Airport

We drove down to Gatwick for an afternoon flight to Athens and for once we were so well entertained by browsing the posh shops and having lunch at Nando's that all the usual boredom of waiting around managed to get subsumed by the pre-holiday excitement. That said, we were all pretty knackered by the time our cab dropped us off at our Hotel (a Best Western at the back of the Archeological Museum) and couldn't be bothered to go out and look for food, so Tom and I went out alone to search out some spinakopita and scope our surroundings - a studenty neighbourhood that on first acquaintance seems to be typified by groups of loitering youths, the pungent whiff of ganja and absolutely acres of graffiti.