It was the 3rd September 2007 and it started like any other day, down by the quayside at the harbour having our coffee at the clock tower watching the world go by.

The donkeys where being loaded at the waters edge with an array of different supplies, just as they are most days of the year, only this time we noticed a more unusual load. It was roofing tiles. Now I don’t know why we made the comment, but we did, ‘Just imagine what would happen to the tiles if one of the donkeys bolted.’ At which point we made our way off to do what ever it was we did that day.

Later that afternoon, walking back to our accommodation which was near the old fishing village of Kaminia, turning to go up the last bit of the hill, we first noticed red tiles all over the roadway.

And as we looked up the hill more red tiles could be seen, the pattern zig zagged up the steep hill side until it stopped. At which point we could see a donkey tethered to a post looking all ashamed!

It was starting to look like the comments we had made in the morning had happened, broken tiles all over the road.... but what had happened? Over the next hour or so locals appeared out of the houses and helped to pick up the broken tiles and load them into sack, then onto the donkey. What happened we still don’t know, we did not see the donkey man again for the rest of our holiday.  So what did happen to the donkey man and the broken tiles, do you know?

Written by Chris Freer - a true tale that happened whilst on holiday