Get thee to a nunnery!

Tom and I went to northern Greece two weeks ago and stayed a week. We stayed in Paralia, a beach community a couple of miles from Katerini, which is practically in the shadow of Mt. Olympus. The beach is awesome and we wouldn't have strayed from it but it got so hot (it had been hovering around 40 C)we decided we should go on a tour to Meteora. We had this big idea that we could spend most of the day in a nice air conditioned bus and then jump in the ocean when we got back. We went down the street from our hotel and booked a day long tour with Vasco da Gama Tours. I almost shudder when I think about it. And that's not from the cooling effect of the air conditioner in the bus, either. Far from it.
We met at 7:00 a.m. and since it was still relatively cool, we didn't suspect a thing for awhile. But within about two hours we realized there was a big problem. There was almost no cool air coming out of the vent and everyone on the bus was getting sweaty, fanning themselves, mopping their brows, etc. We thought for sure they would take us back to Paralia or turn up the air, but no, we forged on. By the time we got to the Meteora complex we were about to faint. The bus parked and we went inside The Monastery of the Transfiguration. It really was beautiful and even though it was incredibly hot, at least there was some air moving so we thought we could make it through.
Our guide told us we were leaving at 2:00 sharp and that if we weren't on the bus they would leave without us. Well, they parked a looooooong way from the monastery so we really had to run to make sure we got on the bus in time. As if we weren't already dying of heat exhaustion, the run to the bus made it worse. Only when we got there, hardly anyone else was and so we cooked (some more)inside the bus for 20 minutes. Obviously the guide didn't really mean they would leave without us.
We really thought that the AC would come on when they got the bus to rolling but that was not in the cards. We went down to the Monastery of St. Stephen which is for nuns. (See the photograph) I could not climb the steps to it, because by this time I was beyond having heat stroke. Our guide told us he checked and it was 46 C, which is 114.8 F !!!
Anyway, we finally left, and everyone was about to revolt over the heat and they said they would get the air conditioning fixed. Supposedly it had a freon leak...at least that's what they said. So they took us to a restaurant for awhile and when the bus came back we were all happy. That lasted about 2 seconds because then we discovered that they did not fix the air conditioning, and now there was absolutely no air whatsoever.
When we got back to Paralia we went straight to Vasco da Gama and the guy there was "shocked" to hear about all this. We were equally shocked to learn that he wasn't going to do one thing about it, either....no money back, no voucher for another trip, nothing.
So there, Vasco da Gama! And just for good measure I posted this story on a couple of travel websites, too. Neener, neener. Thanks for charbroiling us almost to death.