Yannis’ Bar

I pedal away from the beach, away from the pasty skinned holiday makers from Northern Europe, the temporary migrants in search of vitamin D, past the kiosks and the shops selling knock off sunglasses and gaudy beach towels, past the boutiques selling dresses that will never be worn back home, soon I am on the … More Yannis’ Bar

Bloody Karma

Corfu saturday night & there’s a party going on in my rooms, I am the host.  One solitary Englishman & all the rest Greek. I did not plan this, nor indeed did I even realise it was happening, until that is I woke up at 3.30am on sunday morning to find my entire body covered … More Bloody Karma