Johnny, the Fire-Blower
We met Johnny at a hookah bar on our second night in Athens. At one point when Susan had to go take care of an urgent call from work, I was left alone with my thoughts even though the hookah bar was crowded. All of sudden, there was a flash of fire out of the corner of my eye. I turned to my right and saw a guy walking down the street blowing fire out of his mouth. At the end of the street, he turned around and started walking around to collect money. When he came up to me, he said in a British accent, “I accept cash only. No credit cards please–Why are you sitting here by yourself?!” I dropped a Euro into his hat and told him I was there with a friend but he was welcome to sit down and keep me company if he liked. “I would love to! Let me just finish up here and I will be right back!” True to his word, he returned in under 10 minutes. By then, Susan was back at our table and I had told her about the British fire-blower. He introduced himself as Johnny and asked if we would like to follow him to his next spot for another show.