Was looking through some old stuff yesterday and found a few slips of paper from some of the old little memories from Athens in the ole days.
living as we did in the mmiddle of such an inhuman landscape we yearned for the feel of earth on our feet.
We rarely gpot to go out en masse but this time, pre season, Manolis excelled himself.
It was evening in Oinoi train station, an hour’s north of Athens and a dark and isolated place. We were the only lights for many miles around and we were gathered there waiting on a train. The only thing really to do in the station was to eat and drink. and we did.
In a very sheltered and hidden street was a bar, a rather ordinary bar, but one I remember well. It was here that faux weddings were the norm, where I danced with the most exotic sounding women I have ever heard of, Loekie Leplaar, Saija Haivalla and Gunilla Fragoulis. The bar was close to the [...]
Somehow, come the end of many an evening Julie and I would find ourselves in a Souvlatsidiko on Patission Street, we used to order a couple of souvlaki pittas with tzatziki and beers and sit on the white marble steps outside as the sun threatened to rise. I dont know what the bar was called, [...]
Running trains meant an ever vigilant presence on any incoming trains to Athens. One of the busiest ( as it linked up with a Brindisi – Patras ferry – was the 309 this came into Eleusina at around 4pm each day, though it was, like most trains, late often as not. Trouble is that there was [...]
Of course the busy port of Piraeus did not escape our attention. I often had to catch the early bus from Omonia to the port and wait for the early morning ferries to come our way.
Opposite of where we worked was a very narrow, yet deep bar called Zippi Zappa. It was run by two smiling fellows,:Stavros and Michalis. We, Andy, Ian and I, often wandered in there at some stage of the evening for B52′s or Tequila Slammers. The place always had a good vibe.
here in fading light I learnt a lot, I sat with Tim and Larry as distant lights lit up tracts of track towards us. I sat with many friends : Ahmed, Candia, Dave, Kenny, Thomas, Bea, Hannes, Lars, Patrick and others- so many others, as diesel trains made their way through the night to us, [...]