Mom’s last day. I woke at 7:30 and phoned Balkan Airways to find out that the next flight to Sofia Bulgaria was leaving Athens in 5 minutes so I’d have to wait until tomorrow. I then rang Overseas National Airways about getting Mom back to North America. We went downstairs and tore savagely into our breakfast. The waitress brought 3 helpings of toast and even then I wasn’t full. Upstairs to brush the teeth and off to Athens Airport. Great confusion at the Overseas National Airways counter. Is the plane going to Dallas or Los Angeles? Who knows where Mom will end up! I went to the roof and after two hours saw her plane take off to goodness knows where. Good-bye and good luck! I finally found a nearby airport hotel which I had a two-kilometre walk to get to as no taxi driver would pick me up. The long hair and knapsack made me the victim of hippie discrimination. My money is as good as Mr. and Mrs. Straightlacer’s. The hotel was $7 and it included breakfast and dinner. It was a very nice room. I wrote three postcards went to the beach and watched the sunset over the beach and came over to the hotel for a good dinner. I sat out on the hotel balcony for a bit and came back to my room and crashed out. Bulgaria here I come.