Day 328: Crete it was then....

Adrian and I have been on 2 trips to Greece together. The first one was a school trip to Athens. I don't remember too much about it, although Adrian's comment follwing my previous post has brought quite a few bits back to me. The main things I remember are as follows:
- Yes I may have bought a watch on the plane on the way out there (I remember thinking about buying it, but I had an idea that I was talked out of buying it at the last moment as I think it would have cost me all the spending money I had on me plus I would have needed to borrow some off Adrian - but that could all be nonesense as it was a very long time ago and my memory is not what it used to be).
- It was very hot in Athens and a great deal of money needed to be spent buying drinks.
- We went to see the Temple of Poseidon which pleased me as I had an album called "In the Wake of Poseidon" by King Crimson and that produced some sort of link. I have realised over the last few years that I really like it when things link up like that. It could be because I am bad at making decisions so the process becomes so much easier if the choice can be linked into something I already like.
- I had a jacket that was a quite striking shade of green and some sunglasses with blue lenses.
- I bought a number of records (including Vital by VDGG and Music for Films by Brian Eno).
- Instead of sleeping in rooms in our hotel we had camp beds at the ends of corridors, but they still had doors that could be shut.
- One night I got so fed up of being bitten by mosquitos that I got my pillow and started hitting it against the walls to try and kill as many of the little buggers as I could. Next morning the walls were coverred in red splodges and so was my pillow case.
- I think we went on some sort of boat trip.
- We found out that a British 2p coin could be used in the space invaders and night driver machines.
- At some point we ended up on a coach with a school trip of Welsh teenagers who kept singing the sames song over and over again. The song went along the lines that every where they went people wanted to know who they are, so they told them they were welsh, and went on to add that in actual fact they were very very welsh and found that every where they went people wanted to know who they were etc etc... After a few hours of this Adrian sang a version of the song with slightly different lyrics and was promply punched in the shoulder by the welsh girl sitting behind him (she obviously fancied him).
- On the flight home we had the whole plane to ourselves so we could lift up the chair arms and sleep lying accross the 3 seats and also eay as many breakfasts as we wanted. I ate several.

In the next thrilling installment I will tell the tale of the Cretan mission as remembered by Björk Bjiggler.