The Seventeenth Week

Saturday 25-6-16, Sunday 26-6-16, Monday 27-6-16, Tuesday 28-6-16 and Wednesday 29-6-16

So we planed to be at the camp site for the weekend then move on to some wild campsites on beaches on the north of the island. But not everything goes to plan in the world of Van Brian. We had a nice pitch with a great view of the sea.

On Saturday night we had a treat, Mexicorn. It doesn't take much to entertain us.

Then I remembered a TV dongle gizmo I'd bought for watching digital TV on our laptop. I plugged it in and it found us lots of Greek TV stations. So we got to watch the Germany Slovakia game on Sunday night. Just after the game we had a bit of a mishap and managed to fry my laptop by pouring a glass of white wine into the keyboard. We still had Lizzie's laptop so all was not lost.

On Monday we had a walk into Eritria. It was a bit of an odd place, reminded me of Skegness. But we had a pleasant coffee in a cafe and picked up some bits of shopping.

We decided to stop another night then move on on Tuesday. It was seriously hot, mid 30's and we felt like a bit of a rest from driving. Then something strange happened. It rained. It was brilliant, there was lightening and thunder too.

That evening we had a bit of a mishap and managed to fry Lizzie s laptop by pouring a glass of white wine into the keyboard. I could have cried. We really could have done without this, we use the laptops for watching films and TV at night, storing our photos and writing this blog. So on Wednesday we packed up the van and headed for the capital of Evia, Halkida. We hoped to find a shop to buy a new laptop. Halkida was seriously busy and we had to abandon the van on a street with no parking signs. We wandered around, found a small shop selling computers, he didn't have any laptops but pointed us in the direction of Public. Public seems to be the Greek equivalent of PC World.

We got served by a lady called Maria, who spoke really good English. We found a 17” laptop the same as the one we'd fried. It was cheaper than I'd paid for ours last December in the UK. Only problem was it was setup with Greek as the default language. Just changing the settings wouldn't get it to default to English. Maria spoke to the HP help-desk and they told here to reinstall Windows. We went for a coffee while she did this, when we got back she was still working on it. It looked like it would take an hour or so more. As we were parked in a bad place and the temperature in the town was in the high 30's we decided to retreat and come back tomorrow. So it was back to Camping Milos for yet another night. We drove back to the same pitch and it felt like we'd never left. I put some Bob Marley on the iPod and we chilled, the big town had worn us out

Camping Milos, Eratria, Evia, Greece. N38.39082 E023.77501

Thursday 30-6-16

So we packed up yet again and headed for Public. I parked in the same dodgy place as yesterday and we found Maria. She was very apologetic, it hadn't worked and she'd been on the phone to someone else this morning, They'd told her to do a full install again and then download some updates that would include the English language pack that was missing. It would take a couple of hours. I gave her my phone number and asked her to call when it was done. We had a coffee and hatched a plan.

We drove out of town, over the small bridge to the mainland, found a spot under a tree for shade and waited/snoozed for a call from Maria.

Maria rang at lunchtime it was back to town again. We picked up the English speaking laptop, gave Maria a box of chocolates and got out of town as fast as we could. We headed north and after a couple of hours reached a beach. And there we stopped.

Wild Camping at Psarapoli Beach, Evia, Greece. N38.96778 E023,37853

Friday 1-7-16 and Saturday 2-7-16

We were close to a port that had ferries going over to the mainland. So we drove to Agiokambos and bought a ticket for 22 euros and watched the ferry sail up to the beach. They loaded us in minutes and then we were off.

The crossing took half an hour, just enough time for icy coffees.

The sea was ridiculously smooth.

Then before we knew it we were offloaded and back on mainland Greece. Looking at the map the only real option now was some motorway driving. So we paid a 6 euro toll and rattled of 70 miles on a lovely smooth motorway with very little traffic. At Kato Gatzea we found a campsite and decided to call it a day.

I roasted a couple of chicken legs for tea which went down a treat.

On Saturday we explored. The small harbour was nice and Greek.

We found a pharmacy to stock up on anti-histamine tablets for our mozzi bite itchiness. We also looked at all the restaurants, intending to pick one for a meal out that night. In the end we decided that the one on the beach by our campsite looked the best. It also had a big screen tele showing the German Italian game which may have swayed my decision a bit. So that evening we ordered the fresh fish of the day, baby cod. The Greek version of battered cod and chips, they tasted a lot better than they looked. The best fish I'd eaten in Greece so far.

