Jabba the hut slid his layers of fat from behind the counter. His thick hairy carpet of an arm leaving a thick viscous trail of sweat along the dirty surface. I boarded the 78 Jabba the butt bus from Thessaloniki airport to the city centre. 70mins later my 30min journey began to worry me... Where was I? Why does everyone sound like a wookie and not understand me? 10mins later I arrived at the bus station signalling the end of the line? Oh dear time to find another bus. Fortunately this time a well spoken Greek gent took the helm.
Eventually I made it to my hostel minus a slight recovery frappe break @starbucks to escape the 35'c heat.
Hostel grade A, upon arrival served free ice cold coffee, instantly won me over. Checked in went for an explore (see funky pictures) loads of cool architecture from the past literally exploding from under the streets like a giant squid trying to reclaim supremacy.
Met some cool folks Matt(appropriate for Canada day) and Kiera (Oz) great banter and a night of Greek food with a twist and Nutella sugar rushes! Sun set walks no skinny dipping and returns for bed.
Nuit Nuit