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entry 25 - 2nd December 01
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Swimming to Turkey "Hey, guys, let's swim to bloody Turkey!" (You can see Turkey from Pythagoro Beach, by the way, it's about three miles). "I don't think I can swim that far," I said. "Hey, don't worry mate, we can make it easily!" I told him no way, but Yoko and Yappy - oblivious to what he was saying, they thought he meant just swim out as far as the rocks - were yelping with glee... "Yoko and Yappy shwim Shteev," said Yoko. "D-D-Dackan no shwim Shteev," added Yappy. And off they went, all hanging onto Yoko's slightly worse for wear lilo, feet thrumming away in a blur, the girls giggling and glugging. Until I couldn't hear them any more. And then couldn't even see them. I waited for an hour then got the bus back to the hotel, where I notified Lefterios, the hotel's owner, as to their possible plight. And now I'm in my room, eating some bread and spam,
and as far as I know all three of them are dead. (Or maybe they did actually make
it to Turkey, which is possibly even worse).
See you next week!
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