And then we got to watch an incredibly boring game of football. The only high point being when Liz shouted come on Italy and the whole bar shut up and looked at her. It was full of Germans it seemed.

We also finally got to see one of the noisy buggers that we've been constantly listening to for the last four months. A cicada. A Greek girl saw us looking at it, walked over and picked it up then put it in a tree.

And that's it for this week. It's been an odd one with a few setbacks but it was interesting. I've got no updated facts and figures as they were on my laptop that fried. 

 And one last thing, Liz tried turning on her laptop today before we stuck it away under the bed. It worked.

Camping Sikia, Greece. N39.30814 E023.10946

Cheers, the Van Brian Crew.

The Fifteenth Week

Sunday 12-6-16, Monday 13-6-16 and Tuesday 14-6-16

So on Sunday we woke up at Chiliadu Beach and looked at our map.  Fancying a change of scenery we spotted a big lake north of here, up in the hills at Lidoriki.  We asked the sat nav to take us there and set off.  As usual as soon as you head inland we found ourselves driving up steep roads with lots of hairpin bends.  After about half an hour I glanced at the fuel gauge.  It was nearly empty, so I asked the sat nav to show me fuel stations along my current route.  None found.  Bugger, there was no way we could do 40 miles up and the 40 miles back down again.  So we turned around and went back to the town near the beach where there were three fuel stations.  But it was Sunday and they were all “kleestos” or in plain English shut.  Where was the next one? 30km around the coast, so we gave up on lakes and dedicated today to getting diesel.  Which we eventually got on the main coast road.  Then we needed somewhere to stop.  This we found on a beach just west of the port of Galaxio.

There were three vans here already and I said Bonjour to the Frenchman, Gut Morgen to the German and then drew a blank at the Czechoslovakian, so I said hello and he was happy with this.  The bay had a small ferry moored up in it and a little harbour used by a fish farming outfit.  On Monday morning a tanker lorry rolled onto the ferry and it sailed off coming back two hours later with the same lorry.  Liz did some snorkelling and said the bay was full of fish.

The Frenchman knew this too and spent a long time with a very long fishing rod trying to catch one.   Unsuccessfully, until a Greek chap came down to the beach and caught a bucket full of fish.  The Frenchman chatted with him and borrowed some “special” bait, he caught two fish straight away.

We had a walk over the hill and in the next bay a very nice yacht was moored up.

That evening the bloke on the yacht got in his little dingy and buzzed around to our bay.  He parked it on the beach, walked down the beach looking at the vans then back again, not saying anything to anyone, got back in his dingy and left.  Perhaps he just wanted to stretch his legs?  I’d brought with us 20m of nice yellow elastic cord, the type they make bungee straps out of.  So I spent some time making up straps for the windows, these stop the wind blowing the window up past the ratchet point and then falling back closed.  I also made a long one for tying down the awning.  Something else that flaps about if it gets breezy.  And it got breezy every night here for some reason, not enough to drop the temperature below the high twenties, in fact the breeze seemed to warm things up.  I think it’s something to do with the land heating up and the sea cooling, or something like that.

It was a great spot and we stayed three nights, it was quiet and the beach was great.

Wild camping at Anemokampi Beach, Greece.  N38.35183 E022.37989

Wednesday 15-6-16  

But today we had to move, we had no veggies, meat, beer or bottled water but something else urged us to move too.  The weather forecast predicted 40 degrees on the coast.  Time to head up into the hills.  Jokingly I asked the sat nav to find me ski resorts near to where we were.  Amazingly it found one 45km away.  So we waved bye bye to our beach and headed for the hills.  On the way we stopped at a supermarket and refreshed the cupboards.  Liz checked the till receipt as the lady was messing with our bank card and realised that the three chicken breasts we’d just bought were €10.  So they got put back and we caused a deal of confusion getting a refund.  But I found Greek Alpha beer at buy 6 get 4 free so it was worth it.  After that we climbed up to our ski resort destination.  We passed through Delphi on the way, which looked awful, tourist coaches, tat shops and fast food restaurants.  The ruins here draw the punters it seems.  The roads after Delphi started to get interesting.

We climbed right to the top, passing the ski resort and up to a phone mast, but this was a bit exposed and remote even for us.

