Van Life — part 7 — A Bar on a Beach

Day 26, 8 August, Saturday
We walked to Karousades Village. It seemed uninhabited. There were many old houses in ruins, abandoned shops, and restaurants. It was like going back in time somewhere after the second world war. Almost unbearable silence, only one Greek flag, discolored from the sun, waving in the wind and some skinny cats meowing.

Day 27, 9 August, Sunday

The day I was a hater.

They say: “If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” I completely ignore that.
A very young couple is calling the waiter, who is also the owner, “the servant.” OMG! I guess that in 2020 anything is possible: traveling through time and space, disposing of unnecessary neurons, being pretentious assholes.
Another “fun experience”: we went to a big empty restaurant, we sat at a remote table in…