by Sarah M
Leicester, United Kingdom
August 10, 2003
I was scared to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, not only because of what state I might find the bathroom in, but also for who might be around.
When leaving the hotel with my backpacks on my back, I was pushed hard out of the way as a young man who had been arguing with the receptionist ran past me. He then turned and I thought he was going to cry -- he was literally begging the receptionist (in Greek, so I didn't understand), but I wouldn't have been surprised if the receptionist would have pulled a gun out if I hadn't been standing between them. I didn't stop to find out, but as I looked back the other guy had run off.
Oh well, another story to add to my journal and another place to miss if I come back. Not worth 15 euros a night for a single.
From journal Essential Athens