Tales From The Throne – Part 2: Athens, Greece
- The following blog post contains scenes that are graphic in nature and may not be suitable for children. Reader discretion is advised
After leaving Cappadocia, (Tales From The Throne – Part 1) transferring through Istanbul and arriving in Athens, I’ve been on edge.
Quick recap: After eating some shady kabob in Cappadocia I’ve been dealing with diarrhea and I can not seem to calm my stomach down.
I purchased some diarrhea pills from a pharmacy in the Istanbul airport and its sort of keeping everything at bay.
Tales From The Throne
The Return Of The Killer Kebab
Mountains & Molehills
On day one, I was doing a bit better, I wasn’t totally in the clear but I was using the washroom a bit less. As we explored the city I kept mental notes of where the nearest washrooms where should I need to double back. This worked out fine and when I needed to use a washroom I was able to find one.
But let me tell you, Tatiana wasn’t lying. Every washroom in Athens had a wastebasket with a lid beside the toilet bowl.
By day two, I was definitely using the washroom less, so we decided to take a chance and head up to St. George Church on the top of Mount Lycabettus which overlooks the Acropolis. After some stunning pictures, we rode the funicular back to its starting point and made our way back down the rest of the hill. That’s when nature decided to call and leave me a message informing me that the killer kabob is trying to make a comeback.
Shit (pun intended).
We are in the middle of a residential area. Quickly I scanned for a cafe and noticed a restaurant down the street. We raced over there and saw a big closed sign.
Damn you and your siesta hours, now I really need to go.
I looked down another street and saw a park with a little bushy area. I looked at Gordana and she looked at me and we both knew instantly what I needed to do.
I entered the park, in the middle of the residential area and crawled through to the middle of the bushes.
Nervously, I squatted and went to the washroom. Goga (Gordana), reassured me that she was keeping a lookout.
Reassured? I felt not. I mean, if someone comes strolling through the park, what is she really going do and how am I really going to just stop? As Murphy’s Law would have it, two old ladies came strolling by talking and walking really…really…really slow. And if that wasn’t bad enough they decided to stop and talk, literally a few meters from where I was violating their beloved park.
I held my position.
Finally, they decided to continue their walking and talking. I cleaned up and flew out of the bush…
- Things can get messy. Always carry baby wipes, kleenex, hand sanitizer, and hand cream. I literally just bought my satchel when I was in Istanbul (prior to Athens) and knowing that I wasn’t 100% in the clear I made sure it was stocked with everything I needed for any washroom emergencies.
- Also when you gotta go, you gotta go…
Visit my post What To Do In Athens In 2 Days for some great Itinerary ideas for your Athens trip.
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