Sleeping In The Airport: Athens

Athens airport sleeping for me was 100% about the money. Coming off of a rather large nearly $1000 car-fixing stint in Spain, I found myself pinching pennies while on Yacht Week 2011. At the end of the trip, after my Sugar Daddy went home, me and Sugar Daddy’s better half (we share nicely) found ourselves scheduled for early morning flights and without much cents for a hotel room at the hugely expensive Sofitel...

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TYW Detox or How to Loiter at a 5 Star Hotel

I love Greece. I know I’ve had this sort of up and down and all around kind of relationships with my little Ελλάδα. But now. I just love it. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that I actually slept 10 hours last night, on a real bed, in real air conditioning. It might also have something to do with the fact that I woke up and took both a shower and a bath this morning and I didn’t have to drain my own...

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TYW Day 7: Sail of Shame

Blah. Blah blah. There’s not a single one of us that’s not feeling completely wrecked. Our bodies have essentially rejected us. They are looking at the crackers and water we put in front of them and they’re screaming rejections. We’re taking turns being sick off the back of the boat. Partner puking on either side of the steering column. We lazily pass large bottles of water around hoping and praying that this sip will be the one that stays...

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Shortest Way to the Infinity Pool: Straight through the Riot Police

As I scrambled off the bus in Athens, barely alive from my Tylenol PM + Valium coma, I realized I had no idea where I was. Once again, I was falsified into believing that my bus would arrive... well... at the bus station. Bus stations are easy to navigate, often have a conveniently placed map of the city in some ominous graffiti covered Plexiglas case, and more importantly, are accustomed to English speaking dumbfracks like...

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The Longest Bus Ride in My Life

Now we get to the part of the trip I was dreading the most. Not only is this the notorious 17 hour bus ride I had heard about, but it’s also the point where I have to attempt to illegally cross back into the EU/Schengen Europe. I am terrified, to put it lightly. I found the tourist office pretty quickly. The owner didn’t speak English, but he did understand when I pointed to Athens on a map. He wrote out €30 on a piece of paper and...

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