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To those who love the island and my friend Sissi from Vienna who is in Parikia these days - my jealousy deep from my heart is with you all the time!!
I really enjoyed the "Kamaki Tales" by Robert Barratt. For 22 years I've watched these scenes, arriving by boat (to be honest: isn't it boring to arrive by plane?) And here is my public excuse for bad thoughts:
Often, when I arrived really exhausted, probably sick from the lovely toilets on old boats (in former times), I rushed through the port area like a war vessel. I never needed a room because I always had mine reserved in advance by phone. I passed the kamakis - some of them I knew, but mostly it was just an annoying crowd, sometimes trying to hold my arm, jumping on us. I hurried through this crowd, waving them away, head between my shoulders, and only started breathing again when I reached the market place. It felt like a survival course!
Since reading the "Tales" I feel so sorry (and I won't say what exactly my thoughts were....). Now I see and think about their job, how they work often at night or in heat and dust and traffic. And how they are treated from ignorant visitors like me.
Sorry girls and guys - next time I'll be polite and say 1000 times: "oxi efxaristo - exo mia domatia"(or something like that)!