I did not like the movie at all! I watched it on a plane and thought that it deserved another chance on a larger screen, but sitting under the stars in very good company with a stella did not help. It is not a film for me, but then I never liked ABBA.
I do however love Greece and I have been there many times including two beautiful weeks on Zakynthos,
(sorry, I realise that it is Zante in English, but I keep forgetting) with my then teenage son. Until that year there had only been charter flights from very few countries and the local people were only used to tourists from Norway and England and individual travellers who had discovered this Ionian gem. We used to go to Greece every summer and that year my son and I had studied all the travel catalogues without even talking about it, and both come up with the very same hotel right on the beach on Zakynthos of all places. We were not disappointed.
I know the feeling of planning a trip somewhere and warming up with music, movies and food from that culture in anticipation of what is going to happen there. It is part of the holiday and I am sure that you will enjoy it until October, Scottishtourist, and that good memories will take over.
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There were some bitter expats there who had regrets but were not ready to return to England and Ireland. They told me stories of tourists with the
MDID syndrome. It seemed that all the men were named "Dennis" after the local saint Dionysious. A local man asked me if I was English, and I said "No, Danish" "Yes", he said "are you English?" "NO, Danish." "Yeees, are you English?" The tenth time, I said:"DAAAANIISH!" and he said:"Yes, me DENNIS, where are you from?"
When I came to Egypt and saw the gigolos, I recognised the habits of the Greek
kamakis. They seemed to follow the same script, but the kamakis were mainly looking for sex, though I have seen some cases of women who were cunned in Greece, and that was just as ugly as any story I have heard in Luxor. It has been some years and things may have changed, but gender roles in the nineties were not that different on the Greek islands that I have visited than today in neighboring Egypt. I once spend some winter months on an island that I thought I knew well, and suddenly all the young men from the beaches and bars had young local wives who had hardly left the house during tourist season
I only met prosperous and romantic men and lonely expats on Zakynthos and if I had not been lucky to have my son with me, it would probably have prepared me even more for what was awaiting in Luxor years later. Of course we meet people when we travel, but I have never traveled anywhere expecting or in order to meet others. In Luxor I met myself.
