miltiades wrote:repulsewarrior wrote:...will you provide us pictures?
I have one and only one photo, I will download on to my computer and post later today. I should have taken more but with a dislocated shoulder it was not comfortable. The photo I took is of Akropolis while I was sitting on my balcony with my best friend a.....luscious red, wine that is.
I talked to Yioryo the taxi driver at length and asked if you would kindly collect me on Sunday from my hotel, opos dipote Yioryos responded.
We arrived at the hotel some 30-45 minutes later, the hotel is a part of a chain with 2 hotels in Athens as well as in Thessaloniki and on some islands.
Shook hands with Yioryos who by that time had handed me his card and into the hotel lobby I trotted.
I had made my reservation on the phone with a lady called Sophia speaking in Greek Greek not in Cypriot.
I approached the reception and in clear Cypriot dialect I gave my name adding that " eboukkara "domation. The young guy looked at me responding yes kirie ..... etimo to domatio sas, mou dinete to diavatirio sas , I promptly handed over my Cypriot ID but not before I asked, with a smile, Ambis potthen ime koumbare
From your surname he responed I know you are Kiprios !!!
On completing the registration he handed me a key and also a welcoming card from my business friend along with a small bag containing 2 bottles of red
I had talked to this business guy a number of times in the past and being the kind of open person that Im I always divulge....innocent little ...embellishments !!
The Hotel features a roof top restaurant facing Akropolis but being on my own I wanted something less formal so I took a stroll in Plaka and ended up in a lovely traditional restaurant with tables and chairs on the pavement.
Before sitting down I asked the young waiter if they served Retsina, Im rather fond of this unique taste in wines, Malista kirie he replied. Fermou mian potsan I asked, me sighoriete he responded, mian potsan koumbare I repeated, well he said we serve retsina in, I forget the word, some metal container either quarter or half.
The waiter was in his late to early 30s , IASON his name was, naturally as one does ,I extended my hand and introduced my self as Miltiades from Stroumbi the Great, ton Miltiade ton akousa he replies, afto to meyalo pou les oxi. I was there to eat, relax, take in the atmosphere and have something to eat. I ordered far far too much, my consumption is really quite conservative but I fancied Revithia, kolokoanthous stuffed with rice and grilled octopus. Are you expecting anyone else Iason asked, oi re monons mou eimai.
I was a Friday night and just before 10 pm so the place was quite busy. I leisurely drunk my retsina and ate about a quarter of the food in front of me which also included a Greek salad.
Spoke to Iason quite a lot and thoroughly enjoyed his reaction to my Cypriot dialect. I don't know why I wanted to use Cypriot exclusively, you get like this at my age, besides I love the Cypriot dialect. Iason though found me out, somehow he knew I was a ...Charlie and that on certain exchanges he spotted my hidden Greek.
To be continued, what comes next is far more entertaining
By the way, this is a light hearted thread getting away from political and other discussions from the forums idiots, in particular
l the resident pervert.