Paros 93 & 95
i set off alone in '93, we had both been on paros at the same time & never met, didn't meet her 'till i was in sydney, all that way and meet a bird from skem who used to go to the same club in wigan, told her if i'd met her in wigan and she said she was from skem i would've been right out of there, crap chat up line i know but 14 years later.....
didn't really encounter any probs at all, never got ripped off or anything, maybe just lucky i guess, i did think i was gonna get shot by a crack dealer in detroit though.......on my 1st day away, gave him an embassy No. 1 though and he was made up, didn't take up his offer of a lady immediately after his offer of rocks though, it was a long walk down that street i can tell yas, shitting myself daring to not look over my shoulder, when i did he was still reading the writing on the No.1, i was the white man in detroit that day,cars were slowing down to stare at me and point in amazement. the guy in the hotel said,"YOU WENT WHERE !!! we don't go there"
only grief i can remember was the fruit picking in italy, the caribinieri would drag you out of the tent every morning in your bills to check your passport.