a couple of years ago
Me and my parents went over to Corfu, Greece for a family holiday, I wasn't really looking forward to it since it was two weeks in the middle of no where with no one to talk to and I was a teenager.

First night went fine, and we had a really nice villa, balconies, stone spiral staircase (remember that one its important) and the tavernas round the area were alright.

Twas the middle of the second day and I'm sat on the lower balcony reading my book. Then i heard:

*Thud*
*Thud*
*ahhhh crap*

I choose to ignore, because I'm a loving person, but more shouting from my father prompted me to put down the book and see what the hell was going on.

Walk into the villa and there is my dad sat on the chair, his leg pointing towards me, whilst his foot was facing somewhere to the left.

Phone ambulance, which is apparently the wrong thing to if your in Greece and your a tourist, you phone a doctor out instead, if you do that you get to go to the nice tourist hospital.

However if you phone an ambulance you get taken to the normal hospital. Which I dont care how bad some of the hospitals in the UK can get, its nothing compared to Greek ones.
My dad had broken alot of the bones in is ankle and obviously dislocated it, he stayed in the hospital for five days before with some very strange greek patients and doctors who didnt give a crap

By the time we had tried to get home from the hospital it was getting very late and trying to get a taxi was one of te hardest things to do, ended up sharing with some russian couple, to coe back and spend half an hour bawling down the phone to family members back in England, which doesnt look great in front of the rather nice looking Greek guys who had spent the whole of the da before trying to teach me greek

apologies for length, I'm extremly bored
(bryony*niamh kneecaps exist to be hit with clawhammers., Thu 2 Aug 2007, 16:47, Reply)