Cuttlefish... Isn't that what tried to kill Captain Nemo?

Don't order the cuttlefish.

If I were to write a guide to Athens, this would be the opening line. 24 hours later and an equal amount of trips to the toilet, or after the 8th, just using the wastebin in the hotel bed, I had learned a valuable lesson about cuttlefish.

I decided, at that point, that the Greeks are a bad people and that when I am in charge of the world I am going to take the Acropolis and move it to Turkey out of spite. "It can't be done", you say, ever been to the Parthenon in Berlin? Admittedly, the Nazis had a determination in spirit that is hard to replicate.

The doctor was called, my bottom was injected and I was informed by the doctor that Exarchia is generally to be avoided on the grounds that it is "no good". I disagree, it is still an awesome neighbourhood but Barba Yanni's is on my shit (and puke) list from now on.

An interesting aside, I have read that at least a third of the population in Greece work for the government, so that is pretty big, right? Well, after informing my doctor of the offending restaraunt I assumed that one third of Greece would be investigating this environmental hazard and shutting the place down, in fact when the doctor asked me where I had eaten the cuttlefish, I assumed it was to report it and get the wheels put in motion to bring the owners to justice. Turns out she was just making conversation. Most disappointing.

So my trip to Athens was mostly disastrous, spent finding the hotel, which involved wandering through the district that had (I hope) the most hookers per non-hooker resident in Athens, and I am sure the ugliest, staying in the hotel afraid to leave due to hookers and only going to one restaraunt, as described and then on the train back to the airport. The train was airconditioned though - and more spacious, and cheaper than the tube, so I had begun to forgive the Greeks.