The car rental manager in Rethymno, Crete: “What’s the problem?”
“A slow leak in the left rear tire,” I said. “I have to put air in it every morning.”
A thick layer of dust covered the car. He gave it the once over, hands on hips.
“Where have you been?”
In light of the present problem, I didn’t want to admit that I’d driven the compact to the furthest reach of a gravelly, pot-holed two-track at the end of Rodopos Peninsula.
“I’ve been all over your wonderful island.”
That was at least the truth. Although I hadn’t done it all during this latest trip.
He nodded at the rear window, opaque with dust. “Do you see anything?”
“I never look back!”