Day 3 - Athens sight seeing

We headed off in a random direction whilst holding a cartoon map hoping to see parts of Athens before we have to head off to the Greek Islands. Since I couldn't buy any memory cards for my camera, we decided that we should empty Moishii's memory sticks so I can use them in my camera. We find a photo shop which would do that for 5euros a CD. We had enough stuff to throw it onto 2 CDs so we left the cards with the guy whilst he transferred everything onto CD for us. We rock back up only to find out that we owe him 15euros because its 5euros a CD and if you want more than 1 card per cd, you have to pay 2.50euros per memory card. LIKE WE GOT SCREWED! That was $30AUD!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS COUNTRY IS TRYING TO SCREW ME OVER FFS! @%#$#^%#

We decided the best thing to do was to go sight seeing to help release our stress. We made our way to the Acropolis and ended up getting ripped off from buying 6 vouchers to get into 1 place. We climbed our way to the top of the mountain after almost slipping and breaking our necks to get to the Acropolis. We pulled out our cameras and started taking photos left, right and centre and made multiple mini films with commentary and an explaination as to which pile of stone was what. Around 5:30, half an hour before the whole place was locked down, SOMEONE suddenly screamed that we were at the wrong place! That the pile of stones on the other mountain was the acropolis and that we were at the wrong place! He pointed at the map and started ranting and raving. And since it was always HIS obsession to go to the Acropolis, I knew that he would never shut up about it if we went to the wrong place. I also knew I wasn't going to come back just to climb another mountain to take more photos with stones, we decided to bolt towards the "real acropolis". Instead of taking a nicely paved walkway, someone insisted that they knew a shortcut to get to the "real acropolis". I don't know what in the world I was thinking when I decided to listen to him. I guess it was jetlag plus the sunstroke, but I decided to follow him. Boy was it fun climbing down the side of the moutain that was overgrown with weeds and thorny bushes........

After tumbling down the side of the mountain, we bumped into a guy who was peeing himself in the bushes. Running around the guy, we climbed up another hill only to go around in a big loop before we ended up at another tourist booth. The guy told us that they closed at 7. I know at this stage I should have strangled someone, but since I was suffering from exhaustion and dehydration, I plodded along to the "real acropolis". When we finally arrived after 30mins of trekking, we started taking as many happy snaps and film clips as possible to make up for the photos of the "fake acropolis". Something didn't feel right. I'm sure you know where I am going with this. We asked a tour guide sitting by the pile of rocks if we were at the acropolis. Her reply? "No, the acropolis is up the other mountain".

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eing totally confused, we showed her the photos we took to see if we've actually gone to the "real acropolis" and the woman goes through our photos saying "errrrrrmmmmmm......hmmmmmmm......errrrrrr......" YOUR A FREAKIN TOUR GUIDE! HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHAT THE DAMN ACROPOLIS LOOKS LIKE!? And its not like we didn't have enough photos for her to look at! As the sun was setting, we decided to call it quits and leave not knowing if we went to the acropolis or not. I swear, only can we go to a famous historical site, have no idea what is what and confuse everyone around us. Oh.......by the way, we finally found out that we DID go to the acropolis. And that its a name for the entire top of the mountain and not an individual building like SOMEONE was screaming. FFS