Lamb Night

Two blogs for the price of one.

1. We were staying outside Palaiochora up a steep hill with green fields and stone walls guarding our approach to our favourite Greek town. (first hint of strange goings on)
2. It was a very precipitously steep hill and T had walked well ahead of me and was a dot in the distance.
3. I flapped my arms and flew down the hill to join him. ( hint 2) It was a bit like ski jumping.
4. We bumped into someone we knew from Woolton Hill but he disappeared into a restaurant in a walled square to join his wife.
5. We wandered along up the main drag which was more like Rhodes Town than Palaiochora . And eventually settled on a place to eat which was an open restaurant space behind a walled facade.
6. We were greeted nicely and shown where to sit, at a table much bigger than we needed.
7. A pincer movement brought a younger couple to sit by us. To explain the menu I assumed. We waited and we waited a bit more. I eventually made noises about food without exposing our understanding of Greek. Their English was pitiful and it appeared their Greek was too.
8. I tried to order zero beer and there was little comprehension . So I ploughed on with 500ml of beer and water.
9. We were told ’its lamb night’ in very stilted English. And that was it.
10. And I studied the rather unpleasant lamb bread crumbed chop the young man had in front of him. No stifado, no other suggestions were offered.
11. T declined one and still had no beer. I enquired if he wanted salad and wondered whether if we could just get up and leave.
12. Pincer Pair brought out cigarettes and playing cards. I wanted to go. I was hungry. I was tired and we were getting nowhere. I certainly did not want to play cards or be smoked out.
13. Any other staff ignored us and the restaurant became very busy.
14. I decided we had been selected as robbery targets by some local gang and I was not going to let this happen.
15. It got to about 4.00 in the morning – dont ask me where the intervening hours had gone. I woke up. So there you have it.
16. It was one of those dreams, so credible, that you end up flailing around trying to grab a safe hold. It might explain why I seem to have achieved 5 out of 6 stand hours on my AW by 06.30.