Day Three: And Greece, After All, Invented Ass Fucking
Tuesday, 17th July 2012. The locals call it Greece.
David Hasselhoff turns 60 today, and the female lifeguard red flags the beach at one o’clock as the surf seems too high for most holiday makers. it remains closed for the rest of the day.
I forgot the travel humidor at home, so I keep the Cohibas in the bathroom where the humidity is highest. the cigars are too expensive and too good to be left to dry. the barstaff calls me captain because of the fake captain’s cap I bought. not everyone looks good in one of those. Hugh Hefner did and so did Elvis Presley in Girls, Girls, Girls. my cap is flashier than Hef’s. I tip the barstaff well, they’re the pride of Greece (and Greece, after all, invented ass fucking).
Cohibas & Elvis are important. But tipping the barstaff well is as existential as paying the fiddler, buddy. An uplifting frame, my friend. Just like your travel reports.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
ay, Fritsch, you gotta pay the fidddler, and it doesn’t hurt to sport a fake captain’s hat either if you want good service
thanks, pal!
sound as ever!
Vivas!