The hills were falling onto the roads up here but there was room to drive around them.

So we backtracked a couple of km and found a nice spot at a pull in at the side of the road.

Temperature wise it was in the mid-twenties and a nice cool breeze was blowing.  We levelled the van up, switched the fridge to gas and that was us sorted for the night.  I like it when a plan comes together.

I got up at 3am and it was a glorious 16 degrees in the van, almost chilly.

Wild Camping, Near Parnassu Ski Resort, Greece. N38.54903 E022.57493

Thursday 16-6-16

We checked the captain’s log and found out it was our 100^th day away today.  Much as we liked it up here in the cool there wasn’t an awful lot to do.  So we rolled down the other side of the hill heading north.  We needed our water tank filling and that’s not been a problem here in Greece.  All the petrol stations have a tap you can use and at the side of the road, when you’re in the wilds, they have taps set in stone walls every so often.  This is what we found on our way down.

Something else we found as we came out of the pine forests was a British military cemetery.  

It was immaculately kept, the grass was watered and cut.  In fact we’d not seen a patch of grass this well cared for anywhere else on our travels.  The borders had small rose bushes and flowers planted in them, there were no weeds anywhere.  Amongst the gravestones of British soldiers from lots of different regiments there were also four Russian soldiers of the Russian Labour Corp and one Maltese soldier. 

It was a fine resting place for them.  We drove on and hit the coast at a very big town called Lamia.  We did a big shop and then decided we’d like a campsite tonight.  I found one marked on the map but when we got there it was very much closed.  But it was on a gravel road by a beach, so we made our own campsite a bit further along the road.

That night we sat outside the van enjoying a cooling breeze off the sea, it’d got up to 33 degrees today.  We watched a ferry in the distance crossing the sea to the island of Evia.  We thought that would be a nice thing to do.

Wild Camping, Longos Beach, Greece. N38.75729 E022.93199

Friday 17-6-16

So that’s what we did.  We drove 20km around the coast to the small port of Arkitsa, bought a €31 ticket for a ferry leaving in half an hour, had a coffee in a café across the road and then got on it.

The crossing took half an hour and was very smooth, the sea was flat and there wasn’t a breeze.  We sat on the deck in the sun looking down on the filthy roof of our van.

The port at Loutra Epipsou on the island surprised us, we thought it’d be a small place, like the one we’d sailed from on the mainland.  But it was big and busy.

We had thought of having a night there, we’d had some good stopovers at harbours in the past, but it wasn’t that kind of place.  So we drove east around the island and found a campsite 15 km further on.  The pitches were shady and the showers were hot.  It’d do us.  We’d had a fun day but it’d worn me out.

Later on, the sight of the dirty van roof on the ferry got to me.  I called for all hands to the mast with orders to swab down and scrub the decks.  We needed to be ship shape and Bristol fashion.  I was getting the hang of this sea fairing lark.

And that was another week done. Tomorrow will be the half way point of our trip and we still have a lot of Greek coastline to explore before we head for Eastern Europe.  We don’t plan much, we just do what we feel like each day, which seems to work for us.  I wonder where we’ll go next week?

Camping Rovies, Isle of Evia, Greece. N38.83191 N23.19900

Cheers, the Van Brian Crew.

Below are the updated facts and figures for 101 days away.

The Fifth Week

Sunday 3-4-16

So after the last three days on a campsite, having a mini holiday, we moved on down the coast today.  We’d thought of stopping in Bari, the port we’d sail from on Monday.  When we got there we found out it was the day of Bari Marathon.  Roads closed, sweaty Italian joggers and lots of parked cars.  We did find both of the sostas that we knew of in Bari though.  Both full, we think with sweaty people running the marathon.  So we fled, on down the coast, doing our last big shop before Greece in a handy Lidl.  We also filled our LPG tanks as it seems it can be hard to get LPG in Greece, let’s see. Then looking at two places, one had no access to the beach from the road so nowhere to park up and one, an actual sosta, closed for the season.  That was in a town called Capitolo.  As we drove out of the town we spotted a lot of motorhomes in a gravelled seaside carpark. 

As they say, one attracts another, we pulled in.  What we found were small beaches made from what we think were old quarries for the lava type rock.  Also what we found was something we’d seen before in Italy, people just out for the day in their vans, parked up and all eating outside them.  By six most of them had gone, by seven it was just us and the odd dog.

