Dilemma’s, two possibilities but which do you choose?
Collette and I decided to escape to the sun. It was October and rainy London wasn’t very appealing so off we went to Rhodes for a girlie holiday. A holiday with a friend can test your relationship but not for me and Collette the girl from Liverpool, 20 years on and our friendship is still strong.
Our apartment was on a steep hill next to an army base (this is what happens when you book a last-minute cheap deal) so we decided to hire a scooter to get us to the beach. The man we hired it from was dodgy to say the least and didn’t look the type to be messed with. He may have been the Don of the island for all we knew and was probably known as ‘The Papa’ to anyone who feared him.
To cut a long story short, we crashed our mode of transport! We reached the top of that god forsaken hill and lost our balance. If this was a romance novel the soldiers from the barracks would be jumping over the fence to come and rescue the damsels in distress but this was more of a thriller than Mills and Boon. So there we were broken scooter and blooded knees…I still have the scars to remind me.
We were faced with an Olympic dilemma; take the broken the scooter back to ‘The Papa’ explain what happened and accept our fate or leave it outside his place of ‘business’ in the middle of the night? This covert operation would take some planning and after weighing up our limited options we decided to dumped it outside his shop…dishonest maybe but we were two girl’s in a foreign land and scared very scared!
The next day we sat in the local bar hiding behind our shades when a girl rode up in a scooter that had a familiar crack on the front; we recognized it instantly. Our unfortunate scooter was now in the hands of someone else. I can’t even begin to explain the relief we felt at that moment, this called for a bottle of Ouzo! We duped ‘The Papa’! There was no contest when faced with not one but two women with a brain, the downfall of gangsters throughout history.
Funny, we wanted to escape the British weather and ended up trying to escape from the sunshine of a Greek Island…imagine! It seems to me that when faced with a dilemma, trying to figure out which choice is the right one means taking a chance or that neither may be right at all. What if there is another option that you just can’t see because you are blinded by panic, fear even love?
As for me, I just want to reach a place where the sun shines. Metaphorically speaking, that could be anywhere.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2014