We left Crete with the ferry and went back in the evening to Athens for our flight back next afternoon. We checked in a hotel and -sh**- our passports were still in the Crete Hotel. The hotel owner said: No problem, he will call Crete and they should give the passport to an Olympics Airways crew member and we could pick it up next morning at the OA office. I did not sleep well.
Next morning: At the OA office they asked Siegmar to go behind the counter. He vanished somewhere for an hour or so. I found him in the freight room -they had left him alone to check all the stuff that had arrived from Crete..... No passports there.
We had all our heavy backpacks with us and took our stuff and wanted to go to the German Embassy. We hailed one taxi after the other. They said the distance was to short and went without us.
Eventually we found a friendly driver -I was in tears until then- and everything worked out fine. But 30% of our relaxed mood had already gone until we sat in our plane home.

I could tell an even stressier story about Bangkok but I'm sorry -it would be too much right now

And there is the story of the Taurus I ruined in Skeena River (and it took me 2 weeks from Terrace to Victoria calling from phone booths in the middle of nowhere to convince Budget it was not my fault......).

But this will be a story of the other 1000 nights