May 22nd to 23rd
Evi and I turned up bleary-eyed at 7.00 in the morning at the port of Rafina for the hydrofoil to Paros. By 8.00 we still hadn’t left which is very unusual for the hyper-punctual hydrofoils. “The captain’s car has broken down and he is waiting for a taxi” said the second captain.
Rubbish said the Greek chorus of passengers. He was out late with his mistress and overslept and is making excuses. There was general agreement on this, so by the time the captain arrived (in his definitely not broken-down car,) he was faced with a fearsome barricade of stout and angry ladies, who shouted abuse at him as he boarded, observations about his virility, the virtue of his mother and the sufferings of his wife, till even his epaulettes drooped in complete submission.


