Day 8

Understanding that this was the last time we would be in Athens for a while, we decided to try to take in the last must see attraction that we missed - the archeological museum. As modern and refreshing as the New Acropolis museum was, this was not. It was hot, it was stuffy, it was overcrowded with everything in Greece that they could not find another place for(except for everything Lord Elgin stole for England) , pretty much everything that I hate in a museum. The one redeeming quality was that it was protected by the incredible hulk, making sure that no one skipped out on paying the 6 Euro fee. I did not like him angry.  


Not pictured: Hulk ravaging the city

 As we were walking through the exhibit featuring the burial items of the ancient Mycenaeans, it dawned on me: archeologists are basically glorified grave robbers. The entire exhibit consisted of burial masks, burial swords, golden chalices, jewelry, dolls, and finally, a sarcophagus. Basically, they came across some poor guy’s grave, stole all of his toys, and tossed out the skeleton. A little bit off-putting when you think about it. After about 2 hours of Liz learning new things and me getting yelled at by the staff for posing in front of the statues, we left and made our way to the airport. 


On left: Mycenaean ancestor of the Loser Cup 


After clearing customs, we hopped on a bus and headed for our first          destination, Windsor Castle. Wait, WHAT? That's right, surprise London detour bitches. With the 6 hour layover in London, we decided to stretch our legs a bit and do a little site-seeing.  Unfortunately, by the time we got to the castle, it was already closed to tourists, so we spent our time walking around the area and ended up at a beautiful park. We made it back with plenty of time to spare for me to play one of the video poker machines that was set up in the airport, and for Liz to sit and stare.