One last shot at shopping in Delphi

After dinner we decided to do a little more window shopping. Along the route we ran into Mike who said his mother had deposited more money in his account and that it was up to him whether he should get the helmet or not. Bad idea, Mom. The money was burning a hole in his pocket as we returned to the other end of town where the helmet store stood. We brought along our Greek interpretor, Jim. Between Jim's BS'ing and Mike's firm refusal to pay no more than 150 Euro, they talked the shopkeeper down almost 50 Euro. I think he threw a little dagger in with the deal too. A pretty good deal for a rather well-made souvenir. The helmet was disaasembled and packed into a specially padded box. It would be a pain to carry around but it seemed pretty safe. At one point Gail asked if I wanted to get one. I said "no", but typing this now, I almost wish I had bought one. It would definitely be a unique conversation piece. Most of our group wanted to go the disco later but I can't handle that so-called music so Mr. Excitement went back to his room, watched a little TV and then tried to sleep.