Kefalonia was nothing like its island neighbour of Zante (or Chavos as I liked to call it.) The latter was where the youth of Britain woke up at midday, then after enjoying a Full English with HP Sauce, they would clamber aboard the banana boats. Next, after attaining their much-sought after All-Over-Red-Body-Tan, they would spend the evening drinking copious amounts of Mythos before being either arrested or finding a cocktail bar to vomit in. Thankfully though, Kefalonia, the largest of the Ionian Islands, was a bit more cultured than all that. To be honest, Angela and I never thought we’d do a package holiday again. Everything about them made us shudder, starting with the plane load of British holidaymakers, all eager and excited, armed with sun cream and sun hats. Then to the hell on earth
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