On the way back to Athens, the bus stops in Arachova (coat town). We've been there and done that, so we (Jane, Marie, and myself), in the allotted 20 minutes, decide to "do" the famous 300 steps. Only one problem - it's at least half a mile away.

"Right", says the new tour guide, "only time to take a picture - if we hurry". "Right", says I, "we'll see about that". We speed walk to the steps, at which point Marie and I begin our ascent. I toss my smoke, and off we go. A (very long) short time later, Jane is a dot taking our picture from below. We conquer the final step together, turn, and run back down. We speed walk (read: hussle our butts) back to the bus, only to beat the tour guide by five minutes. I light a smoke and make her wait.

Hours later, we're back in Athens. It's just us now, so we go for dinner. Due to a nasty storm, we are unable to book our planned one day island cruise. It's saved us about $200, so we go for a nice dinner where they cook Jane's fish at the table.

Two hours later, my hand is numb, Jane's in bed, and the bartender stops selling me ouzo. Goodnight.