's the Journey

Blue Mosque

Blue Mosque

Hagia Sophia

Topkapi Palace Park

Ancient wall within park and old architectural artifacts

Kitties are everywhere!

Wow - what an adventure it's been so far since I left KAF!  Currently in Istanbul and am absolutely loving it.  My hotel is in the old section and walking distance from the Blue Mosque, bazaar, spice market and tons of outdoor cafes and street markets.  I have currently been awake for about 40 hours straight due to my travels, but will hopefully sleep like a rock tonight. 

There's a huge park - Topkapi Park- down the street from where I am staying.  Within the park are many museums and the Hagia Sophia and Blue Mosque are on the edges of the park - absolutely beautiful and interesting to see.  Maybe I can write off my trip as "research" for park planning in another Muslim country - hmmm...  Just been walking and walking today, listening to the prayer chants over speakers while enjoying the sites - totally unreal!  Tonight I am headed down the street - which is pedestrian only by my hotel - to enjoy a Hookah bar and some more Turkish food which I'm loving.  Tomorrow will be the spice market, cisterns and Grand Bazaar and then off to Athens for a few days.  This is really becoming the trip of a lifetime.  After Athens, I head to London to visit one of my old friends, then Bruge, Amsterdam, Munich and back to Dubai before I return to KAF to begin my new job.

OK, now for the awful start to my trip - which will soon become humorous, but not quite yet as it's too fresh of an experience. I flew out of KAF on a C-17 without much incident - still happy and footloose!  Get to Manas AB that evening, go through in-processing and then discover that they did not load my luggage on the plane.  They promise to do the next day, but don't and I wait until 4 hours before my flight out of there before it finally arrives on the last flight of the day.  During this time of no showers, I am issued linens and sent to a huge clam shell tent to sleep on a bunk bed with another 100 or so women AND the lights never go off.  The added bonus is that the latrines right across from the tent are overflowing and backed up - did find much better ones the next day.  This begins my stretch of no sleep.  I did meet a ton of fun people at the bar/hangout on base to enjoy the two beers a day you were allowed to consume.  That was a plus!  I also had an $8 dollar manicure and an $11 haircut at the salon on base.  It looks like an $11 haircut too, but anything was in improvement.  I had my second hair salon experience with a stylist I was barely able to communicate with because of language barriers.  This became readily apparent while she was washing my hair and I noticed a spider crawling in hers - I tell her (also because I'm scared to death it will drop on me) and she replies with a smile..."yes, yes" and then the water temp is changed from warm to scalding, leading me to believe she does not have the slightest clue what I have said - and it certainly wasn't "please burn my scalp off with the water temperature".  Finally, one of her co-workers tells her because she did overhear me and the poor gal almost had a heart attack - which is the appropriate response to one being informed there is a spider in your hair.  All in all, nice ladies and an interesting mix of the typical Kyrgyzstan citizen - either Asian or Russian -  and all Russian speaking.


So I leave for the Bishkek airport at 1am on Monday morning to fly to Istanbul.  Am dropped off at the loading dock in the back of a truly dilapidated, Soviet era airport building and escorted through the basement (that had so much mold everyone was coughing their guts outs when we finally got out of there) to the check-in.  I'm with one other military guy who is flying home.  Make it through the ticket processing and my bag is checked for the flight.  Then I go through passport control.  This is where it gets really *&!#$@ stressful.  This other guy and I are the only Americans and nobody speaks English except for maybe a few other passengers - it's still not that fluent.  They split me off from the military guy and let him go through - I am then detained and held in a holding area because of "passport issues" - which was either the only English term they knew or the only term they wanted my to know they knew.  It is basically communicated to me that i am not boarding my flight or allowed to leave because of my passport issue.  My bag - which I've only had in my possession for a few hours - is on it's way to Turkey without me.  They stand around, won't let me stand up, approach the desk or basically move/interact with anyone for about 2 hours.  Every time I do one of these things - which I continued to do frequently - the military police would run over to subdue me to keep me seated.  No explanation, no idea what's happening, no longer have my passport because they took it - sense a really bad situation.  Needless to say, I am privately freaking out, have nobody to call because now I'm off base, am fighting back tears of rage and frustration.  I'm also exhausted and trying to keep the Irish temper at bay so that I don't make a bad situation worse and end up in jail - I can only imagine what that would be like considering the condition of everything else there.  Finally, about 15 minutes before my plane leaves, they bring some guy over to translate their demands which was basically about $100 in a cash "fee" (bribe where you and I are from) for them to approve my passport.  I couldn't cough up that money fast enough.  So basically, they held me and my bag hostage until right before the plane took off to get money from me - and as the gentlemen who translated informed me... "not to make issue of it".  I had 2 hours of the most intense stress on top of being sleep deprived, filthy and contained in a shit hole. I will not return to Bishkek anytime soon.  Being tossed out in front of the Afghan airport - outside the wire - when I returned to KAF from Thailand was much more preferable than this experience.  Maybe the message here is to avoid traveling in any country that includes a "-stan" in its name.

However, all is good now and I'm finally beginning to relax!  It's all part of the adventure and will be an interesting story to tell in a bar at some point in the future.  Certainly taking adventures on your own in foreign countries has its challenges, but still worth the experience!  I have excellent internet now too so I plan to post on the blog much more frequently while on my travels.  Hope you all have an excellent start to your week!

Drink of the day/night - wine, Turkish tea, wine, Turkish coffee, wine ... you get it...