On cooking duty in Greece – went over budget and overboard with the garlic and sustained a blister courtesy of the bubbling Smash (does anyone else remember that distinctive industrial taste of powdered mashed potato?) Had my first and last encounter with the mind bending substance Ouzo – now I understand the warning: beware of Greeks bearing gifts …
SATURDAY 9TH OCTOBER, 1976
“Left early for Greek border. I was doing cooking with Nikki and Chris. Stopped at small town to shop – lots of sign language in the market (all 4 stalls!). Overspent money. Crossed border making butties! Beer at border a rip-off.
Made for east coast, camped in afternoon at Methoni fishing village. All went down to the beach (tents a stone’s throw away from sea), swam in the Aegean Sea! – very slimy and shallow!
Prepared meal with frisbies flying everywhere – got one in the back of the neck! Fantastic spicy, garlic etc stew (La stew as opposed to Le Stew. Drew up stupid menu – wide-mouthed frog and caterpiller pie, les afters, tic tac a la Robert etc!) The smash (volcanic) spat at me and burnt finger – gorgeous blister.
Then all went down to nearest bar – some people been there since very early. Tested out ouzo – only drank half bottle (too many). Other Greeks there playing instruments – so some got up and did Greek dancing with them – Shirley being one of course. Adrian keeled over – took 4 of us to get him to tent where spewed up.
Other group – 2 Scouse, I Irish and girl who is getting lift to Athens with us. I thought I was OK but got to bus and memory is a complete blank! Apparently I was feeling awful, hanging out of bus window and sounding upset. Remember heading for sea at one point and sitting there – Rob came and rescued me, got things out of bus and found my tent. After that I escaped again and headed for bus because heard music playing. Apparently nearly murdered tape deck and shouted obscenities at Fred and Jan about the noise – vague recollection – Fred said that’s last time I get to choose music!”