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PPS One story related to me might also amuse. The shopkeeper in Sigri for years was a very old man, Baba Yanni who died last year in his late 90s. He spoke little English. One tourist, whose Greek was also poor, decided to cook a special meal for which he required garlic and wild rice. Rummaging in the depths of the shop he found a packet of wild rice. No garlic (in the days before the greengrocer opened, travelling vans brought fruit & veg). He tried to explain what he wanted, in the English way- by talking slowly and loudly. No luck. Tried sign language - no luck. By now, as usual, a small interested crowd had gathered, all trying to help and bringing forth suggestions from the shop or their home. Still no garlic. Bab Yanni had a brainwave: he brought a pad and pen for the man to draw what he wanted. He did so, Light dawned on Baba Yanni's face, off up the hill he went , a few minutes later he came back with a bag and produced from it with a flourish.......a Calor gas canister!!!!

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