Cicadas greeted us with singing, I felt a welcome in my feet Then while Steve went into an old abandoned monastery For a *** I sat on a wall covered in tangled fruit and flowers And a big brown beautiful creature walked up to me went past Disappeared into the trees I told Steve and he stamped and screamed On my first visit seeing what he wanted to see
He went off with some woman
I slept in the open under a tree full of spiders Lightening bounced sideways above Sang to the sea till the sun shone People shouting at scorpions by night Sang and laughed with them by day I gazed into the oleander Drank water from a temple spring Stood on one foot on a cliff edge over blue sea Washed my hair with the water snakes Sat on a stone for a day till grasshoppers gave up And allowed me to see them Made friends with a big brown bee Danced naked on the sand
Flew home again with Steve
While we were there war broke out in Yugoslavia and in a strange series of events my uncle Peter was brought from Canada and piloted the plane home over the Italian mountains. Steve went back, ate a drugged sandwich and woke up in hospital with no passport.