Change
After the excitement of this morning’s subterranean adventures, the mood rather dramatically changed when we got back to the hotel and I switched on the TV. The BBC World feed kept blanking out, but I caught something about a bombing in London.
It took a while for me to realise exactly what was going on, flicking through the numerous foreign language news channels searching for information. Luckily one of them was broadcasting Sky News pictures and I could just about make out their onscreen text behind the other channel’s superimposed graphics. Although I’ve complained about the size of them in the past, I’ll now be forever grateful that their text is big enough to read from behind other onscreen clutter.
After what seemed like an age, BBC World reappeared and I was able to get the full story. I’d been trying to get through to the UK on the phone, but there didn’t seem to be any international phonelines so the BBC output was an immediate comfort. Thank you BBC.
The conference had its final session and closing ceremony in the afternoon, in perhaps a slightly more somber atmosphere than would have otherwise been apparent.
This evening we went for a drive towards the centre of the island to the town of P�rgos. However, with the roads being as steep and twisted as they were, we decided against staying on until after dark. Instead, we came back to Pythag�rio to enjoy some more fantastic Souvlaki at one of the shops on the main street.