Corfu and First Impressions
A Rocky Start - “Are you the travel writer?” Pete: I was sat on my bed at Salisbury District Hospital. Not exactly where I wanted to be with only 24 hours before being re-united with Erin at London Gatwick, and then catch our flight to Corfu the same day. I was anxiously watching the clock in hospital and constantly looking down the corridor to see if I could see any doctors: I had said to myself that if the doctors didn't come by noon I would probably not be discharged quickly enough to make the flight the next day. On top of this I was getting sick and tired of nurses taking my blood pressure and asking “Are you the travel writer?”, and saying how lucky I was, like I worked for Lonely Planet and made a load of money and lived this glamorous life style or something. I was getting a bit sick of having to explain it isn't like that at all, and I only make a few Euros an hour, and it's pretty much “the starving artist” lifestyle. I must have come across as a grumpy ...