So there I was again, cursing myself for not owning a mobile phone; now it meant not being able to access some stupid SMS code, without which I was unable to book my flight to Greece. It seemed unbelievable that such a tiny and seemingly insignificant detail could threaten to derail my long-awaited trip. I … Continue reading Edging towards Greece
I think I was well on the way before we even got there. This tends to happen when you down a few shots of raki, in rapid succession, on an empty stomach, particularly if you wash them down – as I did – with a bottle of cold FIX beer. My friend S and I … Continue reading A Little Night Music – Cretan Interlude
At some point, I realised, I had to book a flight. I waited until Karen and Mum had left for Noosa and the house was empty except me and my sister’s cat, a nervous and extremely vocal Burmese named Anika. With a bottle of red beside me I spent hours on the internet, trawling through … Continue reading The Long-Awaited Return Part 2
In the old days it wouldn’t have been like this. Back then all I had to do was book a ticket to Europe and turn up at the airport. I used to book with a travel agent, too, usually the English company ‘Trailfinders’, sitting down with someone trained to the job who would help me … Continue reading The Long-Awaited Return
When the Wine is Bitter 