On Thursday we left early for our
round of flights to Santorini. The plan was to fly from Vienna to Belgrade via
Air Serbia then from Belgrade to Athens. Sean had purchased tickets from Athens
to Santorini allowing us to arrive in Santorini around 8 and giving us a four
hour layover in Athens (3 if we knew of the time change). The funny thing about
plans is they can change in an instant. In this case this plan changed over a
couple of hours. When we arrived at Vienna airport they notified us that our
plane was delayed two hours. They assured us everything would be taken care of
and we would arrive with our plane waiting there for us. When we arrived in
Belgrade sure enough, our plan had left, but that was alright they said,
another one was leaving in an hour. We had to pick up and re-check our bags and
led to the terminal like school students. We felt assured that we would still
have an hour to pick up and re-check our bags in an hour and catch our flight
to Santorini. Upon arrival to Athens my bag came through quickly and we went up
to the terminal. At first we were walking casually until we saw the clock
reading 7:00, our flight was supposed to leave at 7:10. We never looked into
the time change and began to run to the check in counter. Sure enough, we
missed our flight. As Kyle described the moment of Sean and I’s faces it was as
if someone told us Santa Clause wasn’t real.
We went to the service counter
hoping to sort things out and change our flight, which they were willing to do
for 60 euro and leave at 10 AM the next day. Then we went to Air Serbia hoping
to get some money back and help from them since they were jackasses that messed
everything up, but they were not helping either. After telling her she was
useless I thought it was best to keep my mouth shut. As most of you know me it
is no surprise that tears started welling up. Sean and Kyle stepped in trying
to talk it all out. Finally we decided to take the ferry at 7:00 AM to
Santorini. The thought was that by doing this we would do what we originally
intended and see a lot of Greece on our way down. It wasn’t the best day of our
travels; apparently Sean does not have the best luck with traveling.
We took the bus to the port area
with the intention to stay at a hostel Sean had looked up. When we got off the
stop we were not in the best area and went to the Taxi Cab station. One
gentleman noticed we looked lost and were tourists and offered to help us out.
He charged us 10 euro to go a block and drop us off at the worst hostel I had
ever stayed at. Granted they only charged 15 euro a night and all we needed was
a place to lay our heads. After Kyle read the reviews of the hostel people
encouraged guests to not to take their shoes off. We had three twin beds placed right next to
each other with comforters we didn’t dare touch. Once we settled in and tried
out the smokey room they called a bar we decided to venture off and find some
food. We found ourselves at a little place down the street. This area was not the
safest, but people were nice. We had some gyros and I added in some feta. The
prepared it differently than I expected- with oregano and olive oil. The gyros
were delicious and I also tried a chicken kebab which was amazing. It felt good
to have some good food and friendly people around us. We headed back to our
hostel with some beers and slept enough to wake up on time the next morning. It
was quiet an adventurous day, but we made it through and were excited about
getting to Santorini!
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