"Work was pretty much a waste of time," he says.  He remembers earth shattering interceptions, such as "I beg to inform your excellency that the cobras are climbing the antenna poles" and "... please send potatoes quickly."  Exciting stuff.  He goes on, "Jeez, what kind of a mission was that?  I came to fight a war, and the war was already over when I got there. 

So I just relaxed and enjoyed the beaches.  I quickly learned that owning a car on the island was like unto the proverbial one-eyed man in the land of the blind ... a king.  I drove that old 55 Chevy everywhere it was humanly possible and to some places where it should have never gone.  Once there was a scrape with some Germans and Greek shepherds over near Mattala, but that car, and the judicious use of a pistol and spear gun got me and my companion safety out of town.  I understood later that I was the subject of some pretty intensive diplomatic traffic of the U.S. variety."