Zakynthos
On the way back to our holiday flats after a heavily-ouzoed evening at one of the local Brit-friendly bars (although every bar and restaurant on the entire island appeared to fit that criterion), a couple of the lads in our group started arguing about whether Greek men were inherently chauvinistic and whether the honour of a female member of our party needed defending, after she'd been hit on in a spectacularly clumsy fashion by a local guy at the bar whose sole charm lay in his bulging muscles.

By the time we'd got to the small car park behind the villas that housed the apartment complex's dumpsters, voices were beginning to be raised and, in best "come and have a go if you think you're hard enough" tradition, the lads started pushing and shoving each other around. The resultant shouting and grappling and clanging and swearing triggered the appearance of a wild-haired Greek in a string vest on his balcony opposite us, shouting whatever the Greek is for "STAY ABOUT FROM MY BINS!"
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Thu 24 Apr 2014, 16:42, 1 reply)

It pays to be cautious.
Unfortunately, what you were is shit-faced... ;)
( joefish It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks, Thu 24 Apr 2014, 16:46, closed)