Take me to the most idyllic looking place and I can be relied upon to find the ass end of it. Be it the industrial estate, crimelord estate, gangster central: you name it I will end up in it before the end of the trip. Once in San Francisco, I got my first death threat 8 hours after getting off the plane - having found the bit you're not supposed to see. This then, is the backside of Greece. It's not in the Thomson's brochure - but then, the brochure contains nothing but bland images of swimming pools.