 We dined on Italian sausage ragout, had our last Sopranos fix in Italy and then retired.  Tomorrow would be a long day.

Beach Carpark at Capitolo, Italy. N40.91476 E017.34380

Monday 4-4-16

Up with the fishermen today.  They all turned up early to get on the boats, I got up with a coffee and watched them leave. 

We pottered about then left at mid-morning to head for Bari, again.  No marathon this time but a lot of confusion.  I’d booked online and the only details I had was the ferry companies name and Bari port.  We found the port but no signs for car ferries.  Drove on out of Bari, nothing, apart from four lanes of traffic that the Italian drivers turned into six lanes.  Drove back in, found an entrance to the port, went in, and got sent back out.  The security man said to go 3km down the road. The same one we’d been down, with all the mad traffic.  Went down it again, no entrance.  Headed inland and back into Bari on a different road. Suddenly signs for car ferry, lots of them.  And they took us to an entrance that we’d passed four times.  No signs on the coast road, just on the road from inland.  About 300m into the port we passed the security hut where they’d turned us back. Anyway, we found the nice ticket lady in the nice ticket office.  She gave us key cards, boarding cards, security passes and things to hang on windscreens.  Of which it turned out only the boarding card was checked.  We parked and waited to board, while we did a huge cruise ship arrived and dumped a load of passengers into buses. 

We presume for a tour of Bari’s traffic hot spots.  We boarded at half five, had a wander around the bars and shops on the ferry, then set sail. The camping on board idea means you sleep in the motorhome, but these Germans had taken the word camping quite literally.

Waved Italy goodbye and retired to the van for slow cooked beef and then bed to the sound of marine engine rumble.

On the ferry between Italy and Greece.

Tuesday 5-4-16

Four o’clock in the morning.  Not one of my favourite hours of the day.  We got up, went on deck for two shockingly expensive coffees and watched the lights of Igoumenitsa harbour appear. We got offloaded not soon after we docked.  I drove in the still dark morning for a few miles south of the port and found a quiet pull in at the side of the coast road.  We got back into our still warm bed. The day started again when it got light.

A cup of tea and a bowl of muesli sorted breakfast out and we drove slowly south on the coast road, loving what we saw in the early morning sun.  Small coves, beaches, little towns and harbours.  In one small town we bought fresh warm bread from the bakers and the smiley lady who served us got a taste of Lizzies three years of Greek lessons.  She replied in English.  We spotted a harbour that we’d marked on our map as allowing parking and dropped down into the town of Plataria.  It was still only half nine. 

Happy with our parking spot we walked around the beach from the harbour into the town and out to the other end which had a marina.  There were boats moored up for the winter from the UK, Germany, Italy and Holland. 

We bought Greek yoghurt for tomorrow’s breakfast, as you do in Greece, then spent the rest of the day sat in the sun. Relaxing. We spoke to the owner of a tourist boat getting launched for the 1^st time this year and later had a very confusing conversation with two ladies who lived there, one Italian and one Greek, they used both languages at the same time.  We all smiled and laughed, so that sorted that out.  

I cooked dinner on the side of the harbour and then we slept.  Four o’clock in the morning was a long time ago.

Wild camping at Plataria Harbour, Greece, N39.44419 E020.27137

Wednesday 6-4-16

A new regime. None of the up and at ‘em, on the road and hammer a hundred miles out anymore.  Greece was our destination, France and Italy had been four weeks of transit points.  Nice, enjoyable, scenic but just a means to this end.  We got up and ate breakfast looking at the sea. Liz got her Greek text books out and sat in the sun swotting up.  I ripped a cd of Greek music, her teacher had given her, to the iPod and we listened to it.

  About a hundred children walked around the bay, towards us.  This seemed odd.  They arrived en mass accompanied by four teachers who opened deck chairs, a table, a BBQ and then sat and smoked fags.  The kids, between 5 to 10 years old, ignored us and threw pebbles in the sea and turned rocks over looking for sea cucumbers.  We only guess this as Liz said she heard them shouting the Greek word for cucumbers now and again.  After a while they ran back to where the teachers were sat and then appeared again with souvlaki on pointy wooden sticks. Liz, a teacher herself, commented that Ofsted would throw their toys out of the pram in the UK if this happened, unaccompanied children, next to open water with pointy sticks.  As it happened no children died, were injured or suffered any hardship at all.  We watched them all wander off back to school then we wandered off ourselves.  Not far, to a harbour with a baker selling warm sesame seed covered bread.  We parked the van next to the boats whilst we nosed about.  Next up was where to stop tonight? Napania Beach was marked on the big map of Greece which Liz had spent months working on.  It had places marked that we’d read of other people stopping at.  20km later we found it. Now at this point we were thinking, have we found “the place” or is this just the first of many?  A bay, a beach, a place to park under olive trees and at the end of a dead end road.

