When we got back to the shop, I helped him unload the drinks from the car and put them away in the fridge. In the meantime he set about providing a slap up breakfast for me – eggs, bread, tomatoes, cheese, coffee etc. I couldn’t finish the feast. When I was all set to leave, Alex asked me if I didn’t want to stay again tonight – and looked crestfallen when I shook my head to say no.
I feel dreadfully sorry for him - which I’m sure he would hate. He seems to be a lonely, depressed, bereaved and overweight man who has completely lost his way. The ‘shop’ is virtually empty, apart from drinks in the fridge. It is mostly empty shelves with a few potatoes going to seed in a box. But agreeing to stay with him had been a huge mistake on my part in the first place- and we do that continental air kiss on the cheek goodbye and I cycle off in the direction I’d intended to go the night before – towards Kalithea and Farilaki.
The hunt for the knitting shop that Facebook had said was in Farilaki took me around and around until I realised Facebook lied –the shop is actually in Rhodes town itself. So I headed off to the Studio room I’d booked for that night, and very comfortable it was.