We went to the city centre - Omonia Square - and called a friend of Paz's - Julie, who said she would meet us for lunch the next day. That didn't help us.
So we set out looking for a hostel. We must have retraced our steps at least 3 times, eventually when hunger, exhaustion and out tempers were on their last legs, a man from a travel agency called us into his office and suggested a hotel. He even took us to one across the road to look at. It had old ladies sitting in the echoing wooden lobby knitting.
Then he gave us tea and biscuits and let us us his phone, so we could get instructions on how to reach a youth hostel. We eventually found it. $5 a night, six girls in a small dorm room. 5c for hot water and $2 to use the washing machine. It was just for young travellers. I don't think we are going to find cleaner or cheaper. We had hot showers, and kept having to run out to the corridor in a towel to put more money in the machine that gave the hot water. Then I climbed up to my bunk - one of three beds one on top of the other. I was inside my sleeping bag fully dressed and with hat on. All my valuables I had stuffed into the bottom of the sleeping bag. Then I sniffed from my cold until I fell asleep.
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