Good question.
Before we went to Nafplion, we were forced to stay another night in the hellhole disgusting hostel that Athens Backpackers is. Both of us were bitten by bed bugs AGAIN - and I was attacked even though I slept on top of my sheets in a polyester sleeping bag liner. They bit my arms - the only part of my exposed. Athens Backpakers, if you ever read this, please invest in some laundry detergent. It might stop your infestation. Oh, and please do a better job cleaning your washrooms. The celings are covered in mold, and the bathrooms are hairy.
Now don’t get me wrong, it is a hostel. But at 25 Euros per night, I expect it to be clean. I spent less than that on 2 hotels so far. Hotels, not hostels. Anyway. At least breakfast was decent - hard boiled eggs and toast… can’t go wrong with that.
I got an email the other day from Craig, and he suggested to me that I go check out Poisoden’s Temple. So Craig, for you, I didn’t. I wasn’t able to sneak past the Guards - Jesse wouldn’t let me and told me I was being disrespectful - and take a picture from inside, but I took some from outside. I hope that’s ok! It was a 2 hour bus-ride both ways, but it cool to see. We passed some spectacular beaches along the way.
After the temple, we headed back to Athens to train to Nafplion. Unfortuantly, training there didn’t work. So we trained - cabbed - and bused our way to the small town. But it was incredibly cool. The first night we ate at a brilliant resturant (best food I’ve had all trip and we wandered around the town at night. Beautiful.
In the morning we walked up 999 stairs. Yes, 999 stairs (good thing I am the stairmaster: level 13, 50 minutes, no hands - beat that!). The castle at the top was awesome, and it was a great way to see the city. I spent the rest of the afternoon lounging on the beach, and swimming in the clear slash turquoise water. Ha ha, certainly the kind of place you’d want to bring your love buddy. Too bad I don’t have a love buddy. Now I’m sad. 
Anyway. We took a faux-romantic walk along the sea wall, and checked out the same restaurant from before. I had rabbit, and it was - like octopus - very chicken like. But delicious. And we got drunk again. Yay good cheap wine. The one restaurant had 1 euro glasses, and it was more like a half carafe. So good. I think I’m turning into an alcoholic.
The next day we had to say goodbye. Goodbye to the nice man that gave us a hotel room for 40 (20 each) per night. Goodbye to the quaint little town, Goodbye to the nice beaches, and 999 stairs. And goodbye to Greece. I’ll miss you. We bussed to Patra and waited 5 hours for our ferry ride home. Yes, 5 hours. And now I am in the smoking lounge typing away.
Unlike the first boat ride where we had a nice area to sleep, the first night we were forced to sleep outside. It was actually pretty fun and I’m glad we did it… but the second night we snuck into the middle-class lounge.
We met this crazy old German/Greek couple, and every time the husband would leave to the washroom/brush his teeth/etc., his wife would come over to us and give us food. At one point she gave us a piece of paper and asked to measure our feet. She wants to knit us socks. How cool is that. They go to Greece every year to visit her husband’s family, and they spend the rest of the time in Germany. I love her. She gave me carrots, grapes, and cookies. We said no to the wine though… because we have three bottles with us. Which, actually, we are going to open now.
