Spyros isn't happy. he's had 40 years of Athens' notorious traffic, but this is beyond a joke. His car is crawling in a line of vehicles that snakes up the main road to the beachside suburb of Vouliagmeni, stymied by a local bus that seems to stop every 50 m.
"One hundred fifty-six euros," Spyros says, nodding enviously at the empty outside lane. The five red rings on the shimmering asphalt mark it as reserved for official Olympic transport, and the fine is savage.
"We should block the streets with our cars, lock the doors...
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