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OUR FLIGHT was
not scheduled to depart until
3:15 p.m., so we had plenty of
time to take a last look at
Athens. In the nearby square we
found a taverna for a ham and
cheese omelet. Afterwards I
walked around and videotaped the
little back streets while Joy
stayed behind reading her
Urantia Book.
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Standing on the corner with our
many bags waiting for the bus to
the airport, we learned that
there was a taxi strike today in
Athens, and all buses were
filled to capacity. The first
one that came by didn’t even
slow down as passengers were
crammed in like sardines. The
next one was almost as full but
the driver stopped and let us
on, with me standing on the
lowest step with my backpack
pressed against the door all the
way to the airport.
It was
a great flight on KLM with all
seats business-class size. By
now we were thoroughly burned
out and ready to head home.
At the
airport in Amsterdam my cousin
Els picked us up again and we
did our usual visiting routine,
eating soup and croquettes and
drinking wine until all hours.
Joy, who had sworn off alcohol
after our Tel Aviv episode, went
to bed, but I stayed up with my
cousins, telling them all about
our adventures in the
Mediterranean and taking a
good-natured ribbing about what
had now matured into a true
black eye, from my eyebrow down
to my nose.
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Videotaping the little back
streets in Plaka
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