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| Bicycle touring Crete. An old man rode towards us, carrying a switch with which to encourage his beast. He stopped alongside us and said hello, then pointed to our bikes, and uttered something in Greek neither Sharon nor I understood. Surveying the terrain surrounding us, however, I imagined he was admonishing us: "You'd better get a donkey! There are hills ahead!" |
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