Gaios, Day 2
Jul. 30th, 2007 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylA day of enforced idleness while to allow the nephew more time to play with his friend. Constantinos took a boat trip to the west side to check out the blue caves before continuing on to Anti-Paxos. Having seen the caves before and being worried about getting sunburnt, I decided to spend my day tucked up with a book.
Over dinner at a small taverna in the square, C related the tale of the scar on his forehead. He got it earlier this year, when he agreed to let an ex-girlfriend use his car to practice her driving skills. The were on a mountain road when she misjudged a turn — the camber was against the direction of the bend — so badly that car went of the road and rolled down the hill. Needless to say, C wasn't wearing a seat belt, so he was forced to hang on to the door handle and the handbrake. He escaped with a nasty cut and various other badness whilst his ex walked away completely unscathed. The car was completely written off.
After dinner, we went to a small cafe — C insisted on treating us, despite all the times we've stayed with his family in Athens over the years — where mater had an iced chocolate and pater had a Greek coffee. I was particularly amused by the witless sloans on the next table who, for some reason, insisted on ordering in bad Italian, despite the waiter's rather good English.
Over dinner at a small taverna in the square, C related the tale of the scar on his forehead. He got it earlier this year, when he agreed to let an ex-girlfriend use his car to practice her driving skills. The were on a mountain road when she misjudged a turn — the camber was against the direction of the bend — so badly that car went of the road and rolled down the hill. Needless to say, C wasn't wearing a seat belt, so he was forced to hang on to the door handle and the handbrake. He escaped with a nasty cut and various other badness whilst his ex walked away completely unscathed. The car was completely written off.
After dinner, we went to a small cafe — C insisted on treating us, despite all the times we've stayed with his family in Athens over the years — where mater had an iced chocolate and pater had a Greek coffee. I was particularly amused by the witless sloans on the next table who, for some reason, insisted on ordering in bad Italian, despite the waiter's rather good English.
