Twelve months in Corfu: our big fat Greek gap year comes to an end
After the mother ship's arrival on the quayside, I am sitting on a Superfast ferry, ploughing through the Adriatic towards Ancona, Italy. It might be superfast but it will still take seventeen hours to get there. Luckily, Mr Grigg upgrades us from aircraft seats to a proper cabin. Nice one. Our big fat Greek gap year has come to an end, our last day spent in the village watching the world and his wife go by. Our ox-strong neighbour is chopping wood, Canadian George stops for a chat with a scrumped bag of mandarins. And the Albanian handyman gives us a salute as he strolls by with his strimmer. The purple school bus 'Michalis 1' disgorges its secondary school passengers as a new stray dog trots off to sit near some English people who are eating at a taverna table. We tuck into village sausage, moussaka and Greek salad at Elizabeth's as the accountant comes home from work in his big four by four, the errand boy shuffles past in bright green trainers and t...