I took a small room in the harbour town in Ios. I settled in for the night asking for a bottle of water before getting to sleep.
It was 1982 and the tourist industry had picked up and therefore this was good cover for myself. I bedded down realising how humid it was.
On the wall I could just visually make out an insect on the wall. A mosquito?
I wasnt sure if this be a local insect or one of the more dangerous type. I tried to sleep. An hour into the night I was disturbed.
Mosquitos can cause viral diseases such as dengue fever and chikungunya. Dengue fever is the most common cause of fever in travellers
returning from the Carribean, Central America & South Central Asia. Severe dengue fever can be fatal = Covid?
A black crow had entered into my room. It seemed she had a staff key to gain entry. The woman quietly stepped over to me by the bedside and poured a sachet of
powder into my glass of water. She quickly escaped. I was disturbed and turned over. I searched to take a sip of water. Dosed and disturbed I slowly opened my eyes
to a very disturbed train of thought. (Jackanory was fictitious stories on the BBC - this story is for real!).
The bottle of water was spiked. I was poisoned!
I was kept well aware of in training at the forces base back in England the misuse of illicit drugs was a major offence. This I took note of,
but on this occasion I was on the receiving end. Some minutes later I woke up very dazed and was able to escape from the premises, although
quite unsteady, making sure that I would cover my tracks. I had escaped attempted murder!
I staggered out into the fresh air up my left nostril and successfully regaining my balance.
It was still dark but I realised I had just escaped from a very dangerous experience.
I make my way to what I recognise is the road to the harbour. There were a few gulls perched about on the rooftops awaiting dawn.
I look around to see if I was being followed - no one. I get to the pier where the ferry had docked for the night and I attempt to gather
as much information as possible for the ferry to Santorini - an island of real beauty.
I survived by taking loads of cold water. What they do with each other - are the worse things that they do!
Steph. Anderson ©
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