I have lost none of my old friends in Kambos but have two new best friends. There is Manos who runs the ouzeria who has helped me change a car wheel in the pouring rain, tried to fix my strimmer and is always there when help is needed. Whatever I order, and it always centres on a healthy cabbage and carrot salad and a couple of sticks of diced pork, the bill is always 10 Euro. However I juggle coffees or an ouzo for me or someone else, the bill is always the same. With a breakfast of oats and milk I really could live here for twenty quid a day.
