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18/4/2005
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Greece - what happened
Back
from Greece and such a lot has happened. Well, the dig was a lot more
interesting than I expected. The photographs and plans didn't do it
justice really. Anyway all that's for a separate report I'm writing in
my spare time, haha what spare time?
While we were
in Greece, one day, D started drinking at lunchtime and carried on till
we were all in this taverna in the evening and he was totally out of
control and aggressive with it. I forget what the argument was about,
but it was so loud that this Brit from another table, an older guy,
asked us to keep it down. Anyway D started to give this guy a hard
time, then Phil started and D smacked him. Phil kind of swiped
back at him and the next thing it's a brawl with this Brit helping to
try and restrain D and I caught an elbow in the chest where it hurts
and I was so furious I just picked up a bottle and hit D with it. He
turned at the wrong moment and it caught him across the nose and broke
it, the nose not the bottle, and he just keeled over on the floor.
By this time
the Old Bill were on their way, and I don't know why but when the Brit
went back to his table, I just went across and sat with him. I
was shaking a bit at what I'd done to D. He was very nice. He told me
his name was Faude. I later found out it wasn't his real name but
that's what I call him. He invited me home with him because he lives on
the island and I felt safer with him than going back to the hotel with
the others so I went. He has a motor bike.
At first I had
the impression he was middle-aged, but he's not that old. We got on so
well, I can't tell you, and I was quite attracted to him but he was a
perfect gentleman that way and we never even kissed although I spent
most of the rest of the week sleeping at his house to stay out of D's
way.
He looks a bit
like Richard Dreyfuss looked when he was in Jaws - not very athletic
but very quick talking, clever and excitable. And kind of gullible in
an innocent way, trusting. I loved him to bits. I told him all my life
story and he told me his, which was a lot more exciting I promise you.
It was a bit
disappointing when he just took me back to the others on the last day
and just said goodbye without offering to phone or write. Still,
holiday romances, what did I expect? Something a bit more like a
romance I suppose!
Never mind, I enjoyed the whole fortnight a lot, so why am I complaining?
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