By Annabel Candy
The Australians we’d met in Greece were flying from Athens to Munich for the Oktober Fest. An annual event which attracts beer swillers from around the world. They wanted us to join them and we were keen.
I pointed out that, since my stoic travel companion Karen and I had a short stopover in Yugoslavia before flying on to London, we could just get off the plane in Yugoslavia. From there we’d hitchhike to Munich and, when our money ran out, back to London.
Helped by the thought of being reunited with her new handsome Australian boyfriend, who’d been working as a bar tender in Ios Karen agreed. Amazingly so did the cheap, dodgy and probably long defunct airline.
In Yugoslavia we careened along the motorway in tiny Renault four whose teenage driver... More...
