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Seems we are the only guests in the hotel. We started with a breakfast that seemed to be served on a child’s toy dinner set. Everything in miniature. Very cute.  Somehow I managed to get my cheese to vault  into my coffee and it was a good job I managed to fish it out quick, or I would have had coffee fondue.

We headed straight to the tourist info, where the very charming woman gave us great guidebooks and on asking what to do in Athens in the rain, said museums would be a good bet. What she didn’t mention was the fact that all the museums and sites shut at 3pm. Had we known, we would not have ambled around, but headed straight to the National Archeological museum, which was on my must-do list. The amble around took us to the Temple of the Olympian Zeus, when it started to rain a bit more heavily. On leaving the site it abated a bit, so we walked through the national gardens and came across an army unit practicing marching. They have a very strange march here, more ministry of funny walks than German goose stepping. They were a bit uncoordinated as a group too. I would have loved to have seen someone turn on a ghetto blaster and play Gloria Gaynor’s ‘I will survive’ alongside them and see what happened.

On the way to the metro station, we actually managed to walk up to the parliament (the line of riot police has gone) and see the traditionally dressed guards, complete with bobble shoes, tights and tassle hat. Like the British palace guards, they have to stand completely still, not smile and certainly not talk to anyone. I’m sure they recruit them straight off the Ramblas in Barcelona, and if not, that’s where they probably go to when they retire from the army, to become living statues. We got on the metro and changed after one stop (as recommended by the lovely tourist info woman), only to find that the line we were trying to use (and the station we needed to get off at) has been closed for improvements since last August. She forgot to mention that. Once above ground, the buses were being delayed by some sort of street party, so we gave up and decided to go to the party and just forget the museum.

There was a band playing, people dancing in the street and another group of people joining a long queue onto a raised area above the square. We had a look around the market (lots of skinned sheep’s heads, pigs feet and fish) and then found a place to have gyros (a type of kebab). We were lucky, just as we sat down the rain intensified and after 10 minutes even the band had to make a run for it. Above us the queue steadily got longer, despite people getting drenched, but marshals were letting a few people at a time progress. Once a  TV crew arrived we couldn’t contain our nosiness any longer and went to see what was going on. To our surprise and shock, it was a soup kitchen, giving out hot meals and wine. But it wasn’t just homeless people in the queue, it was just ordinary citizens. I hope that if it becomes the norm that countries in Europe need soup kitchens to feed their people, that these are set up in financial districts so that the w/bankers can see what they have done to people. Not that I think they give a shit – they’re too busy counting this year’s bonuses.

By this time it was 1pm, and we decided that if we’re going to see most of what we want to before 3pm each day, we need actually go into some archaeological sites. The Library of Hadrian was the first, followed by the site of the Agora, which was the public meeting place in both ancient Greek and Roman times. The site contains the Temple of Hephaestus, claimed to be the best preserved temple in the Greek world. The whole site is fascinating. Once it started raining heavily again we went into the on-site museum which was organised chronologically from 700 BC to the Roman era and beyond. Most of the exhibits are from burial chambers, so intact. We saw not only jars, vases and jewellery, but every day items like a child’s potty from 350 BC, mobile cooking devices and a grill. Clever people the ancient Greeks and Romans. Unfortunately, we were turfed out of the museum at 2.40pm, so they could clear the site and close up at 3pm.

The area we were in contained the Athens flea market, which is actually mostly a funky shopping area, quite like the  Brighton Lanes. We ended up in what seemed like the biggest bead shop ever. It had every kind of jewellery accessory imaginable and the most amazing collection of carabiners – shaped as cars, hearts, candles – you name it. I wouldn’t have risked my life hanging off any one of them though. They also had the biggest collection of hair grips, key rings and bracelets. The other shop we ended up in was a carnival/fancy dress shop, where we amused each other trying out crazy sunglasses. A bit more ambling and but it started pouring in earnest and we headed back to the hotel before dinner. Having looked at a forecast, this might turn out to be our worst weather holiday ever. Oh dear…

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We got up reasonably early and looked at the internet for some directions to the hotel in Athens and spotted some of the comments about the area. People mentioned ‘slum’, ‘scary’ and ‘unsuitable for walking around in the evening’. A bit of further investigation had us cancel the hotel and re-book in a nicer and more central part. In fact, just round the corner from Parliament.

Our plane was only slightly delayed and we got to Athens airport without a hitch. We were about to go to the bus stop when we found out that the strike was a public worker strike – so no busses or metro trains. Our only option getting to the city centre was a 40 euro taxi ride. It made sense to us to try and find some people to share with, but finding people proved more difficult. In the end we shared with a Chinese couple who, when I spoke English to them, asked me if I spoke Spanish. A bit bizarre.

We got into a nice plush Merc and sped off to Athens. The taxi driver spoke excellent English and our new Chinese friend said to us (in Spanish) ‘Let’s talk Spanish, so he doesn’t know what we say’. We agreed and 5 minutes later the taxi driver explained to the Chinese couple in very good Spanish how to get to their hotel. He has a Peruvian girlfriend. His English is so good because he had an attractive teacher. It was the only classes he paid attention in!

He was really nice and went to the trouble of phoning our hotel, whilst punching in details into the satnav (all this while still on the motorway), to make sure he could get us there. He also got onto the radio to other taxi drivers to check if it was actually possible to get to our hotel – the demonstration which accompanied the strike was in front of parliament, so the roads would probably be closed. We got through in the end, but as soon as we saw the riot police, protesters and burning pyres, our driver panicked. Apparently, if you’re in a skoda taxi you’re ok, but a Merc will often be attacked by anti-crisis protesters. We offered to get out and walk, but we wouldn’t hear of it. He got us to our hotel, but checked with his colleagues by radio – the Chinese couple would not be able to get to their hotel, all the roads were blocked. He advised them to eat something and in two or three hours take a taxi. They are staying in the area we had been planning to and he was most insitent that they take a taxi. So glad we changed our location!

