All too soon we were home, where the old Ya-Ya waited like a spider for a fly too keep me on my toes. It is so sad that Ermioni didn't want to go to her Mum, clinging to Ascala for dear life. We were only going to be home for two weeks before we were off on another cruise, so I rang Liz, the British woman who helped me on to the right bus the day I got so lost. Liz was glad to hear from me, as it is nice to have friends your own age, and we made a date for the Tuesday, as we both had the day off. Tuesday dawned bright as usual during the Greek summers, and Liz phoned to let me know we were going to Aegina, a lovely island not far away, and I was to meet her and some other girls at Rafina, from where the hydrofoil, which I now know is called the Flying Dolphin will be departing. There was four other girls, and an older woman a little older than me, called Rosy. The hydrofoil was exactly like a bus on the inside, but after a while it became quite stuffy and we went to stand at the back outside, where the spray that the vessel sent up was cooling and fresh! Once on Aegina we decided to rent scooters and ride them to the other side to a seaside village called Marina. The young man in charge of this eyed Rosy with a weary eye, as she was not a small woman, tall and quite overfed to put it lightly. He was quite right in being worried, because the poor scooter assigned to Rosy sighed heavely when she almost flattened it by letting down her weight. The poor young man was horrified, waved his arms frantically, and in the little English he knows made us understand that he can't rent Rosy the scooter. Poor Rosy wasn't happy in the first place,  and we had to do a lot of smooth talking to get her to try!  Then the youngster disappeared and made Poor Rosy's eyes almost popped out when he came back with an evil looking scrambler. She went balistic, waving her arms and stating over and over in a hysterical voice that the man wanted to kill her! One of the girls, Fiona, then said that she rides her brother's scrambler at home, and she will take Rosy on the back, and us, seeing our excursion going bust, very enthusiastically agreed that it was perfect. So we did the deal, we on scooters, Rosy on the back with Fiona. Oh gosh, Fiona was to go first, and she pulled away very smoothly, but just as we relaxed a bit, the two on the scrambler got to the first bend in the road, and I think Rosy leaned to the wrong side, and her great weight was too much for the scrambler and the courageous Fiona, and the two keeled over, hitting the dirtroad with a resounding plomp! We had to calm down the young man who was almost crying, and hyperventilating badly, and only when his tears stopped did he tell us that there was a bus running to Marina! It was a very happy Rosy that smiled and waved at us as the bus pulled away!