I was only slightly less lucky with the Montreal-Athens flight because both I and the guy in the center kept our arms basically off the armrest resulting in no territory creep at all. So A-OK on the flight, very soon forgotten.
I stepped outside the terminal door, looked up the road and there it was, the bus that would take me to Piraeus for a crazy reasonable 5 Euro.
A sweet old guy on the bus was helping all the tourists find their stop, and then a lady in one of the shops by my stop graciously called the hotel who had a driver at the ready to come pick me up. And what a lovely welcome at the Phidias Hotel.
It all went so smoothly, I’m very happy.