Visiting Dr. Zeus – An Adventure in Athens.

Athens: the birthplace of Greek Salad, the stomping ground of Hercules and the humble home of Ouzo. With so many fruits to offer the tourists and the world, I really have no idea why people give good old “Athina” such a bad rap.

Most travellers seem to pry away from the Greek Capital following talks of it being “too dirty”, or “depressing” as a result of the country’s financial crisis. But honestly, take a trip (if possible) and decide for yourself.

I personally love a good Athens session, here’s why!

Greek Yoghurt, everywhere.

Sure Frozen Yoghurt bars have taken over like a bad rash here in Melbourne, but it really can’t compete with the fresh, Greek style.

Some of us spend years, if not a lifetime trying to discover the “best” yoghurt, and those lucky little Greeks are fed it from birth. I may not ever come across such fresh from the pot, creamy, delicate, enveloping, porcelain white goodness, but I can die happy knowing that I did enjoy a few cups, topped with some outrageous honey and a few pistachios just for fun. If you are lucky enough to find yourself craving this treat in Athens, you just have to check out Fresko Yoghurt Bar! So good!

Image by @lmb_notherone via Instagram.

Image by @lmb_notherone via Instagram.

Soccer – Gate 7 Style.

If possible, find locals, become best mates and convince them to take you to a soccer game.

I thought my dad’s friends were a bit fanatic when it came to the AFL grand final, but a glimpse of Grecian Soccer within the renown Gate 7 area of utmost fanatical soccer-goers, puts even the Collingwood die-hards to shame.

I’m talking 3 hours of endless chants, flares and fireworks. My ears are still ringing, but I like it. 

 

Gate 7 Fanaticism. Image by tasosmikronis via Instagram.

Image by tasosmikronis via Instagram.

Flea Markets.

Minus the fleas. It’s always fun meandering through trinkets and bobbits and do-whats-its. Embrace it and buy something for your mum while you’re at it, she’ll love it.

Image by cartoulespress via Instagram.

Image by cartoulespress via Instagram.

History, everywhere.

Places like the Acropolis are older than your grandma’s, grandma’s great grandma! Pretty impressive right?

Image by zmurphman369 via Instagram.

Image by zmurphman369 via Instagram.

No skimping on the feta!

If the menu says it has feta, you better believe it, and you better like feta, because there is going to be a lot of it.

Don’t be shy, be the feta, love the feta.

Image by frederixz via Instagram.

Image by frederixz via Instagram.

Bar-licious.

I never would have picked it, but Athens has some of the coolest bars, in.the.world!

I’m talking art gallery drinking spots in old warehouses (The Art Foundation) and 75 flavour liqueur tasting houses (Brettos), and of course, we can’t forget a memorable rooftop – there’s plenty around with killer views!

Image via flickr.com.

Brettos. Image via flickr.com.

The Art Foundation. Image by Kosta R. via Four Square.

The Art Foundation.
Image by Kosta R. via Four Square.

This icy-pole.

Hands down the best thing I have ever tasted. Or maybe it was the 30C weather which made it taste so good. Either way, I vividly remember a party in my mouth!

Image by @catfishsoup via We Heart It.

Image by @catfishsoup via We Heart It.

Yamas!

That’s how you say ‘cheers’ in Greek. Fun fact.

Image by @vinooAF92 via We Heart It.

Image by @vinooAF92 via We Heart It.

I love you Athens!

Love Sheona x.

The Gyros Complex.

Santorini creepin'

Santorini creepin’

There was plate smashing, ‘Opa’ chanting, day parties and night crawls. Digestive Sambuca gulps, seafood and moussaka. There were sapphirical waters and dramatic cliffs. Red beaches and black coasts, 20 bed dorms and dual level private condos.There was delectable Greek yoghurt and even more delightful, Grecian weddings atop The Santorini caldera. There were stunning dinner views amidst the Colgate white buildings, and even better gyros picnics against a majestic sunset.

But the quintessential Greek experience – or the Gyros Complex, as we have coined it – was not complete without  Herculean party efforts to match the mythology that surrounds these Cycladic lands.

We danced bar top in Mykonos, established a beach party in ‘quiet’ Paros, took over the most famous public viewing spot for our picnic in Santorini and walked home in the daylight of an Ios Tuesday morning. All this couldn’t have been better if not suffixed with the company of a Busabout group which, within a little over a week has become part of an extended family with idealistic, and beautiful Greek roots.

We came, and we definitely conquered.

As I write this, we are mid ferry on our way back to Athens, where it all began. Our Greek Island life is over and everyone is catching up on the sleep they have neglected in spite of the legendary Ios party scene.

When we dock, all 43 of us will shoot off like fireworks in our own directions, but the memories we have made, shared (and forgotten) over the past 10 days will unit us forever.

I’ll always remember how I met you in the Summer.

Self-explanatory, that'll do donkey.

Self-explanatory, that’ll do donkey.

Mykonos mills.

Mykonos mills.

Paros strolls.

Paros strolls.

Once you go black..

Once you go black..

Magical Santorini.

Magical Santorini.

Wisdom.

Wisdom.

Fun Pub.

Fun Pub.

Paraga Beach, Mykonos.

Paraga Beach, Mykonos.

En route Paradise Beach, Mykonos.

En route Paradise Beach, Mykonos.

Viva Punda, Paros.

Viva Punda, Paros.

Skandinavian Bar, Mykonos.

Skandinavian Bar, Mykonos.