After France, we flew from Marsaille to Athens for a couple weeks and arrived (unbeknowst to us) on day of first hotly contested nat'l. election in like 20 years.
There were machine gun toting guards inside the terminal, which I thought kinda odd. Outside the terminal were two sand-bagged machine gun emplacements and a couple of armored cars.
We got a cab and raced (why? I wondered...) through deserted streets to hotel. Where the hell is everybody?
We passed a lot of burned cars on the way. At the hotel I inquired about this, and the owner explained about the election. Duh.
About 11 pm, the election results were announced and we got to watch about 5000 people rioting/fighting each other in the park below our room.
'Wow,' I thought, 'This is Greece?'