The Wheels on The Bus

Well, here I am in the Peloponnese, which is quite amazing. More on the amazingness later.
First, an introduction to the Greek Bus. This trip involves a lot of buses. There are some strange things about Greek buses:
1-They leave on time. Exactly on time. And this is GREECE. Plus, they are nice and comfy.
2-If you want to get off somewhere along the route, you can, even if it is not an official stop. This is cool if you really need to get to some random location along the highway, but annoying if you just want to take a 15 minute ride from Sparti to Mystras and it ends up taking 45 minutes because every little old lady in the Peloponnese is returning from grocery shopping and wants to be dropped off her front door.
3-If you take the bus to Tripoli from Nafplio, you will end up at the Arkadia KTEL. If you want to get from Tripoli to Sparti, you must walk a ways into town, ask a random man where to find the bus to Sparti, and follow the random man down a random road until you find a certain coffee shop filled with old men smoking cigarettes. You will notice the little paper sign in the window that says "Bus Station." You go in, walk over to a little empty counter, and ask for a ticket. Then the man behind the counter will call "Dimitri!" and Dimitri will come and sell you a ticket and you will sit on the curb next to the French couple in American baseball hats who have been following you since Epidaurus and wait for the bus, which will be 30 minutes late and so full that you have to stand up until one random guy offers to sit on his friend's lap to give you a seat.
4-When the bus drops you off in Mystras, it will drop you off in the town of Mystras, which is 15 minutes down the hill from the ancient city. Instead of starting at the top of the ancient city, which is built into a mountain, you will go from the waaaay bottom to the waaaay top and back again. And then the bus back to Sparti will pick you up in the village and head right back to the top of the ancient city to drop off lucky tourists who will not consequently develop shooting pain in their calves. But Mystras was worth it, let me tell you.