Meditators keep calm at the airport!

After a full LAST day in Athens, a trip to the temple of Poseidon at Sounion, a visit to the Archeological Museum in the city and being ripped off by a clever taxi driver who told this blogger that there was a demonstration in the city and he would need to go by a scenic route to get me back in time to the hotel and then charged me 4 times the right price, I settled into a taxi to the airport thinking of home.
My companion kindly took me into the British Airways lounge and when our flight was called we were fast tracked through security to the departure gate!  Only it was the wrong departure gate which we only discovered when it started boarding and we saw with surprise that our plane which was nearby had its doors closed and a BA person at the gate barring our way and pointing the way to collect our luggage which had been taken off.
No flights out that day, we stoically accept that we will be in Athens for another day so what to do?  We decide that we don't really want to creep back into the hotel in Athens under the eye of the rest of our philosophic friends who might be surprised to see us so we ask the Travel Agent if we can find a not expensive, nearby hotel by the sea, expecting that this may be difficult.  But in a trice we are booked into the Hotel Medusa, right on the beach with a cheerful Taverna outside, 90 euros for collection and delivery to the airport, breakfast, en suite shower (if you can get round the door which has been designed as a door into a cupboard and doesn't leave room for much manoeuvring inside).  We can't believe our luck even if the proximity of the airport means the regular roar of jet engines.
Of course, we have to pay for our tickets and I am now hoping that my bank manager meditates and finds the same equanimity that we have found in our extra 24 hours in the land blessed by the Gods of old.