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I had been in Greece no more than an hour and here I was already at a water-side café.
Greece and Turkey, September 1994
Dougburnett2003-11-22 11:11:32
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that is blooming with Bougainvillea. I crossed the old town and found a taxi to take me into the nondescript new town - that's where all the modern hotels are located. I went to the Astri and took a room ($67). It's a top-of-the-line, full service place - reputed to be the best in Rhodes. It was a splurge for my last few days in Greece.
That night on my way back to the old town for dinner, I noticed a bar called the Presleys, which featured Elvis music. Now I'm a unapologetic Elvis fan - the young Elvis, for the record - I grew up in that era. I figured it would be fun to hang out there later. After the standard grilled meat, rice and tomato dinner, I headed back. The place has an open front with half the seats inside and half out. It's full of Elvis kitsch - hip gyrating clocks, painted busts and three-D pictures. For entertainment they play an unending stream of Elvis videos that are displayed on larger TVs. I took a seat outside, ordered a glass of wine and asked for an early Elvis tape.
While I was sitting enjoying the warm night, three young women came in and sat at the next table. Soon we fell into conversation. They were from Dublin and having a week holiday on Rhodes. After exchanging names, they complained that my name, Doug - they pronounced it "Dewgh" - wasn't a "proper name" and insisted on calling me "Dewghlas." The woman sitting closest to me turned out to be a quite knowledgeable Elvis fan, which surprised me, as she was half my age. When I told them I was from Detroit - actually Ann Arbor, but the differences is lost with distance - they turned out to be Motown music fans too. I commented that one of my favorite movies is The Commitments - about a group of Dubliners who form a soul band. This prompted them to claim that the Irish were the most soulful of all people - an idea I scoffed at. But later, on reflection, I tend to agree. I have always regarded Blue grass music as blue-eyed
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