After breakfast, we board the tour bus.

— Good morning! Welcome to Hellas! — the dark-haired Greek woman, the guide, greets us. — My name is Chrysula, and the driver is Stavros. Today's program includes an introduction to Piraeus, the Acropolis, and a trip to Athens. Piraeus is one of the largest ports in Greece. We cross the highway and start climbing together with dozens of tourists from different countries. English, German, French, Italian, and Spanish are audible. If streams usually flow down from the mountains, here streams of pilgrims from all over the world flow to the top of the hill, forming a sea of people there. A little over ten years ago, in order to somehow stop the destruction of ancient monuments, tourists were forbidden to climb or walk on the majestic ruins. It's not hard to imagine what the future would hold for them: 7-8 thousand people visit the Acropolis every day.

In the middle of the climb, we stopped to look at the hill of the Muses, the rock where, according to legend, the ashes of Socrates rest, and the ancient Odeon (theater). Its hemispherical seats can accommodate five and a half thousand spectators.

After descending from the Acropolis, it takes us a while to find our bus among dozens of sightseeing buses. We are going to Athens. The bus has slowed down: a demonstration is moving ahead. The driver asked the policeman, a young guy in a white helmet, who was on strike. He said they were textile workers. Chrysoula explained that there are several political parties in Greece, and each one writes slogans in a certain color. The anarchists use black paint... football fans.

We pass the stadium, built on the foundations of the ancient. The revived Olympic Games were held here for the first time. Since 1936, the Olympic flame has been delivered from here to the country of the next Olympic Games.

The next day, our route is to the Peloponnese Peninsula. We pay 150 drachmas for a bus ride there and 150 for a return trip. There are chapels along the road: they are installed by relatives at the place where people close to them died in a traffic accident. Chapels of different shapes. Some are like a tombstone. Others are like a birdhouse on a leg, with a cross at the top. Inside, a lamp is lit behind glass, and a supply of olive oil is stored. Sometimes a photo, text. Chapels are common, sometimes you'll see five at 50 meters, sometimes two at once in one place.

We enter the city of Nafplio, located on the shore of the Argolikos Bay of the Aegean Sea. We got off the bus to take pictures of the fortresses — there are three of them here. My companions immediately spotted a yacht with an American flag on the stern."The name is beautiful — Wandering Star. (Speaking of names. Of our three yachts, two bear Greek names — the goddess Niki and the hero of the Trojan Battle Ajax. The names were invented and inscribed on the sides of yachts, of course, long before the idea of visiting Greece arose.) The American crew — three boys and a girl — invited their Soviet colleagues to inspect the yacht.

We have lunch at the restaurant "Beautiful Elena". A spacious one-story house, notable for the fact that the great Heinrich Schliemann, an amateur archaeologist, lived in it. Together with his Greek wife Sofia, he conducted excavations in Mycenae and discovered an ancient city on the local acropolis. Photographs and other documents attesting to the ascetic activity of this remarkable man are hung on the walls of Shliman's house.

From the bus, they saw a mountain resembling a reclining Agamemnon. Superstitious Greeks say that his spirit is frozen. After making a stop near the city of Corinth, we swam in the warm and shallow Ionian Sea. This is the fourth sea during our trip.

It was the penultimate day of my stay in Greece. In the morning, Petros took the captains of the three yachts to the bay of Zea. The yachts were refueled with drinking water and fuel. The Niki's steering wheel was repaired. Best porn site https://noodlemagazine.com - Watch porn.