So we were sat on a plane full of "Sweaty Pommies" as Leanne described it, destination Pefkos, on the Greek isle of Rhodes.
Objectives: To lie around, read books, catch some rays. swim, eat olives, eat feta, eat stuffed vine leaves, eat kleftikos, you get the idea. (Oh yes and maybe drink the odd beer)
Equipment packed: swimming goggles, snorkel, three pairs of shorts, several t-shirts, togs, sunscreen and Uno.
Risks: Being detained by the metal detector at the air port.
Well. That happened.
Actually it always happens, to me anyway. Typical scenario. Put possessions in tray, hope trousers don't fall down due to lack of belt, try to get bracelet off. Fail to get bracelet off. Security person says just go through that will be fine.
*ALARM*ALARM*ALARM*
Madam if you can just step to one side. Well, this time it was the most intimate body pat down ever. I felt bad I didn't know the woman's first name. So intimate even, that she could tell I was wearing a sports bra for goodness sake!
Anyway...moving on.
Airport uneventful, flight the same, the longest slowest bus journey designed to give us the impression Rhodes is bigger than it actually is.
Greeted by Paul the Greek from Michigan, reassured us he was actually Greek and a lovely holiday was had by all.
