The Adventure

Ancient Athens

After departing Crete, we flew back to Athens and checked into the Athenaeum InterContinental Hotel on the city fringe. Marlee had her own room down the hall while the family stayed in a 2 bedroom corner suite.

With only 48 hours to explore the gigantic city, James decided to book a private driver for the day who would ferry us between the major attractions. Being September in Athens, it was so unbearably hot. We started out early and headed straight to the Acropolis. The sun was already beaming down on us as we hiked up the slippery path to the top of the ruins. Dear lord, the crowds were unbelievable. You know them, the typical tour bus tourists. Pushy, impatient, rude and ruthless. The kids were so well behaved considering the hot conditions and asked many questions about the different ruins and temples that we saw.

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Our driver picked us up 2 hours later and we cooled down in the air con while on route to the Panathenaic Stadium which hosted the first modern Olympic Games in 1896. The entire stadium is built of marble and Abi ran 2 laps on the track, in awe that the first modern Olympic athletes ran there over 100 years ago. James could barely keep up with her too!

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After driving around the city seeing various buildings of Parliament and distinction, the kids were well and truly ready for some quiet time so we headed back to the hotel to freshen up then made our way to an authentic Greek taverna for our last meal in Greece. When we arrived, we were the only ones in the restaurant which is kinda cool but kinda risky. But the food was fresh, the hosts were friendly so there were no complaints.

The next morning as the sun rose, we piled into our transfer and headed to the airport. We shared huge mugs of coffee at the airport with Marlee as she was about to embark on her journey home to Sydney for the funeral. The kids were very sad to see her leave and Abi cried tears as we went to separate gates in the terminal.


We jumped on a short flight bound for Prague, land of the Czech beer, clocks, puppets and the infamous Prague Castle.

Until then,


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