How unfortunate that I must share my dorm with such a moronic turd. An obnoxious imbecile… a pig.
Sorry, one of the new erm… people in my dorm at Hawks is a bit of a half-wit. From making strange gurgling and gasping noises throughout the night, repeatedly trying to open the bathroom door while I’m taking a shower (can you not hear the water running you damn fool?) and stinking out the dorm with a batch of giant green-onions (gross), he’s the biggest hostel pest yet.
I got quickly out of Hawks and made for my new home base in Omonoia square, getting another hazelnut cream croissant for my breakfast – the absolute king of croissants and a sure-fire way to start my morning on a high note.
It was my last full day in Athens, and ever since my discovery of the wall ruins last night, the urge to revisit history has returned to me. The national museum of Greek archaeology is supposed to be one of the best museums in the world. I couldn’t not go to it.
It was admittedly a tossup between this museum and the Acropolis museum, but I had already seen the Acropolis even if I hadn’t seen everything connected with it. And the museum of archaeology boasted far greater and varied exhibits.
The national archaeology museum takes you back way before the classical and the Hellenistic periods, starting you off in the neolithic with the Neanderthals and their crude but fascinating weaponry.
But I soon became surprised that this museum rates as highly as it does. It has nothing on the Vatican Museum and pales in light of the Louvre which I visited in 2019. I wouldn’t even say it’s as good as the British museum… perhaps I should have gone to the Acropolis Museum after all?
Walking around the place, there were so many hallways and corridors possessing a rich array of artifacts that were simply roped off or closed down. And while I thought I had until 7pm to get my fill of the place (according to google), it closed shortly after 3pm and I was hurried out before I could even view the Roman sculpture exhibit. Nevertheless, I caught some interesting things here and there…
To make up for my last museum trip being cut short, I took myself out for one last dinner in Athens. Chose a place that seemed pretty Greek – they were playing what seemed like Greek opera music in the background. Shining tin plates on the tables combined with the array of meats hanging above the counters to make the place seem brilliantly old fashioned.
Almost as soon as I’d sat down, a waitress brought me a complimentary starter – a paper sheet laden with two pieces of pastrami and two cubes of cheese. Nice.
The weather was chillier today; it has certainly dropped a few degrees. Bearing this in mind, I ordered a glass of red wine instead of white – though I was disappointed that there was no option to get it in 500ml. The glass was only 125ml – bit disappointing really.
I got homemade stuffed vine leaves to start with delicious yogurt to dip them in. They both looked and tasted like they’d been dunked in a vat of olive oil prior to serving. I followed these up with veal shish on bulgur wheat. It was tasty and had plenty of meat, although If I was being fussy I’d have exchanged the bulgur for bread and chips.
The complimentary dessert was a bore. Natural yogurt with some lightly sweetened fruit sauce. I couldn’t even tell what flavour it was supposed to be: mandarin or tomato?
Weirdly, I was still quite hungry when I left, so I bought myself a nice bag of oregano peanuts which did me for the rest of the day.
I was supposed to be going for a drink with Yeorgia but I had to cancel. It’s like I’m mentally shutting down to the world. I’ve only got time for myself now.
