A taxi to a bus to a bus to another bus to a taxi to another bus was pretty much my day. When the second bus arrived in Athens, we needed to get to the other bus terminal. Yes, you read that correctly. The OTHER bus terminal. Oddly enough, one can take a bus from Kalampaka to Athens, but you wont be at the correct terminal to go to the Peloponnese. We jumped into cabs to ride to the other terminal. At first the cab drivers were trying to make a deal to drive us all the way to Nafplion. But, honestly, it wasn’t a deal and more of a rip off. They started prices at 180 euros a cab. Within a couple minutes it was down to 160. I wasn’t even trying to bargain, I just wanted to go to the other bus terminal.
We all made it to the other bus terminal in Athens, safe and sound. The bus terminal itself was gross. It was the first time I had to go to the bathroom over a hole and pay for toilet paper. The whole levitation thing doesn’t work out so well when your legs are sore from hiking.
On the last bus to Nafplion, everyone was asking me random questions. The bus would make a stop and I would get asked, “Is this our stop?” Or, “Does our hotel have free internet?” “How long is the bus ride?” That’s about when my nickname finally came about. They tossed around ‘Tom Tom’, ‘Info’, and ‘411’. Info was thrown out because someone thought they were calling me ‘Nympho’. Those don’t quite have the same meaning. Some people didn’t like ‘Tom Tom’ because it is very masculine. I kinda liked ‘Tom Tom’. But, the name that’s sticking is ‘411’. I love the sound of it in Greek, but I’m sure the group will only say it in English. “τετρακόσιες έντεκα” (tetrakósies énteka phonetically)
Arriving in Nafplion, everyone turned to me, “Wheres the hotel?” I managed to lead us straight uphill to it, not to mention the 4 flights of stairs. Remember, no elevators, this is Greece! Arriving at our hotel, the manager was very enthusiastic to show us our rooms. He gave us 4 rooms for the price of 3. Every room we entered was better and better. Because every thing was uphill, turning around once you reached the top, was breath taking. The view captures the town of Nafplion and the ocean. AH! Love!
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.