In Athens, as I attempted to leave town, I managed to flag down a taxi driver who knew no English. I mean, no English. He didn’t even know the English words for Greek cities. Never heard of Piraeus, which is the port for Athens. For all I know, he had never heard the English word Athens, either.
After I threw my suitcase in his trunk, we lurched around for a few blocks before the full extent of the dilemma was clear.