I got hardly any sleep that night – worried about what Alex’s dastardly plans might be and running through all the worst possible scenarios in my head. (I’ve read far too many horror and crime detective books in my time). The full moon shone in the windows and made the room very light. At one point, something disturbed the dogs outside and they all started howling in unison – it was really spooky. As soon as it was light, I packed up all my gear, parked my bags near the door and got a book out and read until there were signs of life downstairs. Alex came upstairs around 2 hours later, showered and dressed. He lumbered out to feed the dogs and said the shower room was free if I wanted to use it. Once the door was open, I got all my bags out next to the car and there was no way I was going back inside. I mumbled something about saying hello to the dogs. He gave me a bottle of water and a carton of orange juice in lieu of tea or coffee. I don’t know if he realised how scared I’d been, but Alex was the epitome of propriety that morning. He explained our timetable – a quick call into the cash and carry to get more drinks to replenish the fridge then back to open up the shop – and have breakfast there. He even explained the route – a circular one.
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.
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.
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