THE KALIKALOS MICRA FLEET
Normally I walk down to the beach - about an hour along stone donkey tracks and through fields. yesterday I took the car to do some food shopping. A mistake! On the way back up a Greek overtook us and shouted "fire" as he went past. When we looked out the window we had what looked like smoke pouring out the front. We stopped! Luckily it wasn't smoke but an overheated radiator, water pouring over the road. We filled it up and tried again, but the car didn't seem to want to carry on up the hill. We phoned the centre and asked if someone could come and collect us. (The second day in a row I had to be rescued, as the previous day I got lost walking!)
While waiting for the rescue, a lovely Greek who had been obviously been drinking for a long time, decided to come and help us. When he found out we were English it was lots of hugs all round, back slapping (painful!) and wanting to get under the bonnet to help. We kept trying to distract him and his beer can so that he wouldn't get in the car. Amidst much giggling we managed to keep him talking and finally he weaved off up the road, can in hand, big smile on his face. We were towed back to the centre and all looks well with the car luckily. Only a loose radiator cap, and the radiator boiled over. That was Roger's job on Sunday!
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