Travelling always has its ups and downs but I felt like a fish out of water. Too many loud unpredictable Mediterranean personalities. All too lawless for me. Exaggerated by my fellow hostel guests. Not personally showing aggression to me but the city feels negative; citizens ready to break rules at any point with little thought of the consequences to others. I felt a bubbling mutiny and no, I don’t think this is new because of the current economic situation, but I am sure it has heightened it.
Only just a couple of days after I left protesting turned to rioting. Anti-establishment protesters and the Greek police clashed outside the parliament house. The tensions at the end of 2 marches ended in Molotov cocktails and Police using tear gas and stun grenades. The clash between the people and the authorities is not new in this city.
This location was my lowest point.
I had committed to 4 weeks over Christmas and new year, I managed 3. Giving a little notice was the polite, ever so British, thing to do. I’ve known some ‘help exchangers’ give only 1-day notice because their experience was extreme. Mine was only annoying. I felt I couldn’t immediately leave my pre-agreed commitment to the host, even though she was part of the problem, it was Christmas and I didn’t like leaving her in the proverbial.
My greater challenge was to find an easy ‘next location’ as the only Greek island I’ve ever had on my wish list was Santorini. Especially as islands are basically ‘closed’ season over Christmas and New Year. I am surprised that the destination has not boomed like the Canary Islands for sun seekers in the winter but the Greeks have decided no – they need holiday time too.
I caught up with a lot of box sets, I know I could have travelled out into the country but I just wasn’t ‘feeling it’. I only had to work 2 nights a week which I quite enjoyed except for clearing up their trash. In the words of Christina Aguilera that hostel felt diiiirty. The type of rebel without a cause guest hung out smelling of weed or unwashed bodies in the cold communal areas. Cooking up a storm then leaving a trail of curried fish, beer cans and cigarette tobacco & filters behind them
My annoyance about their lack of effort just made me, sadly, too quickly, join their ‘why bother’ brigade. Accentuated by winter germs that got me twice. Two different colds in 3 weeks. Sharing a dorm with different people has this risk. Plus their infuriating desire to breathe so-called fresh air. The locals are used to open doors and windows but I’m not a fan when the temperature is only 10 degrees compared to the usual Greek 30+. Not the paradise I was hoping for.
There were other lovely guests and volunteers in the same boat as me, even the catching of colds, I was reassured I was not irrational. I tried, with little success, to find warm places to work, the hilarious contradiction of being cold inside turned to frustration. I was losing the battle to close the sources of cold draughts, I’m wearing a scarf and 2 jumpers in a building with lots of cold hard surfaces but this wasn’t obvious to others, I should have worn a sign around my neck.
Their summer lasts so much longer than winter so it seems they just grin and bear it. This was 3 weeks of 1st world grumbles and it wasn’t all bad but I’m not so good at positive thinking when cold. I certainly couldn’t complain about the amount of free time I had yet I couldn’t get the sunny disposition of a character out of the films Mamma Mia or Shirley Valentine. They were loving Greece, why wasn’t I?
Yes, ok, some of it was fun!
Talking to only 2 friends who have visited Athens, opinion is different. Having 1 day, 3 days or 3 weeks in a city will obviously expand experiences and feelings. Both friends liked Athens to varying degrees, I remember their enthusiasm encouraged me to go. A tour guide I met, an Irish chap, moved to Athens for a girlfriend. The girl long gone, he remains in Athens nearly 2 years on, because he loves it. His words “I like that anything goes, there are few rules. The people including the authorities just look the other way”. I quite enjoy reminiscing through rose-coloured specs now but no way could I have stayed longer.
I highly recommend a whistle-stop 1 day or even a long weekend but that’s about it.
I fell into my duvet, acquired a second to create a den and continued with the Amazon prime box set addiction (Watch these: very good! Please Like Me, Black-ish, and This is Us – you’ll need tissues for 2 of these).
The best type of procrastination is the rabbit hole of the internet, sightseeing, recovering from sightseeing or working to pay for the travel. Not my blog though. I recognised I didn’t want my blog to be a travel guide there are many to compete with. But what had I initially thought it would be?
I had not achieved the volunteering in the true sense of the word, for each country. This needed a lot more advance scheduling of destination and route than I wanted, getting answers from country government bodies is nye on impossible and with the language barrier too. Nightmare.
In December I had over 15 unfinished blogs to edit but I felt stuck: definitive writer’s block. A creative dud.
Then the penny dropped. I absorb my world around me. I have questions, observations and much opinion. I absolutely believe this is because I’m a solo traveller. In a couple or group then your focus is elsewhere or you may immediately debate and share right at the moment.
I left the ‘Aguilera’ hostel and moved to another for only 3 nights. What a difference! My shoulders relaxed knowing that the bedroom and front doors wouldn’t be wide open allowing Joe Public access if they were curious. My nose wasn’t filled with stinky substances in the public areas. I had my quiet space to recover from germs and I was warmer!
I decided in my little cubicle bed, like any product or service, I needed to ‘re-clarify my brand’. I never really thought about who is reading before just that I make the text flow and enjoyable to read when I’m 70. BUT NOW…I do want to know who’s reading and start a conversation, with you.
I’ll consider and share my factoids and ponderings about place or people, more of the former no doubt. What you’ll be pleased to read is – fewer words, more frequency. A print columnist delivers an average 800 words. I’ll be happy if I can keep under 1400. I’m starting well with this adding up to around 1375 🙂
So here goes, it has still taken me time to get ahead of myself, to combat my travel procrastination but my revitalised blog starts today. A big contribution to why I felt negatively of Athens and how it’s not a tourist destination for more than a cruise day trip or pre/post-island hop stop off – “Graffiti – art, statement or defiance?”. Available online and in your inbox in exactly 45 minutes.
My request to you. Please contribute, please comment. Look forward to it. Your opinion is as interesting and as valid as mine. Though for you trolls and spammers beware, don’t bother, you’ll just get deleted. To the rest of you, loving our chat, it’s healthy to have an opinion. We can do fun, educated and eloquent, can’t we? Hope to hear from you tomorrow!