I'd like to start off with an apology here to the guys in photo. I lost the camera you loaned to me.
Well, not lost it, or replaced it, but it's missing from my knapsack, and I didn't notice it missing until Sunday night when
and I were walking across the OAKA Complex from the velodrome toward the Olympic Stadium.
Somebody was taking pictures, I thought I'd take advantage of the angles he was shooting, and I couldn't locate the camera. So I thought maybe I left it back at the hotel, but I didn't empty my bag the previous night, so it should have been in my bag.
When I got back to the hotel, I searched everywhere: inside bags, under the beds, in all the drawers, on top of and behind the TV, inside the mini-fridge, on the towel shelf in the bathroom, I mean everywhere. I couldn't find it.
Today I called the Helliniko Fencing Hall, and they didn't have one in their lost-and-found. I called the velodrome's lost-and-found, but they haven't found one either. So as of this moment, the black Canon G5 has either grown legs and walked away on its own or is lost. In either case, it can't be located. I still have the extra battery pack, media card and power cord, though!
On Sunday night I stopped at lucafe for an ouzo with some friendly faces. Yianni Galanis, who co-owns the jewelry store (not
the pianist) called GA on a corner of Mitropoleos (Metropolis) Street, which is parallel to Ermou and one street over, sat down with me and we talked for a while. His father was at the Olympic Velodrome either Sunday or Saturday, and Yianni raved about it the track cycling.
We went over to his store to see some of his jewelry, and he introduced me to his partner, whose name I can't recall at the moment. The pieces were elegant (sorry Lois, way out of our price range), and he told me someone from the
, came down earlier in the day and picked out a piece. We sat for a while at lucafe, swapping stories, sipping ouzo with the Greeks telling me about the beaches and the sea and the islands - go to the islands. You will lose your mind - and me telling them about Las Vegas.
Hey, we were swapping stories, and not everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Not over ouzo.