Kindness of strangers: As I waited under the relentless sun, a woman brought me a freshly made feast (opens in new tab)

She came directly up to me and offered the tray, accompanied by a torrent of incomprehensible GreekRead more in The straps of my backpack dug hard into my shoulders as I trudged like a zombie through the sweltering heat. I was hitchhiking across the Greek island of Crete in summertime and had been dropped off in a small village miles from anywhere, hoping to pick up my next ride. It was 1978 and probably didn’t help that I looked every inch the hippie – jewellery, bushy beard and dusty clothe...