This time, our hostel was located in a very different part of town. Our pace quickened as we realized that we were in a sketchy district of Athens. There were people on the street coughing, prostitutes chatting with potential clients, and we even passed a group of people who were injecting themselves with drugs (we saw the syringes on the ground the next day).
The only picture that I have from our rendezvous in Athens is one of Sarah asleep in the airport (with Blanket, courtesy of our Santorini hostel).
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