Ode from a Grecian airport

Sleepy greetings from Athens airport – I took the night flight from Heathrow and now have three hours to kill before the flight to Mytilini on the Aegean isle of Lesvos. For someone who has never liked flying – despite being the daughter of an RAF fighter pilot – I found this particular flight amazingly OK. Normally a touch of turbulence is enough to set my hands sweating and my heart pounding, but I was pretty calm throughout – even nodded off prior to take-off, which I’ve always admired other people for doing as it makes them look like thoroughly seasoned travellers. In my case, it was just sheer exhaustion after setting off from Eastbourne station at 5 pm and not taking off until nearly 11 pm.

Anyway, I’m still resolutely saying ‘Thank you’ and ‘A coffee please’ loudly and slowly and Britishly, as I can’t yet remember the difference between efkareesto and parakalo (phonetic spelling I know) and it could lead to yet more embarrassing exchanges if I said the wrong thing.

Once on the island, I have to pick the rental car up at Mytilini airport and then navigate my way to Molyvos and my hotel there. Having done that, I’ve done that I reckon I’ll be out for the count for a few hours, maybe with a bottle of Mythos beer by my side – I am on holiday, after all!

For now, though, I’m signing out as the power is running low on my laptop and all my continental adapter plugs are safely – and stupidly – packed in my check-in luggage :(

So parakalo, efkareesto, and ciao…