We decided that Mom would come with me for a couple of weeks and then head home. We are flying into Athens via Bangor, Maine. We have tickets in hand so we are confirmed! No waiting around to see if there are no shows this time. Why Bangor? The flight is coming in from Dallas full of Holy Rollers and Bangor is a refuelling stop.
Our bus to Bangor left at 10 a.m. and we got a lift from the Platts to the bus terminal in Montreal. Why do so many weird looking people take Greyhound? We had to change buses in the terminal as the air conditioning was not working. We stopped to pick up a few passengers in Sherbrooke Quebec and soon after that it was customs. We then stopped at a series of hick towns in Maine. The temperature outside was 98. A strange old man with a big beard was sitting in font of us. He had a terrible hacking cough then spat into his bottle of grape juice and put it on the floor and it started rolling up and down the aisles making a clunking noise. Upon arrival we took a cab and checked in to the Twin Cities motel where we stayed on our way home from Frankfurt last year. We are in room 216 and had a rest as we were grunged out from bus travel. Not the better way to travel. We had a swim at the outdoor pool and dinner at the White Elephant. We ate there last year. The food was fantastic and these Yanks know how to serve a hungry teenager. I watched the late-night movie called “The Hustler” which was excellent.
10July1973: Flying to Athens with Texan Holy Rollers Hitting the Bourbon and Seven Up
We had a planeload of Baptists from Dallas to deal with. I heard, “Honey. Bourbon and Seven please.” These Baptists know how to pound back their bourbon. Well Mom and I pounded down lots of milk as who knows when I’ll see that beverage again. Mom phoned our friend Niovi in Athens and we were shocked to hear she was now divorced. It was either a ship to Varna in Bulgaria or another Greek island and we chose the Greek island of Ios.