I'm about a mile from the main square so I head towards it. It's hot here, damm hot. I pass ice cream parlours, baguette shops, a tea house, and the obligatory golden arches but not one souva shop. Most places are shut, I know it's Sunday but there are a few people in town, and damn it, I'm hungry and I know what I want. Half an hour later I'm at Sygmarta Square, Greeks protesting about something outside parliament. Maybe it's the lack of Souvlakie in town. I could get a decent souva quicker in Woomera. I turn west and finally find some life with lots of nice cafes and shopping, I'm just about to give up. I've only eaten plastic aircraft food and it's getting to late in the afternoon. Then I look down a lane, there are people eating down there. My eyesight is starting to fade from the lack of food, I stagger towards the light as it fades to a point, then darkness. When I come to I'm in Heaven . Souvlakie Heaven. Tables with plastic cloths, towers of pita bread, people yabbering in Greek, things rotating on spits as far as the eye can see. I lunge towards the nearest tower of rotating mammal flesh, and for 2 euro I have my prize. Some times the best things in life take a bit of work. Click the pic for more.