Brush with Authority #66

Fast forward, Athens and Angus behind, heading north in central Greece in an old truck, getting dark.
Need a safe camping spot but too spooky by the roadside for Allegra. Walked deep into a wood, climbed a fence, peace and privacy. This’ll do. Perfect!
The black night enveloped us. We fell asleep exhausted.
Early next morning we were crudely woken by a jeep - we had stumbled onto a military airfield, were bundled into the back and removed for questioning. Bamboozled by the gulf in language they soon lost interest, returning us to the highway, courtesy of the Junta. Close shave.