was actually more exciting than it sounds.
so just shut the fuck up.
started journey on smelly tourist bus bright and early with massive hangover
as seen right here:
(ginge friend, also hungover)
then made stop in ancient city of trikala.
quite scenic.
though honestly
looks just like every other city on mainland greece.
but whatever.
was outside enjoying gorgeous weather and scenery with classmates
when suddenly encountered most bizarre experience
hands down
have ever faced in entire life.
some little boy
like 8 or something
came waltzing up to the fountain we were all waiting by for the bus
completely ass naked
and smoking a cigarette.
was soon after joined by comrade
who straddled head of statue of another naked boy.
gypsies.
was not sure whether to be more upset at fact that
a)
8 year old boy is publicly naked in center of city
or b)
8 year old boy is smoking cigarette.
like seriously
go clean your room.
or play with your dolls or something.
they start young here, apparently.
moving on
hotel was total and complete shithole.
metalic gold headboard
positioned to hide outlets, but not massive mysterious GROWTH on side of wall.
what is this shit?
was inches away from pillow.
seriously thought it would awake in the middle of the night
and crawl over face and kill me.
luckily, had very scenic view from balcony:
true story:
upon first entering room
noticed balcony door was considerately left open by hotel management
to relieve room of must odor.
also noticed
cats lounging on deck
enjoying the sun after a productive day of probably pissing all over our sheets.
honestly
room looked like where one would bring a cheap, filthy hooker,
kill her,
then leave body.
and smelled like it too.
that night at hotel however was amazing fun.
had huge party in one of the rooms.
result:
massive hangover part II.
just in time for the tour of monasteries
which were incredible.
entering monastery
were given gross communal skirts to wear when entering
because apparently full length jeans and knee high boots do not hide enough skin.
totally looked like a math teacher.
to climb up the cliffs to the monasteries
one could either
climb up huge flight of stairs
or
if one were a monk or special guest of monastery
ride this box on zip liner across mountains.
FACT:
zip liner cables were once only changed when they broke...
because that's how they roll.
apparently
greek orthodox monks like to live on the edge.
but that's cool;
they've got nothing to worry about.
theyre in heaven for sure
vip and everything.
then
when was time to depart from glorious monasteries
in classic greek fashion
bus broke down
leaving everyone stranded in mountains
for FOUR HOURS
with no food
or bathrooms.
totally gay.
all took this opportunity to be one with nature.
hiked
peed in bushes
and climbed rocks.
so romantic.
but a little fucking scary too:
for example
almost killed that kid at one point.
would have actually really sucked if had to go back to bus and tell chaperone that one of us fell off cliff.
then again
probably would not have cared.
we all had been gone for three hours and did not once get off ass to check where we were.
and things were getting intense out there in the woods.
shoo nature.
finally bus was fixed
and all got to enjoy watching film transporter III on endless ride back to thessaloniki.
pretty fucking awful.
was like icing on cake of 1,000 misfortunes.
but all in all
one of faorite weekends have had. in a long time. :)
