The saga began at an unspeakable hour of the day
When we left London and took a taxi-cab
Down to Gatwick. From there, half-way
Across Europe to Cephalonia airport, to grab
An oven-hot coach and begin a journey straight
Out of fable. First, the city of Argostoli,
And its impossibly narrow streets. Undulat-
ing like an eel, our bus moved on to worse folly,
Negotiating the goat-track roads that cling
To the curves of the unsayably beautiful head-
lands and turquoise bays delimiting the isle, to bring
Us to Fiscardo. From the quay, we gingerly thread-
ed our way along the ship’s gang-plank to embark
On the short last leg of our voyage. But hark....
When we left London and took a taxi-cab
Down to Gatwick. From there, half-way
Across Europe to Cephalonia airport, to grab
An oven-hot coach and begin a journey straight
Out of fable. First, the city of Argostoli,
And its impossibly narrow streets. Undulat-
ing like an eel, our bus moved on to worse folly,
Negotiating the goat-track roads that cling
To the curves of the unsayably beautiful head-
lands and turquoise bays delimiting the isle, to bring
Us to Fiscardo. From the quay, we gingerly thread-
ed our way along the ship’s gang-plank to embark
On the short last leg of our voyage. But hark....
(3.4.1997)
