Ancient Greece
When I was a young and innocent 17 year old my convent school (bet you never realised I was an ex-convent girl….) organised a trip to Greece so that those doing the relevant A levels can get a really good taste of Greeks Greece…

We flew into Athens and spent the night there….opposite a brothel….(is it me or am I detecting a certain theme running through my stories….the sad thing is I haven’t made either of them up….). Anyway, so cue 10 rather ‘interested’ convent girls hanging out of the hotel windows trying to see what actually happens at brothel opposite….And cue certain ‘customers’ hoping to score with said convent girls…..I believe at that point one particularly ‘exhibitionist’ girl decided to show off some of her assets….Cue the ladies opposite getting very, very angry at possible trade being taken by nubile convent girls….

The following day we set off on a coach to Corinth, saw the ruins, pretended we were performing Euripides plays (see, a bit of culture for you there!). Then it’s onto the hotel where they have laid on a welcome party for us….This consists of the local band playing traditional music, lots and lots of Ouzo and then lots and lots of waiters dancing with hankies and then dancing with us….And Mother Superior…oh yes…didn’t I mention it? She’d come with us….Fortunately she went to bed early the previous night so missed out on our bit of fun….But not party night, oh no…And it turned out she was rather fond of ouzo….And started the dancing with the waiters…..I also discovered a predilection for ouzo and my recollection of the night is hazy, but I have it on good authority (from one of my oldest friends, Mad but lovely Jules – the one who pushes people off balconies) that I was rather friendly with most of the waiters…even the ones with moustaches….Eeeewwww!!!

A whistle-stop tour of the most famous sights of ancient Greece followed over the next week including running away from Spartan men who curb crawled us all over town one evening…..A narrow escape from a shop in Athens where the guy working there wanted to give myself and Jules a very personal present…he resorted to offering us money…we told him we were good Catholic girls…he didn’t believe us….

And the last and biggest problem involved the lovely Jules, again….

I was sharing a room with Ana…a very, very pretty South African girl, long blonde hair, the works, Jules is also a stunning blonde so they were attracting a great deal of attention when we went out – I have dark hair and dark eyes, typical Celtic colouring which meant that the Greeks were interested in me, but in Ana & Jules far more so….Oh, and they were fascinated by Fee…who comes from Cameroon ….So the four of us have been taking an early evening stroll around the town…we were instructed to always go out in groups of four or more….We had been curb crawled, leered at, whistled, etc. etc….And thought that we had escaped when we got back to the hotel….There on the fire escape is our fan club….6 very hairy Greek young men…hoping for the convent girls to open up the door and welcome them in….We run to our rooms….and think we’re safe…..

Three hours later I wake up to the hammering on mine and Ana’s door….open the door and there is Jules begging to come in because Fee has decided to sort the Greeks out….very loudly….in her and Jules room…..So Jules spends the night with me and Ana…..

Mother Superior never did find out why we kept swapping rooms….But they never ran a trip like that again……
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 17:04, Reply)