Thursday, July 10, 2003

10 July 2003 – 9:11 AM GMT+2

Greg is currently getting up, which means I have relatively little time to write this entry. Yesterday started with a light, sparse breakfast in the hotel lobby, at which time we were picked up to head to Delphi. Apparently we were the only people on our tour, so they handed us to another company.

After they mispronounced our name (maybe they wrote it down wrong) while checking that all the "children" were present, we headed off. And nodded off. Greg played a little Golden Sun: Land of Mysteries, but eventually stopped due to the dreaded low-battery light. So we both proceeded to sleep. And get off the bus to have some €16 snacks. And sleep. And walk around a touristy yet quite scenic village. And sleep. And arrive at wonderful Delphi.

We got off the bus, got our tickets, and went inside. After giving us a little spiel in English, she had to give it again in French, so all of us English-speakers wandered off. The place was neat, but not ridiculously spectacular. They had a relatively intact stadium at the higher up on the large mountain on which Delphi sits, so I went up and looked at that. I passed an Amphitheater on the way up, which wasn't too shabby either. But before that, our tour guide (Sofia) (Sophia) (Soφia) gave us some more information. Nothing terribly exciting, although she did point out a few of the "Treasuries", most of which were simply foundations. One still stood, however: the Athenian, sadly missing its nifty gold and silver horse-design-thingy on the outside. She kept on going on about the eight billion statues that formerly stood there, and they probably would have been cool, 'cept they were all gone, with the exception of the charioteer in the museum (with realistic feet and eyelashes!).

The actual site of the Oracle was basically your standard ruins; a few columns sitting on a foundation. Still, it was neat to sit there listening to the stories of yore, courtesy of a British tour guide whose group I tagged along with. However, I did not get a chance to see Athena's temple, which is the one with the three columns with a frieze connecting them in what would have been a circle that are in all the pictures. Greg and Dad went down to see it, (causing Mom to suitably freak out when she thought they wouldn't be able to figure out the bus moved to the museum lot) while the rest of us went to the museum, with the aforementioned statue (and not much else, due to construction).

All in all, not a bad trip, and we got to meet a guy named Kevin who worked in cell-phone networks with a Quake-Con shirt. After returning, we went off to dinner near the Plaka.

Oh good, an argument about who got one of Grego's T-shirts.

Anyway, I'll go on about the Plaka later. Gotta go eat breakfast.