My Life In Ruins Page #2
-Okay.
Group B? Yes. Names.
You don't speak English, do you?
And Maria gave you to me.
Luggage this way.
And then you get on the bus.
-Excuse me. I'm looking for the bus.
-Yeah.
-This is it.
-Group B?
-Oh, cool.
-Okay.
Hey, Gator Phillips.
-I'm from Florida, the States.
-You're traveling alone?
No way, man.
I'm gonna meet my girlfriend in Greece.
-We are in Greece.
-Now?
Right on. Thanks, man.
-Okay, here you go.
-Is this free?
Yeah.
Kalimera, everyone.
That's Greek for, "Good morning."
Hello, beautiful people. I am Nico.
For you, warm loucoumades.
Oh, I'm so sorry. Wrong bus.
-Hey, wait a minute...
-What the hell? Where's our donuts?
What a rip!
I'm gonna get... I could get you some later,
maybe. I'll look around.
-Yeah...
-We should get something.
Let's go.
I mean, who needs the carbs, right?
Not me. My ankles swell from the wheat.
Okay, you might want to write this down.
In 1834, Athens became
Now, I'm not just a tour guide.
I am a professor of classical history.
Oh, great!
Are we gonna have a test now?
all about the architecture
and monuments of ancient Greece.
-Like the propylea.
-Which is the word for donuts.
-My name is Georgia.
-Louder, please.
-My name is Georgia.
-Yes, dear.
I'm Dorcas, Dorcas Wilmore.
And this is my husband, Barnaby.
Oh, I've got everyone a little souvenir.
-To remember our trip together.
-All right.
-Oh, you shouldn't have.
-This must have cost you a shitload.
Oh, no, it was nothing.
Hand those around, would you, dear?
Guide, this bus is really stuffy.
-My daughter, Caitlin, needs fresh air.
-Okay, no problem.
-Turn it off!
-Oh, my God!
Smells like death.
Sorry about that.
-Angie?
-It's Georgia.
with us the whole time?
-He's the driver.
-What's his name?
Right. Everyone,
please say hello to Procopi.
-Hey, Procopi.
-Hello, Procopi.
Oh, I'm sorry. He has a nickname
Poupi.
Did he just say, "Poop"?
Fair suck of the sav,
mate, I can't call you Poupi.
What's your last name?
It's Kakas.
They're laughing at your name.
So what? Laughing is good.
-Okay! Yeah.
-It's hot.
Come, come, come.
I love you beautiful people.
All right, everybody,
let's go this way. Come on.
Well, I have an exciting day planned.
But, first, listen.
Whenever we stop the bus, whether it be
for restrooms or lunch or for touring,
the driver or I will lock the bus. So you
can leave whatever you need in there.
Cameras, sweaters, handbags, anything.
-What about sweaters?
-Anything.
-Handbags?
-Yes.
Cameras, too?
Cameras, too.
Anything, anytime, anywhere.
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