A Chelsea Morning
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Chania,
Greece
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Chania ... shit; I'm still only in Chania ... Been here almost a week now... waiting for a mission... getting softer; every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger. Each time I look around, the walls move in a little tighter.
The all clear on the GI parasite was sounded too early. Sneak attack after dinner Monday kept me pinned down, sleepless. Went to ground yesterday eating nothing, drinking only water, gin, raki and ouzo. Staying out of the sun and the heat. Sleeping like a dog. Cowering in my room at The Dodgy like a denizen of The Chelsea. Red-eyed, unshaven and scaring the chambermaid when she came in to leave fresh towels.
Now it's Wednesday morning around 8 and I at least look like a tourist again. Might stick to the water and alcohol diet another day. The Thin Man was never sick a day in his life.
