Monday 12 May 2014

Before I seated myself in the Jet Airways flight from Geneve Airport and stretched my eyes towards the monotone of the clouds, I had little time to feel the excitement in my heart . I have booked the hotels in perfect locations, taken the routes of the buses, and maps of direction from Google. I have spent days planning so that our vacation be as smooth and trouble free as possible, at least if the luck factor doesn't intervene adversely. Now, it was time to forget everyone around me and delve deep for few moments into the colorful old world of myths and legends, dramatists and philosophers, kings and soldiers that I was traveling to. I took a deep breath as the images from history and stories crowded in my mind, images of Oedipus, Socrates, Homer, Sophocles, Aeschylus, Odysseus, Hercules, Alexander, Minos, Agammemnon and Clytemnestra, the lotus eaters, the Minotaur and Medusa...

The flight was short. We reached Athens in time. Outside the airport we took the Airport shuttle bus X96. Our hotel was very near the Cruise Terminal A from where the Louis Cruises left. We would have to get down from this shuttle bus near the port and take another bus to reach the hotel. Now, we could have taken a taxi. But I didn't want to be fooled by local taxi driver tricks and most of all I love to use the public transport system to get the real feel of the place. The only problem was that in Greece almost everything is written in Greek. And Greek is as Greek to me as it is to you!!
 Yet, I had managed to remember how the name of the stop looks like. It was like remembering signs and relating them with our known signs, the English alphabet. After traveling for a little while through the busy city, which seemed almost like any other except that the signs and words were in Greek, the bus took a most beautiful route beside the Aegean sea. On one side were the hotels, resorts and business centers and on the other was  a beautiful road decorated with palm trees beyond which the sea stretched to the horizon. Although some signs, names and directions were in English also, the bus stops were all in Greek only. We, however, successfully managed to get down at the stop with a little help from the driver. It was the most busy place in Piraeus, the ancient port of Athens. The metro was just beside and in front many small cruises and ferries were leaving from the Aegean.
Aegean sea, The Port of Piraeus
When we were on top of the over-bridge to cross the road for our next bus, I paused for a moment. I wanted to relish the first glimpse of the blue Aegean sea. I remembered the "eternal note of sadness" that Mathew Arnold wrote about
" Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought..."
And I too felt a pang in my heart which I often feel when I confront a thing of immense beauty...

1 comment:

  1. Hi Pinkali..

    Just thought of appreciating the way you write . I feel so alive for the moment as if I am in the place when
    you write your experiences. Way to go girl. ...keep writing and enthralling us with your travelling experiences.

    From a travelling buff. .

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