Great idea We were in Zante aged 19 one of those get pissed and pull type holidays, there was seven of us in order for us to have more booze money we stayed in a series of apartments a mile or so walk away from the main strip I would actually say two but you know what travel agents are like...The area nearby had a mini supermarket some dreadful bar which served Stella and fry ups with Bernard Manning style comedians and toga parties for entertainment it was popular with people from Leeds, also there was a nightclub which had foam parties with a grand attendance of about 60 people it looked EPIC! The actual apartments were actually situated in a series of fields with vines it was quite picturesque.
The complex itself was a series of different apartment buildings three or so stories high with a pool area and a big bar/restaurant venue the owner was an eccentric Greek chap called Yianni very stout and stocky must of been all of about 5'3 tall complete with a mullet tied into a ponytail at the back, I have never met anyone who speaks in a Greek accent one minute then turns Cockney all of sudden, he loved England and would proudly talk to us about the many Karate and Judo tournaments he'd won. Above the bar which he manned with his heavily pregnant wife was an assortment of decorational weapons Japanese Katana's, Bo Staffs, Medieval Broadswords, Maces and Axes etc.
In general we went to the beach during the day and the bars along the strip at night but occasionally we went to the pool or to the bar for a few drinks before we went out, the population of the apartments consisted mostly of Brummies in their early 20's, two miserable Lesbian teachers from Nottingham, a Welsh family and two middle aged couples from the East End. We got on with everyone Yianni ran a tight shift he was fair but firm he had words with us one morning about our music we all shook hands a round of drinks on the house all was forgotten about.
All was ok until one morning at 5 AM we can hear screaming outside our door it's one of the Brummie girls someone has tried to kidnap her and pull her into a van, we let her stop our room pour her drink she texts her friends, some of us go out to see if the vans still there and some of the others to find staff to call the cops, ten or so minutes later her holiday romance who staying elsewhere turned up with a plank of wood threatening to kill people smashing it against trees going mad, in fairness afterwards he did buy us a bottle of vodka for looking after her but he was still a bit of cock.
Everything went a bit on edge but as we entered the second week all seemed back to normal, we decide to stop in there is BBQ'd Greek lamb and house wine it was a good laugh as it progressed we all get even more pissed Yianni is a bit half cut too but get's in a strop for no reason and storms up to his room, a couple of the Brummies decide to try throw one another into the pool Yianni's head appears out of an upstairs hatch shouting at a about 100mph in Greek/Cockney 'Get out the f*cking pool, if you go in my pool I'll f*cking kill you!' He went on an furious tirade for about 5 minutes the bar and pool area cleared some people even ran away! We go back to our room start on the beers in the Fridge and sit on the balcony smoking having a laugh but trying to work out what just happened, we could still hear Yianni from about 75 metres away going ballistic at the staff members at the time we found it hilarious. Suddenly we can hear a commotion from up the road Yianni is shouting at one of the complexes his wound up and on warpath he appears outside ours armed with one of his ****ing Samurai swords from the bar threatening us screaming at us to get off the balcony and go to bed even though it's about 8 o'clock, needless to say we stopped what we were doing and went straight out not returning to well into the early hours to avoid the potential blood bath a day or two later we saw Yianni he was quite ashamed about his behaviour but we all tell he wanted to kill us all, I was glad to get out of there.
Apologies for War and Peace but if you ever meet this lunatic you've been warned.
Never been so scared in my life, thought we were going to get a whipping or something but managed to kiss enough arse however to walk away with nothing but a $500 fine - which equated to just under five million kip, never seen so many notes in my life!!
we really didn't care as it got us out of imminent danger or death!
