Many moons ago when the world was new, we went on holiday to Crete. Narrowly avoiding the fleshpots of Malia (a town where english people think it is OK to weave on motorbikes through the pedestrians, whilst clad only in shorts (flesh wounds on crashed motorbikes heal oh so easily when you are abroad), crossing the road on blind corners is an acceptable practice, and fish and chips are de rigeur)we toured about and attempted the newly discovered sport of geocaching. One cache was located at the summit of Mount Idi or Psiloritis (2456M/8000 feet-ish). Ignoring the warnings on the webpage (boots, camping gear, torches, emergency equipment etc), I decided we could easily drive there in the hire car. So, several hours later, up a dirt track with precipitous drops on one side, and having been followed by a shepherd in a 4x4 who was no doubt carrying out a sanity check, we gave up a mile from it where it was, as the track petered out. The car hire fellow ignored our warnings that the brakes were fucked after our descent (8000 feet to sea level, dirt track). The car was on the forecourt the next day.
Being new to these things, I left a geocache at Potamies Church on the road to the Lasithi Plateau. It took several months to get it approved, as, I later discovered, I was supposed to maintain the damn thing (this was a long time ago, in an innocent, naive world). Eventually, this was resolved, and today, with the help of many others, this cache has been visited nearly 150 times. The poor old boy who holds the key to the byzantine church must really be wondering what is going on. Great!
Roxie check: talking (vaguely), recognition (acceptable), road to recovery (several months), Justin return to USA (promised to be financed by her dad), Justin communication with his father (wholly commendable).
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Glad to hear some good news of Roxie - it may be a long road to recovery, but at least she's on it.
The start of that post reminds of a holiday I once had in Ibiza!
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