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Jasper Janssen
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On 1 Dec 2005 07:25:30 -0800, "[email protected]"
<[email protected]> wrote:
>Jasper Janssen wrote:
>> On 29 Nov 2005 09:59:49 -0800, [email protected] wrote:
>>
>> Sometime remind me to tell you about the border crossing between Greece
>> and Turkey that preceded it.
>
>This sounds interesting. I did a Turkey ->Greece in the late 1980's and
>slept through most of it. I do remember waking up for a moment as we
>glided by the gun emplacements and later waking up in a lone car on a
>Greek siding. Apparently our car was shunted across and the rest of the
>train remained in Turkey.
Yeah, the other way round is pretty easy. There's only one train with one
car per day that crosses the border, and the Greek trains pick up the
passengers from Turkey fairly quickly. However, there are two trains a day
that go straight from Athens to said border town. One of them arrives a
mere 3 hours or so before the car to Turkey leaves and the other one
arrives 11 hours before that.
Guess which one I picked by misreading my timetables.
Yeah. So there I am, leaving Athens fairly late at night, I arrive in the
little border town at not long after dawn, not having slept much, not
having anything much to eat with me and I find out... that my train leaves
at 15:30. This station, since you probably didn't get so great a look at
it, was an utter ghost place. Nothing open in the way of shops, no trains
whatsoever coming or going, nobody even keeping an eye on it. I was there
with an englishman teaching English as a Second Language in Istanbul who
was in the same boat, so we took turns watching our bags so we could
explore a little. About a kilometre down the road was the real town, which
was just as sleepy. There was a small Byzantine stronghold there which was
being restored with EU money. That was pretty much it.
Oh, yes, and along the road between town and station were an awful lot of
restaurants with large terraces out front, presumably for tables and
chairs, that were utterly deserted. I finally managed to convince one of
them to sell me some ice cream.
I ended up buying some emergency supplies at the Turkish border station on
the other side, and arrived in Istanbul at midnight. I was lucky enough to
find a tout at the station who could take me to a hostel right beside the
station where I could have a private room for 10 euros a night, including
breakfast, and I had a good time there. But jesus, is that Greek border
town *boring*.
Jasper
<[email protected]> wrote:
>Jasper Janssen wrote:
>> On 29 Nov 2005 09:59:49 -0800, [email protected] wrote:
>>
>> Sometime remind me to tell you about the border crossing between Greece
>> and Turkey that preceded it.
>
>This sounds interesting. I did a Turkey ->Greece in the late 1980's and
>slept through most of it. I do remember waking up for a moment as we
>glided by the gun emplacements and later waking up in a lone car on a
>Greek siding. Apparently our car was shunted across and the rest of the
>train remained in Turkey.
Yeah, the other way round is pretty easy. There's only one train with one
car per day that crosses the border, and the Greek trains pick up the
passengers from Turkey fairly quickly. However, there are two trains a day
that go straight from Athens to said border town. One of them arrives a
mere 3 hours or so before the car to Turkey leaves and the other one
arrives 11 hours before that.
Guess which one I picked by misreading my timetables.
Yeah. So there I am, leaving Athens fairly late at night, I arrive in the
little border town at not long after dawn, not having slept much, not
having anything much to eat with me and I find out... that my train leaves
at 15:30. This station, since you probably didn't get so great a look at
it, was an utter ghost place. Nothing open in the way of shops, no trains
whatsoever coming or going, nobody even keeping an eye on it. I was there
with an englishman teaching English as a Second Language in Istanbul who
was in the same boat, so we took turns watching our bags so we could
explore a little. About a kilometre down the road was the real town, which
was just as sleepy. There was a small Byzantine stronghold there which was
being restored with EU money. That was pretty much it.
Oh, yes, and along the road between town and station were an awful lot of
restaurants with large terraces out front, presumably for tables and
chairs, that were utterly deserted. I finally managed to convince one of
them to sell me some ice cream.
I ended up buying some emergency supplies at the Turkish border station on
the other side, and arrived in Istanbul at midnight. I was lucky enough to
find a tout at the station who could take me to a hostel right beside the
station where I could have a private room for 10 euros a night, including
breakfast, and I had a good time there. But jesus, is that Greek border
town *boring*.
Jasper