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October 08, 2009
Rhodes, Cambridge
It's been perhaps the longest hill on this 13 mile run, and Lindos bay is now before me - and below me. It's a fine sight, as long as I don't err too near the cliff edge.
An old Greek man has been watching me up the final stretch; I'm clearly more interesting than day time TV. And by the way, please kill me when I cease to be...
'Go on, Cambridge!' he shouts merrily. (Pronounced 'Kimeblij')
I laugh out loud in the dry air. So he has guessed I'm English, and its probably the white legs that are the giveaway. (I'm still telling everyone i arrived yesterday, even though I've been here ten days.)
My Greek friend is wrong about the university town, but here amongst the goats, rocks, sun and dust, it doesn't matter very much.
Let's be honest, it doesn't matter very much anywhere.
Posted by Mr Bojangles at October 8, 2009 04:21 PM