Lou, September 2022

 

Hi, when I first arrived at the caves in january of ’63 there was only one other person living there his name was Alan and he’d cycled from the north of England down through Europe into Yugoslavia where whilst sleeping in a wood in a sleeping bag he was bitten on the face by a wolf which left a nasty scar. We were the only two for some time apart from the large rats which used to look for our food! We had the odd group of mainly Americans who came and stayed a few nights. On the beach there was just one very small house which was rented to a Brian Tuck and his pregnant German wife Sabina and they became friends to us.

Some time in February Alan and I were sun bathing high up when we saw a couple walking with a donkey on the beach towards the caves so we went down to greet them, they were French friends Joel and Bridgette and were intending to move on but the girl wanted to stay and the young man said he’d catch up later on. I too had hitched from London with just a small army bag a sleeping bag groundsheet, book of Rudyard Kiplings poems one LP of the American Folk Blues Festival and my guitar. On the way through Yugoslavia I stayed a while at the U.S. camp in Skopiea just after the earthquake which was a major disaster.

 

If this is of interest I have more stories to tell.
My name is Lou Harris.