After my first visit to Europe in 1964, I had dreadfully itchy feet!
I met an Australian girl who had worked as a governess in Greece, and I was
determined to do the same. I was teaching in Salisbury in 1965, so I was
lucky enough to be able to attend evening classes in modern Greek at the
University. By the time I got to Greece I thought I was pretty good at the
language - HA! I soon learnt how little I knew....
Anyway, I set off with a couple of introductions but no job lined up.
UDI had happened a few months before I left, and luckily for me Greece was one
of the few countries which accepted Rhodesian passports.
So, with the confidence of youth, I stepped off into the unknown...
