When they said I could get a direct bus from Corfu to Athens, I said, “What?” How do you get a direct bus from and island with no bridges? The bus takes the ferry, that’s how. The bus left 30 minutes late, which is not unusual, drove two blocks, and we all got off, which is unusual. We got off to buy ferry tickets, got back on the bus, drove another block, and we got off again to board the ferry. On the other side we got on the bus again and were on our way. Why we didn’t just catch the bus on the other side I will never know.
It was an twelve hour overnight bus with too little leg room and too many people. I was not comfortable and slept fitfully. In the middle of the night, during one of the few times I was sleeping of course, one of the tires directly under my seat blew with a loud bang. We stopped at the next rest stop and all had to get off so the bus could go find somewhere to fix the tire. I was not feeling cheery at the time, sitting on a curb, wishing I could sleep, and having no idea when the bus was coming back. It was only a half hour, thank god.
We got into Athens and I found the center city bus that went to within a few blocks of the metro, took the metro, and walked to the few more blocks to the hostel. It was seven in the morning and too early to check-in and they were not sure there was a vacancy yet. I was thankful that it was a relaxed hostel; they said to have the free breakfast and crash on a couch until they could find me a room.
