Athens Greece

The constant din of the chirping cicada bugs is second in annoyance only to the searing heat of the pavement.
A young boy plays the accordion for the passing tourists, telling jokes and working the crowd of onlookers.
George, the tourist hustler, dressed in a grey sports coat with a teal blue polo shirt underneath is conversing/hustling a young male twosome in the same way that he had worked me the day before. Thankfully I hadn’t fallen prey. Later I had found out that this guy does this on a regular basis, he lures you to a bar for a friendly drink, beautiful women are introduced, and then the bill is skyward bound with you obliged to pay it. I think about rescuing these two with some clever save, but realize that if they aren’t smart enough to get out of this situation themselves, than they’re likely not smart enough to realize that I would be trying to help them. Continue Reading










