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    Stuck in Greece
    Stuck in Greece
    Stuck in Greece
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    Stuck in Greece

    By Joei Carlton Hossack

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    While traveling in Greece and stranded high on a mountain road Paul and author Joei Carlton Hossack learn that the Gulf War had started in the middle of the night. Plans changed in an instant.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJoei Carlton Hossack
    Release dateAug 25, 2013
    ISBN9781301929535
    Stuck in Greece
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    Joei Carlton Hossack

    Joei Carlton Hossack is the author of 6 main stream travel books and produces her own line of books called Mini Reads. She is an entertaining and inspirational speaker, a travel-writing and memoir-writing teacher and an amateur photographer. She was born in Montreal and has traveled extensively. She has spent 25 years as an RVer and when not traveling she resides in British Columbia.

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      Stuck in Greece - Joei Carlton Hossack

      Stuck

      In

      Grease

      Greece

      By: Joei Carlton Hossack

      Surrey, British Columbia

      Connect with: Joei Carlton Hossack

      JoeiCarlton.H@gmail.com

      www.JoeiCarlton.Com

      www.facebook.com/JoeiCarlton

      www.twitter.com/JoeiCarlton

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      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopy or any information storage or retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher, except for a reviewer who may quote brief passages.

      COPYRIGHT: 2013 Joei Carlton Hossack

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      Stuck in Grease Greece

      Chapter 1:

      One last hot shower

      The Gulf War had started sometime in the middle of the night and the government promised to start issuing gas masks to the local residents within the next few days.

      For the hundredth time I read the lead story on the front page of the newspaper hoping that a miracle would occur during or after one of the readings and the words would mean something totally different. They didn’t, of course. We had to get out.

      All other cars, cube vans, campers and trucks with and without tractor trailers were now on board the ferry. Paul and I were alone on the dock. We said nothing, afraid we would scream at each other should a word or syllable escape through parted lips. I was on the verge of crying and knew if I had to say anything it would come out in sobs. Every nerve ending in my body felt like a hot pinprick that stabbed at my scalp and worked its way down to other places - intimate places – places that were shriveling and hiding deep inside my body. I kept my hands balled into fists.

      Paul and I paced back, forth and around our little home-on-wheels. We had been doing it for so many hours that I would not have been surprised to see a well-worn path circling our camper like the path through the woods to Granny’s house. As we watched for any movement from the longshoremen, we waited and prayed that there would be enough space for one more small, high-top camping car in the ship’s hold.

      Our once-in-a-lifetime adventure had started so innocently…..how had we gotten ourselves into such a mess?

      I remember……

      * * * *

      We said goodbye to our friends Amy and Norman Prestup from New Jersey, whom we had met and become instant friends with only weeks before in Rome, Italy. They would be touring Sicily for a week or so because, although they had traveled through most of the world, they had never been to the toe of Italy’s boot. Paul and I decided to head to Greece where all the necessities of life would be a little cheaper.

      We sailed all night and most of the next morning on the Lydia from Brindisi, Italy to Corfu, Greece. It was a long, ass-numbing voyage with worn-and-torn bench seats and chairs that were old when I was a girl. They surrounded thick wooden tables that were warped from the sea air but we didn’t care. We had been living in a small French camping vehicle, a Renault Trafic that we had purchased in England, for over a year and had been on so many ferries and crossed so many bodies of water that we found it easy to amuse ourselves and each other no matter what the circumstances.

      We walked the narrow hallways sticking our noses out into the chilly night air to see if anyone else was checking out our latest mode of transportation but we were alone. We stepped onto the outside deck to see a heaven full of stars so close we both reached out to see if we could touch them. They seemed just beyond our fingertips and we stared in awe for a long time. It never got old.

      We peered over the side but the water was as black as death and I suddenly felt chillier inside than out. I worried that my glasses would slide down my nose that was slowly going numb and slip into the briny deep with the faintest of noises. I stepped back from the railing.

      Paul wrapped his arms around me and we stayed long enough to rub noses and snuggle. As much as I was enjoying it, an electric blanket set to high would have suited me better. My fingers started aching with the cold and rubbing them no longer helped. I warned Paul that if we didn’t go inside immediately I would warm them in places on his body unprepared for an icepack. He shivered in mock terror and opened the door before my hands went exploring. The sudden warmth was delicious.

      Although we had taken our black-and-fuchsia, visible-from-outer-space, knapsack with us, we had spread our books, playing cards and a few postcards and pens on a round table that would easily accommodate six or eight people in the lounge. When we finally thought about it, we rushed back to see that our meager possessions were still there and that no one had shoved our stuff to one side or taken our table. They hadn’t and the lounge was still half empty. English was not amongst the languages that we heard around us.

      We played card games, cribbage being Paul’s favorite and the more tired I became the more he had to add up my score in addition to his own. I know he would never dream of cheating but I never won…..not once…..and when I was so tired I couldn’t keep my eyes open, he offered to play gin rummy, a game I could play while half asleep.

      Food helped us stay awake a little longer. Before leaving our van in the bowels of the ferry I had raided our cupboards and refrigerator, and while going through all the different card games, we nibbled on rock-hard cookies that needed a

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