‘I’ve never seen so many green lights on Edgeware road – unbelievable!’. ‘It’s your lucky day!’ my taxi driver shouted joyously in response. He was full of chat – where was I from, him – Nairobi, Kenya – ‘a beautiful city’.
‘Thanks so much’ I said as he delivered me to Victoria in one piece. ‘I hope you come back roaring like a lion!’ he replied. That really tickled me.
A charter flight, full of male stag parties with really savoury things written on their t-shirts – not. Already down 3/4’s of a bottle of Jack Daniels, by the time we arrived at Corfu airport, all their shirts were off. How sweet, I thought, benevolently as I watched them passing cigarettes to each other on the luggage carousel. I was on holiday. Nothing could dampen my spirits.
A man came up to me: ‘Excuse me, are you Tina?’ For a minute I wondered if I’d inadvertently arranged a blind date at the airport – stranger things have happened. ‘It’s just you really remind me and my wife of a friend we haven’t seen for 20 years’. ‘No’ I said laughing. How entertaining!
I arrived at my destination. Carol said ‘Welcome to a hot and sticky Corfu’. Suddenly I remembered, I needed some A/C in my room and I didn’t have any cash. I also remembered that M had told me the only cashpoint in this resort never worked. Carol reiterated that: ‘You’ll have to go into Corfu town in the morning to get some money – the bus timetable’s on the wall’. Damn and drat, I thought as I envisaged the first day of serious sunbathing slipping away. ‘Several people have tried that cashpoint today – but no joy’ she continued.
But, wait a minute, hold on a second – wasn’t today my lucky day?! I headed up the street to the infamous hole in the wall – thinking positive thoughts. We eyed each other up. I punched in my number. It thought for a minute or two. Then, hey presto the delightful whirring noise of holiday play money being dispensed.
I returned to my hotel and told Carol about the green lights. She laughed. ‘Now I just need to go get one of those anti mossi things’. She turned around and produced one from the cupboard: ‘Here take this, someone left it behind – and don’t worry about the deposit for the A/C’. I thanked her, very much.
Could things get any better, I wondered as I turned to go, and there in front of me was a sign saying ‘Karaoke on Wednesday nights’.