I drove to Greece
In Crawley, I bought a second hand Ford Fiesta, packed as many of my worldly goods as I could into it, said goodbye to my soon to be ex husband, kissed the cat and drove two streets away before I broke down and cried at the thought of leaving the cat.

First stop was Yorkshire to see my parents, then back south east to Folkestone for the ferry to Belgium. I then drove in a fairly straight line across Europe to Switzerland so I passed through France and Luxembourg and I cannot remember where else without looking at a map.

I stopped off in Montreux to see a friend and stayed for a month and then got lost and went to Germany instead of Italy. I returned to Switzerland and got on the right road and was scared to death of the Italian drivers, so instead of driving all the way to the port in the south I went to the nearest one.

I met a group of rally mechanics and got drunk on Amstell and they did not wait for me when I got off the ferry so continued alone to cross the Corinth canal and down to Costas, as far south as I could go on dry land and put the car in a secure car park and got the ferry to Spetses/Spetsai.

A few days later I went to see the mayor and he gave me permission to bring the car onto the island and I immediately drove it on to a little used road where it stayed till October and the end of the season when I was allowed to drive it.

It was the first time I had ever driven abroad.
(whiskas loved by 8 out of 10 cats, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 22:02, 1 reply)

the cat wanted to go with you

(CactusZack Shaved his coin purse on, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 22:31, closed)