Greeks do Easter really well. Easter 2004 I was one of eight in a motley crew of backpackers who found themselves in a hostel on Corfu. It was the opening weekend of the season, and the family running the hostel weren’t quite sure what to do with us. So they just included us in the family’s Easter celebrations.
In between drinking and playing seemingly endless rounds of Kings and Assholes we were piled into a mini-bus and driven into town. Good Friday was full of pathos and candle lit pilgrimages through the old city. Saturday morning at exactly 11am all the locals threw clay pots out of their windows, smashing them in the street. Seriously crazy stuff. Dodging flying clay pots is a special skill. It is good luck to keep a piece of the pot; mine still lives on my shelf with other special treasures.