Those were the days when I was as free as a bird...
Jouni, with its fine low rise hotels, noisy bazaars and night clubs, and its miles of pure yellow soft yielding white beaches, covered in sunbeds and umbrellas, was a two fingered gesture at the war across the bay. I always marvelled at the pure hypocracy of a people at war a mere 15 miles across... Sign in to see full entry.