Tonight I’m tucked into a perfectly standard one-bedroom apartment in Larisa — or so I thought. Within five minutes of walking through the door, I began to suspect I’d accidentally checked into the Greek branch of the International Safety Training Academy.
First, there’s a large fire extinguisher by the door. Not your polite little red canister that hides in a corner — no, this one stands there like a bouncer guarding the exit.
Then I spot a glowing green exit sign above the doorway. You know, the kind usually found in hotels, hospitals, and places where people panic in large groups. Very reassuring for a solo traveller in a one-bedroom apartment.
And just when I thought my “home for the night” couldn’t get any more dramatic… I opened the bathroom cupboard and discovered a first-aid station fit for a scout leader. Bandages, antiseptic, cotton pads — everything but a paramedic named Kostas.
So here I am, cosy in Larisa, feeling very safe and slightly supervised. If anything goes wrong tonight, trust me — I’m prepared.
Just noticed this, escape plan and emergency number. They are thorough.