Capsis Hotel Thessaloniki
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- Airport Transportation
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
TravelPod Member ReviewsCapsis Hotel Thessaloniki
A very good hotel. the location is grate, right next to the center of the city. The hotel is big, it has restaurant and cafe and the servises are excellent!
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Thessaloniki is like a grid square blocks of shops, cafe, houses and buildings. I like it! It has something soothing and homely about it. There are plenty of people and it does have tourists but the day to day bustle of the locals masks that very well as they go about their business. I took the lets follow the crowd approach and found some amazing places. I was lead to markets, back street hidden local eateries, museums, banks ...
... myself the peace of mind that I had ticket in hand, although that still did not guarantee anything as on my last trip to the Balkans I wasnt able to board a bus in Novi Pazar even though I had a seat reservation.
I arrived at the bus station more than one hour early to ensure ...
... not unlike me to move if requested to without waking. Luckily I
finally found myself in my original seat when I was awoken by the feeling of
cardboard in my mouth. It was not cardboard but a Pringle placed on my tongue
which as usual was slightly puffed out of my partly open mouth. It would seem
that my party of travelers was more amused with my unique style of sleep than
most. If you know me, or follow my mother’s Instagram account you will find
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