Sunday July 5, 1981

 _. 3rd Sunday after Trinity

Up at 10:30 and just made breakfast. Ally needed the orange juice. We walked to the village this afternoon and both bought red Greek trousers [350 drachmas each]. The little man in the shop insisted that Ally should try on her trousers before purchasing, and so she stripped behind the bacon slicer. I cashed a £50 traveller's cheque and bought our ferry tickets for the homeward voyage.

There was a sandstorm on our usual beach and so we took a short walk over the cliffs to a secluded cove full of naughty nude bathers. We had melon and pizza in a beach bar and walked back to the Armadoros.

Out tonight in our matching Greek trousers. I became intoxicated. The owner of our favourite cocktail bar told me he has been married for forty days and is going on honeymoon to Holland in October when the season ends. We did numerous taverns and arrived back at the hotel at 2am.

No sign of Philip or Gillian. Have they gone home perhaps?

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