From the bus stop, I take a taxi to my apartment. It only cost 6 Euro for a 15 minute taxi through rush hour. Not bad, if I compare to home it would have been closer to 10 Euro.
Shortly after arriving at the apartment, Nicolette, the young girl who is renting it, meets me. She is super energetic, and full of smiles. A very nice welcome!
Nicolette spends a few extra minutes with me, showing me great things to see in the area and where they are on google maps.
You can see the video here.
My first 2 days I spend in my local area walking around, meeting locals and finding groceries stores. Another little adventure and you can see some of the things I bought here.
When booking this apartment I had read one negative review that said there is no hot water and at first I believed it. I had the coldest shower ever. I am now guaranteed to never have kids, it was that cold. I guess that is a good bonus, who the hell wants kids. Ewwww!
Anyways, as stubborn as I am, the next day I have another ball freezing shower. After, I think, maybe I should call Nicolette and ask her why, or is this normal.
Well, she informs me, all I need to do is turn the switch on in the breaker panel. Seriously, that’s it. Well, the breakers are not labelled, so she sends me a picture showing me which one to turn on. I turn it on, and 15 minutes later, I have smoking hot water. I quickly have another shower, and realize, I found my friend again, and he does exist. Hi, big guy! Awww, I am now completely loving this place.
Oh wait! Does this mean I might be able to have kids. Grrrr!
The next day, I head to Rios to see the bridge and go for a swim. It’s about a 15 minute bus ride into the city center, and then I take a train to Rios. I had no idea how much the train would be, but it ends up, it really cheap. 1.40 Euro each way.
One of the greatest things about traveling and not speaking the language is getting to meet people who will do anything to help you. Before I continue talking about my day, this is a great place to talk about meeting amazing people.
While getting my train ticket, the girl at the booth was very helpful and even went out of her way to explain other options and other places to see. This happens often. The one grocery store I go into, only one girl speaks a little English, and every time I walk into the store, she comes over to help me find things and translate the labels. Trust me this is helpful as I almost bought 50% cream for my cereal, and I did buy cheese in a tube, that I thought was sausage meat. Lol. Another instance was at a convinced store where the young guy asked where I was from, and after, he told me everything he knew about Canada, and asked when I can come back to talk. He helped me with directions, items in the store, and so much more. Great guy.
People like this is why I travel!
Anyways, back to my day.
The train is nice and I love trains now, ever since my journey in New Zealand going through Arthurs pass. They are comfortable, relaxing, and you get to see a lot.
20 minutes later, I am at Rio(s).
One thing I don’t understand, is Patra(s) and Rio(s) are spelled two ways in English. Sometimes with an S and sometimes not. No have idea why, but my guess is, one is how we pronounce it, and the other is the correct spelling when translated.
I head straight to the water, to see what the beach is like. I brought my ManKini just in case it is nice and it is.
I change, find a nice spot near an umbrella and walk in. The water is a tiny bit cold, but not as cold as the Black Sea. As far as I know, it is called Ionian Sea.
I spend about 20 minutes just treading water and taking in the view. The bridge is pretty cool.
I love the water, but I am not one to spend a day at the beach, I get bored very quickly. So, after an hour or so, I dry off and start walking around town.
On the other side of the bridge, I see something that looks old. This is something I must see and find out what it is.
Well, it ends up being the Fortress Of Rion that was built in 1499, with an actual mot around it. So friggn cool!
As I am walking around I start to think. Can you image how many people have been killed here? How much history is in the spot I am standing? The fort has been taken over many times in the last 500 years and is still somewhat standing.
Some pictures from inside the Fortress.
The fortress Of Rion is pretty amazing, but it is well after lunch. I head back to the beach area where I saw some patios. Would be a great place to relax and have some authentic Greek food.
I look at a few menus before I decide on this one location. My decisions was Based on the menu having pictures and the location is right on the beach.
The waitress as always is extremely helpful and answers all of my questions and gives me a suggestion to try the mix grill. It’s only 7 Euro and looks great, “You don’t have to take my word for it”. Can you guess who I am quoting? Post it, if you know!
Rio is not a big town and was able to walk around most of it in an hour or so.
The train ride back was uneventful, and from there I walked to the city center to catch the bus.
On my bus ride home, a lady misses her bus stop and decides it is the bus drivers fault. She starts aggressively arguing with him while he is trying to drive the bus. Fight on bus again! She even blocks people from getting on, basically just being a real retard. I just sit back and enjoy the show, as this is very common here in Greece. I hate to say it, but I really have gotten the impression that Greeks are a bit rude, and selfish people. I know this is generalizing, but this is definitely the impression I have seen over the last 14 days. However, the good, nice people make up for the selfish, rude, and ignorant people. And as a added bonus, the scenery is amazing.
I almost forgot about the one incident at my apartment during the 7 nights here. It seemed to happen at least once a day where someone would ring my buzzer. I would just ignore it, and after 3 or 4 rings, they would go away. I had no reason to answer it, as I know no one here.
However, the one day my buzzer rang on and off for 15 minutes. Then it stopped! 2 minutes later someone was knocking on my door. I ignored it for a few minutes, and then I went and opened the door, ready to politely ask them to leave. As I open the door, it is a crazy lady. I told her, English only, but she kept talking in Greek. I said it again, and waved goodbye. She kept talking, so I slowly closed the door as I waved goodbye.
A minute later I heard the guy next door yelling at her. I guess we had two different approaches to asking her to leave. He yelled for a good 5 minutes and not softly! This is a good example how they deal with issues, compared to us in Canada.
I just added this to my authentic, Greek experience. This is why I rented a local apartment, to truly see how the locals live and I loved it!
Something you all need to try while in Greece, is there two Greek Hard Liquors. One is called Ouzo, which tastes a lot like sambuca (Black Licorice) with an alcohol between 38 and 44%. The other is Tsipouro. This one taste like acid, and maybe like licking a 9 volt battery.
Here is a link explaining in detail what each is.
I found a shop and that actually home-brews both, and bought a small water bottle of both.
Me tasting both!
I don’t even remember drinking Ouzo that night, but the next morning I knew I had. haha. Tsipouro, I dumped out. It is too nasty to drink.
Some final pictures of my 7 night stay in Patra, Greece. Next will be back to Athens, and then onto Thailand.