When I finally made it out of the metro and back to the sunshine I stopped to orientate myself with Google so that I can get to my hotel. Immediately a black guy approaches and tells me that he likes my style, the same routine that they played in Italy.
I turn on my heels as I’ve found where I need to go and head to the main road. Another black guy is there and he watches me struggle with the big case and back pack. When I reach the other side I take the first right and continue on my way. The second black guy passed me and crossed the street and gave a piece of paper to an Indian guy who within twenty seconds asks if I speak English? I ignore him and continue along the street. The black dude turns right and disappears.
I stop at a busy intersection to check Google and then I’m on my way. The Indian guy reappears and passed me. I look around and its just me and him. After a few yards he tries to engage me in conversation and I ignore and walk on, I’m only about a minute away from my Hotel and there are people coming towards me. He turns off and I don’t see him again.
After I check in I go to my room and remove my jacket only to find it had been sprayed with some kind of, I don’t know. I go to the shower to try and remove it and that’s easier said than done.
Welcome to Athens I guess.


I was reading an article and it said, the pick pockets, someone sprays paint on your cloths and then another comes over and sais, oh youv got something on your cloths and starts to try and get it off and they pick you pockets. Be careful around all the tourist places.
I knew I was being followed. I tried to wash it off but my jacket is still marked.