We asked the hotel clerk if there is an easier way to get to the airport than the way we came. He strongly advised us to use a cab, saying that driving in Athens at night is very difficult if one is not familiar with the city. Needless to say we did not heed his advice, but he did show us a way on the map that is supposedly a little easier. We set out on that route and quickly ran into problems. It has been my observation about Europe and especially Greece that roads are not well marked. In the USA street signs are at almost every intersection and are very visible. Not so here. With Corinne navigating and me behind the wheel we made several attempts to get back on the perscribed route each time we realized we were off of it. Finally, we were able to get on motorway E75 (much like our interstates) which would take us to E94 which runs right by the airport. This was not the route the clerk suggested. Unfortunately the interchange is a bit strange and once again lacking signs. Rather than easily getting onto E94 we rather painstakingly ended up on E75 again at a point past the interchange. We got off in an attempt to head in the other direction and try the interchange again. We had planned to see a little bit of Athens on our stay. We saw a good bit, but not the places, the times, or the manner in which we planned. Finally, Corinne managed to get us onto E94. How, neither of us knows. At this point I should mention that driving in Athens is a bit different than anything we had experienced. Insanity is the best term that comes to mind to describe it. It must work well for the Athenians, but gave us fits. We made it to the airport in time to pick up Chris. They say that New York is the city that never sleeps, but I can assure you that Athens does not take a back seat in that regard. At 3:30 in the morning on our way back from the airport the city streets were packed with cars. Heading to bed now. It is about 4:30.

We arose to the sound of the alarm clock which at 9AM was far too early. The breakfast at the hotel was good and included in the price of the room so the day got off to a good start. We decided to visit the Nikea Weightlifting stadium. We drove to the area and around and around and could not find it despite the map (which was not much help) and getting (conflicting) directions at two different gasoline stations. After more than an hour of this we headed to Korinth, where we stopped and viewed the canal.

Les and Chris	Corinne
Corinth Canal

South we drove toward Epidavaros. It was about 60 km of winding mountain road. Perhaps 'bold' is the best way to describe those drivers who passed us on the curves of that road. We visited the theater at Epidavaros (the only thing there, literally). It was built around 500BC and its acoustics were wonderful. Sound carries extremely well. There were a number of tourists there, German, Indian, and Asians.

Up to this point I had done all of the driving. Chris took over for the trip back toward Korinth. Our destination was the town of Zevgolatio to meet Chris' relatives. It was dark by this time and took us quite a long time to find. When we got to the center of the town Chris called from a payphone. At one number there was no answer and the other number did not work. We tried with our cell phones with no better luck. We asked several people and they did what they could, but to no avail. Frustration was setting in. Our backup plan was to drive Patra and find a hotel. Chris ventured into one of the cafenion (coffee shop mostly serving men) in which a number of men were smoking and playing cards. Fortune was smiling upon us because there we met a man named Costas who knew lots of people locally. Chris speaks a bit of Greek and Costas speaks a little English so communication was pretty good. He made some telephone calls and finally found the relatives. About 20 minutes later they showed up. Their names were Anna and Christos Phillis. Anna is the 2nd cousin of Chris. There were two friends of theirs with them, Roula and another woman whose name we cannot remember. Anna and Christos took us to their house in Kiato. It was a very nice house and the hospitality was superb. They fed us a wonderful meal. By this time it was almost midnight. We went to bed.