  No mobile phone signal and internet as yet a fable only told to the locals by foreigners who were not to be trusted.  Liz made the beach her own for the afternoon reading Great Expectations and I sat under an olive tree and read Laurence of Arabia. 

Can you spot Van Brian hid under the Olive Tree?

When it got dark we watched fireflies and looked up at a stunning star filled sky.  It’s sickening isn’t it?  If it makes you feel any better our dinner was crap.  What I thought was cream, bought in Italy, was a sweet dessert topping.  Not the best thing to make a cream sauce to go with Palma ham stuffed ravioli.

Wild Camping on Napania Beach, Greece. N39.27990 E020.46593

Thursday 7-4-16

We got up and looked at the sea, ate Greek yoghurt with muesli and read.  That’s it for the morning. We lunched on huge tomatoes, olive oil and feta cheese.  I mended the mozi screen on the side door and Liz laid on the beach.  Two people turned up to have a swim then left, then we were back on our own. Liz climbed up an olive tree. 

I got my ukulele out. 

We ate pork and rice, drank wine then went to bed.

So as to fill this not very fact filled day out, and also to give me an idea of what we need to buy the next time we find a shop, I got my Quartermaster’s hat on and did a ships log of our supplies.  It’s copied below, it may be of interest:

The Big Stuff:

·         Approx. 90 litre of fresh water in the tank (washing up and showering)

·         11 litre of bottled water (drinking and cooking)

·         Approx. 17 kg of LPG for cooking and heating shower and sink water

·         9 butane canisters for the little butane stove (hot as hell, boils water in seconds and last ages)

·         A nearly empty toilet (couple of wee’s and one poo, mine)

·         A nearly empty grey waste tank (one nights washing up and one shower)

The Bar:

·         2 bottles of Italian Beer (98 cents a litre, bargain)

·         8 litres of cheap white wine (Madams tipple)

·         1 litre of cheap red wine (My tipple)

·         ½ a bottle of Absinth (to be disposed of carefully and very soon, I’m never drinking it again!)

·         ¾ of a bottle of good quality French Pastis (to be taken daily at 5pm with ice and cold water)

·         5 miniature bottles of Gordons Gin (Emergency Rations)

The Fridge:

·         ¼ block of sweaty, mouldy, mature cheddar (has become a kind of pet)

·         A Jar of green olives

·         A shrivelled lemon (not pet status yet but soon will be)

·         ½ litre of milk (blue carton, could be semi-skimmed, not sure)

·         Some sliced ham

·         500g of pork steaks (tonight and tomorrows dinner)

·         Pack of pork lardons

·         Leftover tomato salad (tonight’s dinner)

·         4 eggs

·         Some sweet Italian desert cream (no idea what to do with this)

·         Pot of Greek Yoghurt (tomorrows breakfast)

·         Mayonnaise, brown and red sauce and salad cream

·         Bottle of Sriracha Hot Chilli Sauce (Flying Goose Brand)

Dry Stores:

·         Cheap Italian “English Breakfast” tea (2 bags per cup required)

·         Ground coffee (for the little coffee pot)

·         Instant coffee (for my travel mug)

·         Coffee pods (for my travel espresso maker)

·         Sugar

·         Three bags of various shaped pasta and two packs of spaghetti

·         2 bags of 2 minute microwave rice (heats up quick with a bit of water on the stove, saves on  gas)

·         Big box of plain couscous, various packets of flavoured ones

·         Jars of asparagus, carrots, peas, flageolet beans and green beans

·         Tins of tuna, mackerel, sardines and a tin of anchovy’s (I keep this as I like the picture on the tin)

·         2 tins of sweetcorn (makes emptying the toilet more colourful)

·         ½ bag of muesli

·         ½ bag of Special K

·         2 packs of plain wraps (keep well and great back up for lunch if we can’t find bread)

