Greece

I heard on the radio that tourists are staying away from Greece. Apparently this is especially true of Germans. Surely this means we should all get out there double quick. No queues at the Acropolis, no towels on the sun loungers at 6am.

And all those owners of boutique bed and breakfast establishments throughout the islands will be practically giving their services away. Greece is great, but it would be even greater without the crowds.

What if the country suddenly leaves the Euro zone in the middle of your holiday? The programme pooh-poohed any worries on this score, even though one airline has foolishly shot itself in the foot by spreading scare stories about needing a wheelbarrow to transport your drachmas if everything goes pear shaped.  The programme recommended using a credit card for everything, but having had mine swallowed by a cash machine in Athens I feel that’s a dodgy option.

The fact is there would be a transition period (he says, sounding like an expert) It couldn’t be worse than Decimal Day in Bath all those years ago. I saw one old lady pay five pounds for a cabbage. We all got totally confused, which is mad if you look back on it. Twelve pence in a shilling, things that cost sixpence ha’penny. I don’t know how we managed for all those years!

When I was last in Greece we stayed in a tiny village with three decent restaurants. When we went to one eatery, the proprietors of the other two would glare across the street at us. To avoid an international incident we shared the places out, choosing a different one every night. At each place the owner would greet us like long lost friends, only to resume his sulky stare the next night when we patronised one of his rivals.

The village was so quiet, the highlight of every day was when two flocks of sheep were driven through of an evening. One herd would misbehave shockingly, running amok amongst the café tables and disappearing up side alleys. The other flock by contrast was as disciplined as a platoon of soldiers. I can’t explain this phenomenon, but it gave us something to talk about as we tucked into our lamb keftedakia!

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