So after dumping our stuff we decided to have a walk around and see what all the demo was about – from a distance. It was all basically over, and the fire brigade had extinguished the fires, but seeing about 300 or 400 riot police, in full battle gear, lining the streets was a bit intimidating. Seeing many of them still in gas masks should have given us a clue… shortly after our eyes started watering from the residual gas in the air. I wanted to take some pictures but a stern look and headshake from one of the cops with mace spray and a machine gun had me meekly returning the camera to my pocket. You see a brief video and news report here.

Since the excitement was basically over, we ambled through the Plaka district and had dinner. Now an early night to be ready for a full day of tourism tomorrow.

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Another strong wind forecast for today. Winds of 25m/s (90km/h) in the mountains and 35m/s (125m/s) at the two extremes of the country. At the central coast (and possibly Santa Brigida) they were giving SE, light and variable. It seems a bit weird to me that you could have howling winds coming down from the mountains that just peter out when they hit the lower slopes, but hey, what do I know? In the end, it was cloudy with massive wave bars, so it really didn’t inspire us to even try to fly.

We also have some stuff to do before we depart tomorrow on our spontaneous trip to Athens. We were busy discussing what to take when Geoff got an email to inform us of a planned strike at Greek airports tomorrow. At the moment our flight is delayed (bonus – means we can get up at 8am, rather than 6am), but it means that we could be stuck at the airport for a while. We could be like those people you see on telly at Heathrow airport when BA decides to strike. Either way, it will be an adventure.

Just after mid-day we got a text from my parents, who were on their way back from their trip from Ireland, asking us if we fancied going out for lunch. Since we won’t see them again until next week (and haven’t actually seen them properly since before the conference), we gladly accepted their offer and got to try out La Veranda in Olot for the first time. Lovely building and nice dinner!

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The weather today looked a bit messy. Clear in the morning and then clouding over, then clearing again in the evening. Snow/rain only in the west of the country (Catalonia, that is). To be fair, I hadn’t looked at the synoptic charts, and in retospect, if I had done, I would have seen the big warm front passing through and dismissed the forecast.

With the wind increasing, I thought it would be a good idea to go for a walk and instead of using our passes to go skiing at Nuria, we decided to get a free ride in the mountain train and then walk back down. It’s a stiff walk with a 700m height difference, so a bit like walking down Snowdon via the Pyg path.

We had work to do this morning, but left the house in what seemed like a summer’s day. Blue, little cumulus popping off and warm. The satnav said we would only just make it to the train in Queralbs, so Geoff put his foot down and we got there with 8 minutes to spare. Nuria is only accessible by rack and pinion railway – no cars up there. There has been a religious building of some sort since the 6th century, but now there is a horrible grey concrete block there. Completely not in keeping with its surroundings and not in the local style at all. The sun had completely gone at this point with high cloud coming in, but it wasn’t clagged in. We had a quick coffee and then set off down the path. The first way marker said it was 2 hours 25 minutes to Queralbs, so we decided to amble. I had assumed that most of the snow on the path would either have melted or have been turned to slush by walkers over the weekend, but I was very wrong. What wasn’t snow had been trodden to ice and we were both glad I had brought my walking sticks. We took one each and needed them when slipping along the narrow icy paths with big drops next to us.

The snow line also went a lot lower than I thought, so we walked down very slowly. We had been walking about an hour when we spotted the next distance marker, which said Queralbs 2 hours 25 minutes. Ok… A good way along, we stopped for a picnic and realised that it was 16.20pm and the cloud was dropping down the mountain sides. Time to get a move on! The distance markers kept giving us ridiculous walking times, which seemed to randomly make our destination seem just round the corner or unreachably far away. Forty-five minutes from Queralbs it started spitting and we really started walking seriously. We got there to find most of the bars and restaurants closed but one open to serve us a well deserved beer after 4 hours of walking.

We got to the car and it was pissing down and continued to do so all the way to Castellfollit. Thanks for the heads up, Meteocat!

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Geoff writes: we were a bit tired after the excitement of the beach yesterday, so spent the day chilling out, doing a tiny bit of work, and in the evening catching up on the wine and food we missed yesterday.

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Geoff writes: the cloud was forecast to come in quite early and shut off any activity, so we decided on an early day at the beach, then back to do some work. In fact, the cloud came in late, and people were flying much of the afternoon at San Pere. Still, we had an interesting, if somewhat tiring, day at Roses, one way and another.

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Geoff writes: back home after the skiing trip, we decided to have an afternoon flying, after doing some work in the morning. Warm, sunny, south west and nice cumulus. We met up with Oriol to go up Bellmunt, quite optimistic about the condition, and hoping that maybe the thermals would be high enough, or there would be convergence, so we could cross the (small, 1500m) mountains to get to Olot. Judith has done this before, I never have.

I was first to launch, and struggled to stay up, managing to soar on the lower ridge, going up and down a few hundred feet. Judith, then Oriol, then others who had turned up, also launched. It was a real struggle even to get back above launch height. Judith landed first, then I gave up and went down after about 40 minutes. The others flew for a bit longer, but it never got any better. A surprisingly poor day, given the sky looked so great. Probably this was due to another inversion, we are plagued with them at the moment. Though having said that, it was soarable most of the day, and as we were leaving about 5.00pm, a latecomer was still on the ridge, maintaining.

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