The days were getting a bit shorter, and you could feel that the sun was not quite as hot as always. I seriously wanted to take the bus to Delphi before winter set in, and when I asked Liz if she wanted to go with she was very enthusiastic, and rounded up another four nannies who were back, to go with, one of them a young man. The week went too slow for my impatient soul, but at last it was Tuesday, and  at six in the morning I was waiting outside waiting for the taxi to take me to the busstation. The others were waiting when I arrived, and I loved the station with the hordes of people milling around, shouting at each other, some friendly, others crossly, but all intent on finding the right bus for their journey. It was like a wrestling match, the effort to get to your seat, and then to find that some piece of luggage, or a parcel with strong smelling fish, or a cat in a box was sharing your seat, the other person too wide to accommodate all his belongings which could not go in the luggage holder, so without a bally blink they just take up half of your seat! I ended up with a very old lady all in black and a chin jutting out about 20cm in front of her toothless face who had parked on my seat a bag full of groceries, a potplant in a ceramic pot, a huge handbag, and a plastic cannister that could be holding her lunch! I gave her a stare, but she just stared back as if she had bought the whole bus, and I did not have the vocabulary to tell her to take her things away. The bus was full, and I was not the only one having trouble, a lot of the Greeks and tourists had the same, so it was an absolute chaotic scene. I tried to get to the driver, who was shouting at an old couple with two rabbits in a huge cage, parked smack bang in the middle of the corridor, together with umpteen pieces of luggage and even an old part of a bicycle, but the effort was just too great, and I went back, resting my one bum on the tiny piece of seat the old woman left for me. About twenty minutes passed our departure time we were on our way, and another bally chink in the cable appeared. The young male nanny, sitting directly behind me started talking! And I mean TALKING! Incessantly and loudly into my ear, the noise made by the other passengers so loud that he really had to shout at the top of his voice if he wanted to be heard. The bus was swaying like a drunken sailor, and I had to clung desperately to the headrest in front of me if I did not want to go sprawling onto the stuff filling up the isle, so I could not even put my fingers in my ears to get away from the young man's talking! But this was only the beginning of our trip, and the lack of fresh air was already taking a bit of a toll!