There were no commandos at Vung Ro

As I sit at this terminal, in an Internet spot in Larissa (LAH-ri-ssa), Greece, the kid sitting next to me is fighting the Viernam War. I think he’s having more success than I and my fellow vets did. BOOM! there went a mortar team.

Athens seems so long ago. That’s what happens when you step into your Fiat Punto , a pig of a car on the best of days, and take off through the Greek countryside. Every town you come upon is so much of an adventure that you can’t remember what you were doing five minutes ago much less two days.

Last night we stayed in a hotel on the coast in a village called Galixadi . The night before that in an alpine resort called Elatos . The geography couldn’t have been more different - beach- to ski-bum country.

Oh, hell, now that kid just cut somebody in half with his k-bar. Blood all over snow. Rambo city! I gotta go.

Below : Our pig of a Fiat Punto took us all over Central Greece, which earned it a rest here on the port of the resort town Galaxadi.