On the way back down the mountain we pulled in at one of the villages in the middle of nowhere and attempted to utilise our vast knowledge of the Greek language. Needless to say we had to resort to the international language of poor hand gestures and a lot of pointing. Retiring to our table we commenced the now familiar game of cards and sat back and watched the world go by. Several drinks later the chef (Dan) was on the search for food. Eventually, after more theatrical hand gestures, we found ourselves following a mad guy in a Renualt 5 back to his family run restaurant.
Seated outside under the clear skies we dined on 5 star food at zero star prices and continued our research into the local wine. After an excellent meal (fetta cheese galore) and attempted conversation with our hosts we retired to the sanctuary of the landy as they had kindly let us set up base outside the restaurant (in other words too drunk to drive anyway). Gav decided to phone home and disappeared into the night only to return triumphantly claiming he had found a night club.
The ‘night club’ turned out to be a hostess bar and we found ourselves being propositioned by women in their mid to late fifties who really should consider retiring from their night job (Ben Danzo you would have loved this one). What happened after is somewhat a mystery. Snippets that have so far been recalled include spending a ridiculous amount of money on vodka, Dan doing his daily press ups in a play ground at four am, a collective hug and several chants of ‘we’re on holiday, we’re on holiday’, and dancing on and around landy to Dans poor choice of music. Waking at some point in the morning Gav found himself outside the Landy and Dan was hanging half out of it. Our mad friend kept to his promise and came to meet us for coffee at 9 am. Needless to say Gav was sleeping and was surprised to wake up several hours later in a different location. Dan, having followed mr Renault back to a bar found himself submerged in Greek culture and ouzo whilst Gav slept blissfully unaware in the town square. Gav eventually emerged from the back of the landy to a rapturous applause from Dan’s assembled entourage of new friends.
Now broke we headed to the nearest town to replenish our depleting funds and find some water. On the way back to our restaurant/landy hotel we dropped in at the ancient ruins of Corinth and admired their beauty from behind the wire fence because were to tight to pay the entrance fee.