Oh the memories.
In the late 70's, we did a self organised trip for a month to Athens, Samos, Chios and Lesbos.

In Chios we made friends with a fisherman from Athens who spoke very little English (we were living in a taverna right on the beach and the fisherman was living in a tent on the beach and earning his money fishing for the summer). Anyway he invited us to a special feast for a religious festival in a small village about 20 miles away. We went and we had a great evening and the Greek viilagers were so freindly. They had a Greek folk band playing and everybody was dancing and eating and getting thoroughly pissed and really enjoying themselves.

I worked for Polaroid at the time and was loaded with instant film. A Greek person came up and asked if I would take a couple of photo's of him and his family. I took 3 photo's and gave them to him. He was so pleased. A bit later he sent a waiter over with a tray of food for my wife and I as a thank you.

That night was a wonderful memory of Greek hospitality, which we have never forgotten.

Whilst in Athens, I was going to do the guards Dance outside the palace, but Inge wouldn't let me. :-)

Don't that make you proud George :-)