Holy moly. Walking in Athens and jumping off cliffs into the Aegean see. I'm sure I'm going to find a relic like Jesus's hat I'm sure. Under every rock is a 5000 year old temple. I took acid. No pot so wtf? NOBODY smokes here. Not kidding. I flew clean for once (international jail just too much for this old head) and really regretting it. No thc for me for three days so far and 4 more to go. Just riding myself over with cocaine molly acid and vodak
Dunno but I'm freakin homesick. Miss my kids. Can't adjust to food. Ready to get the fuck home. Really would love to smoke a joint.
Ok tomorrow begins my trip home. Here's the breakdown- ferry to Paros, cab to landing strip, flight to Athens. Break overnight to see acropolis Parthenon etc. Tuesday morning flight to Philadelphia then to laguardia. But my car is in Newburgh so I gotta take a train or two up to newburg then cab from train station to airport. Then I can smoke a bowl. Finally. lol that's all I'm thinking about. I did manage to find some weed. One of the photographers had a pin joint of something that vaguely smelled like pot. Not good. Maybe in Athens. Highlights so far were the bar fight we almost got in the first night here when one of my friends hit on some dudes girlfriend and he was an asshole about it and we weren't feeling too tolerant after drinking all night. Tragedy narrowly averted. Charter boat to cliffs and water caves for some cliff jumping. Another friend was snorkeling around the cliff and found a 2 carat diamond. Prob not real but cool find anyway. Oh btw one of the gang is Mary Jane from high times. She's awesome babysat me all night while I was peaking on another tab. She brought mints which were buried under the acid so the ten I ate didn't really scratch that itch. Passed out at 6am. Was unconscious until 2 pm. Feeling pretty queasy. Still have that internal shake thing going on. If I lived here I'd be dead in a year.
Finally home. The last little bit - cleared customs with no issues, landed at laguardia at 7:30 PM, got luggage w/o incident. Was super confusing getting a metro card, then city bus ticket to get to a subway station, then the A train down the west side to port authority. I literally ran but missed the 8:45 bus north by one or two minutes. Next bus was 10:45. This after literally being on the move since monday at 9 AM Greek time. I was starving and craving mcdonalds so I hit that up, then had a few shots of jack at a bar on 7th ave. I almost forget where my bus gate was, panicked, but was rescued by the NYPD who kindly showed me where to go (no sarcasm). I get on the bus and make it to my stop at 12:30 AM. An elderly blind man got off at the same stop and I was trying to help us get cabs, which was weird because apparently the cabbies there all know him and no one wanted to help him. Finally I took off, then realized I had left the luggage I had dragged all over the five fucking burroughs on the bus. I was so defeated I almost just said fuck it, but the cabbie was like - "what? you left your suitcase on the bus? No problemo bro we'll catch him" and floored it. We did. Fucking god bless that amazing cab driver. Get to truck. Smoked a bowl! Talked to myself the whole two hour ride home, through the fog no less. It is a minor miracle that I didn't wrack up because I was hallucinating, had NO reflexes, I mean none, working with heavy reaction delay to visual input. Most of which was not real. Like "why is that dude swatting the air around his head? No bees!" Greeks are not the warmest of peoples. Most of the locals seem sick of the tourists, kinda like on cape cod. Kept saying "can't sleep on that bench, on that floor" etc. I would sit there confounded thinking allright allright, don't need to get pushy. Very glad to be home. As they say in Greece, yammas!
If I were to do it again I would change a few things. I'd rent a car or motorcycle for $150 for the week instead of spending $600+ on cabs. I spent a shit ton of cash on cabs. Such a waste. And I'd mail myself an elbow ahead of time. Do more research on the laws, etc. May be a biz op there somewhere. I have a feeling I will be back. Another friend got sweet on another Greek goddess.
In all honesty I saw more gorgeous women in the two hours I was in midtown than the whole week in greece. The women in greece all seem to think they are hot, but most are not. The hot ones were all hanging off the arm of some big swarthy greek meathead wearing a golf shirt with the collar turned up. The resort where the wedding was held is for sale. Loose talk of forming a consortium to buy it. I doubt it makes much money - we are just looking for an excuse to go back again and again. I meself would love to find another distribution channel for my product line. Lots to learn though. Lots of risk to mitigate. I missed my kids and wife. Got homesick. I need a greek girlfriend like i need a hole in the head.
I did a private placement once for a cat who had a small casino in Greece. Had is the key word. Said doing business there as an American was corrupt as fuck (and for a casino guy to say that it's gotta be pretty corrupt.) So guessing a pudgy old guy with dirty fingernails wouldn't have much chance huh? Takes Greece off my sex tour list I guess.......