Having spent nearly eight months in Asia, I decided to hit up Greece for some island hopping. My current roommate, Nick, decided to leave his homestead here in Maine to join me for a month. We met up in Athens, enjoyed the city along with the brilliant Parthenon. We jumped on a boat and indulged ourselves with island pleasures, chilling all day and drinking at night. We made our way around the island sightseeing at each little city, when we came upon Kalamata.
Nick and I walked around a bit, searching for a cheap hostel to crash at for the evening, when we finally saw the blue triangular Hostelling International sign. We went through the regular procedure of checking in but were concerned with the sight of three ugly, over weight, modestly dressed women staring at us. Surprised and grossed out at the same time, I looked at Nick wondering what to say,.
I have never been hit on so bluntly by a prostitute. Nick and I got to the room, laughed about the situation, and then discussed what we should do with the rest of the evening.
We gathered ourselves and some stuff, and ran down the stairs to avoid any interaction with the ugly, over weight, modestly dressed women. Nick bought some fine earrings for his lady and then we drank ouzo, the traditional Greek spirit and people-watched for the remainder of the night.
Around 11p. We slowly made our back to the hostel, just waiting for an encounter with some of the ugly, over weight, modestly dressed women. Noticing the lobby of the hostel was empty, we thought we were all set for the night, but unfortunately we were very wrong. Minutes after getting to our room, we heard a soft knock. The same woman I had lied to about having a girlfriend poked her head in and asked one more time if I wanted some action and once again I said no.