·         ½ bag of white flour (thickens sauces and helps when making meatballs or patties)

·         ½ jar of Dijon mustard, ¼ jar of Sa-Vo-Ra Mustard relish, tube of Colman’s English mustard

·         Spice box, full of dried herbs, tabasco, Harissa paste, sea salt and pepper, Worcester sauce, dried garlic and a tube of tomato puree

Veggie Box: Needs filling desperately

·         2 red onions

·         1 white onion

·         1 stray shallot onion

·         ½ head of garlic

·         1 large sweaty carrot

·         Carton of mushrooms (growing and reproducing)

Snack Cupboard:

·         ½ bag of huge Italian Cheese Wotsit things

·         ½ bag of pecan nuts

·         4 bags of plain crisps (not Walkers)

·         ½ bag of Dime bars

·         Various chocolate bars (now a bit melted)

Wild Camping on Napania Beach, Greece. N39.27990 E020.46593

Friday 8-4-16

We needed food and drinks, so we had to leave our cove.  We had a slow breakfast and then packed up the van.  The nearest town was 10km back north so that’s where we went.  When we got there it was veggie market day and busy.  The van had to be abandoned on the pavement and we wandered around the town.  We bought fresh veggies off the market, bread off the baker and beer and wine from one of those Greek mini-market shops that sell everything.  Then I spotted a Vodaphone shop, quite out of place in a little town.  The guy spoke good English and we soon had a Greek data sim for the little Myfi unit we have in the van.  Stick the sim in it and it creates a wifi hotspot we can connect laptops and phones to.  All shopped up we left, heading south past our cove.  At this point I realised that the Vodaphone guy hadn’t given me the back the id he needed to register the sim, my driving licence.  Oh joy, back north, abandon van on pavement, find shop, get id and then for the fourth time that day drive past our little cove, heading south.  We drove in and out of a beach town but it didn’t tickle our fancy.  Then at another beach town, called Loutsa Beach, we got our fancies tickled.

  We parked at the far north end with the beach outside our door and the sound of waves coming in through the windows.  Then it rained.  Not in our plan this.  So we played with our new sim and got our emails after two days offline, ate lunch (nice fresh bread) and snoozed.  The sound of the sea and rain on the van roof made me think of British seaside holidays, I felt a longing for a bag of fish and chips.  Not to be sadly. 

Braised pork for dinner tonight.  The rain stopped and we walked down the seafront, with cagoules packed for more rain. No more rain just lots of small hotels and Tarvernas.  All closed but most with people painting and hammering at things, getting them ready for the tourists.  We made a big shopping list and dined still listening to the waves.

Wild Camping at Loutsa Beach, Greece. N39.01439 E020.53292

Saturday 9-4-16

After the now routine yoghurty muesli we packed up and drove out of town.  The last time we’d filled the tank with water had been 7 days ago.  Today’s mission was to find a tap.   You’d think that would be easy but we’d not seen one, a working one that is, in Greece.  All the beach showers had taps but these had all been turned off for the winter.  When back on the main road I had a flash of inspiration and swerved off at a petrol station.  It had a tap next to the tyre pump.  Liz used her Greek on the attendant who came over to see us “Baroome na ehumey nero parakalo?”  It worked, he smiled and said no problem.  So we got our tank filled, 120 litres of it.  We aren’t that bothered about the quality of this water as it only gets used for washing-up and showers.  For drinks, cooking and cleaning teeth we use bottled water.  We were considering actually paying for a campsite so we could get water so this saved us a few euro.  Next up for our Saturday morning chores was a serious “big shop” and research yesterday had unearthed a Lidl in a town 15km south.  They aren’t as easy to find here as in France or Italy.  When we’d found it and done it we’d got drinks and food for a week plus enough toilet paper, mouthwash and ice cube bags to last us till Germany in September.

 We drove through the large town of Preveza, it was busy but not mad like the Italian towns, people seemed to be moving at half speed.  As we came out the town we spotted a beach road running from a marina so dropped down the hill to it. 

It ran for perhaps two miles and we could pull up anywhere along it for the night.  So we did.  Did the customary wander up and down it after lunch then sat down to write these ramblings up.  And that’s where you find us now, very happy with Greece.

Wild Camping at Mitikas Beach, Greece. N39.18874 E020.53292

 

Happy With Greece

Below are the updated facts and figures for 32 days away.