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My friend Tim is traveling and offering clever(ly worded) insights as he goes:
Reythemno is the third largest town on Crete with a population of 25,000 people, several of whom do not own motor scooters. It is also a big German tourist destination, and I am frequently addressed by the local Greeks in that language. To be fair I try to play up the German thing, particularly by swearing auf Deutsch whenever possible. No need for Americans to get a rap as foul-mouthed travellers.

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