A Pair Of Matching Paws

Conversation overheard recently in Corfu at night:

Hey, Indigo! That's the one! Drive down there!
What, this one?
Yes, that one!

Good grief, Bear, that was a tight bend.
Poor turning circle on this tiny little car, too.
You're not kidding. I've barely made most of these hairpins.
Okay, according to the map, the restaurant is down here.
Maybe we should park up here? There's plenty of cars parked already.
Well, I don't mind the walk.
Hmmm... no, we'll drive down.
To see if there's any spaces further down?
Yep. We'll turn round and come back if there's not.
You're the driver, it's your call.

Wow, this is getting pretty narrow.
The parked cars on your side aren't helping.
Is that a straight drop on your side?
Um... yep. Wow. Straight down to the sea, past the trees.
Okay, well, we're committed now.
Well... I suppose there are cars further down.
Exactly. Should be fine. Okay, let's move on.

Did you see the No Through Road sign?
Yep, but it's okay. I live on one - there'll be a turning point.
Hey, is that the restaurant? It looks nice.
It looks tight. Just the gap between the tables and the restaurant.
Indigo, do you think they have a car park?
Well, of course they do! You have to turn round somewhere!

Indigo, they don't have a car park.
*expletive*
Nor anywhere to turn round.
*expletive expletive*
And hey, the road has just run out.
*very bad word*

I think the customers seated next to the car would like us to leave.
And do you know what I say to them, Bear?!
But the food looks nice.
We have to reverse! How are we supposed to reverse all that way?
Ooh, is that cuttlefish?
It's steep, narrow and dark!
Do you think that's cuttlefish?
BEAR!

Indigo, did you mean to stall it?
Look, this car is the wrong way round for me.
True. Left hander, I'd not thought of that.
And the gears are spongey.
They seem to grind a bit, too.
Thank you, yes. And we're on a hill!
I understand. It's hard. You're up to it. Take your time.
Okay, it's in reverse. I'll just give it some gas and...
Indigo, did you mean to stall it?

Good grief, this is insane.
You're doing okay. Apart from the stalling.
Was it this steep coming down?
I expect so.

How are we doing?
We're very close to the edge on this side.
But the parked cars are close on this side too.
You can come over a tiny bit more. Six inches.
Okay, thanks.
Indigo, I can't see the road any more.
But at least we'll miss the cars.
I'll be sure to put that on your gravestone.
How close are we?
Looks like we're flying, man.

Bear, are you praying?!
No, of course not. I'm just seeing if my paws match.

What's that behind us?
A stone bridge.
We didn't come over that on the way down!
Yes we did.
Who put that bridge there?!
It's okay, it's on the bend. We're at the top.
I have to reverse round the hairpin?!
No. If you can swing the car round a little, we can park there.
I'll have to swing round a lot to miss the bridge edge.
Do a few back-and-forwards.
Are we're still close to the edge?
I think I can see tarmac.
Well, that's someth...
I think.
Sssh. I'm concentrating.

Indigo, did you mean to stall it?

Okay, so we're parked. Finally.
Yep, the ninth back-and-forward was the charm.
Oh hush.
You did okay.
Thanks. Why is my pulse racing?
I expect it's the thought of eating cuttlefish.

It's a nice night for a walk.
And the good news is that it's all downhill.
The stars are pretty.
They usually are if you stop to look.
I try to surface for air occasionally.
Hey, I know you do, Indigo.

This place is really nice.
Worth all that bother on the hill?
Hopefully. What did you order?
Are you not paying attention?
Oh. Right. Yes.
Yessir. Lightly fried with salt in olive oil. I can't wait.
Don't tell 'Difficult.
Why?
Well, some of his best friends are cuttlefish.


Indigo

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