Was talking to someone who lived in Athens. It reminded me of when we were coming back to England from Saudi Arabia many years ago. We had flown to Beirut, then got a boat which ended up in Crete, had a holiday in Crete then got another boat to Athens. We were due to sail to Sicily, but stopped off to visit Athens.
All was well for a few days, we ate in tavernas and looked around, ending up with a son et lumiere on the Acropolis.
Next day we were wandering about and suddenly saw quite a few soldiers with guns and lorries. In no time at all there were guns going off and loud bangs which turned out to be tear gas bombs. Discretion being the better part of valour, we hotfooted it back to the hotel, where we stayed, tearful and exhausted, in our room. It is amazing how vile tear gas is, your eyes absolutely pour, and you feel totally exhausted and have to lie down for hours.
The next day things were relatively normal, but we were not unhappy to be taking our leave. I think this was the night of the military coup.
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