Previously… in A for Athens: you’ve napped, you’ve snacked, you’ve bar crawled around the back streets of Ermou and now you’re checking out the infamous Syntagma Square. You’re wondering where to go next. Well, this massively depends on the season. Most of the well-known clubs in Athens tend to move towards the beach in the summer and these locations could change from one year to the next (Athenian nightlife keeping you on your toes there!). So this is to say that these suggestions are not full proof and you should probably have one final look at TripAdvisor and the places’ websites before you get there and find a ‘See you in September’ sort of sign…
So where were we? You were hanging out around the centre of Athens and it’s probably late afternoon – depending how many of the previous tips you followed (and how much time you spent at the Acropolis or the markets!). What next? Here it goes. Food-wise, feel free to tweak the suggested itinerary based on your pangs but try not to skip any of it for the full effect. Continue reading A for Athens, part two
Dear Sticky Notes reader,
I know it’s been a while since my last post and also a while since I last made this a regular thing. Forgive me for that as my FOMO has kept me running around enough to lose track of my writing. A few amongst you urged me to get back into it and I ashamedly agreed I should do without actually doing anything about it. It’s not that I just procrastinated (although I did finish Breaking Bad, OITNB and have almost managed to re-watch 9 seasons of the X-Files, any minute now!).
It’s just that so many things happened in a short space of time and I needed time to process and distil them into something I can take a sip of that doesn’t make me drunk and crazy like absinthe. Maybe one day I can tell you all about it.
If you’re wondering what’s been going on in my life, I can give you the gist of it: Continue reading Me make comeback one day
As I read about the election results in my troubled hometown, my feelings are mixed. I struggle to remember who I voted for the last time round but this memory eludes me at this moment. Perhaps it’s been suppressed by the feeling of disappointment I was experiencing a bit before I left. My once beloved Athens was beginning to feel like a place I didn’t long to be in. It was time to go.