So, I thought something was going to go wrong… and it did.
I rode the bus from Thessaloniki to Ioannina. Every time we stopped, I thought it was my time to get off. Once in Ioannina, I took a taxi to my hotel. You know it’s a good sign when the cab driver has never heard of your hotel, and has to ask his buddies for directions. Upon arriving at the hotel, something felt a little off. After the cab left, I walked up to the hotel to find the door closed and locked. I knocked. Nothing happened. I knocked repeatedly, while nothing on the other side continued to happen. I walked to the middle of the street, to take a look at the hotel. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t just knocking on some random door. It looked like ‘The Night before Christmas’ in there. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The address and name were both right. That’s about when I saw a call box. Walking up to it, there was a little buzzer for reception. Yay, I thought! Buzzzz buzz buzz And, nothing continued to happen on the other side of the door. My only thought was, ‘I cant believe I am paying for a hotel, that wont let me in!’. About then, it started to rain. I put my bags under the awning, and started to circle the hotel. After an hour, it was really raining. It was officially time to find a hotel that would let me inside.
I wondered through the streets, finding a busier road that would hopefully lead me to another hotel. I found a local futbol bar(yes, futbol bar… I LOVE Greece!), where I asked for directions. He pointed me to the Matsa Guesthouse. Sigh… I don’t have to sleep on the streets!
I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.