I went to Rhodes alone. I had just met Jo and we were a couple, but we were not quite at the point of going on holiday together. Every year after that we did go together and we are still together now.
There is something about being a lone 45 year old male on a holiday island. You are either treated with suspicion or as a candidate for a holiday romance. As I wasn’t looking for that, I spent a lot of time alone.
I enjoyed the solitude. There was something about this street with its tiny taverna and its strangely painted building which summed up that feeling of being a detached observer. I spent a long time waiting for the man on the motorbike to come along.
This was pre-digital, scanned in later and a touch over manipulated. But I still like it.