We've embraced the 'Slow' philosophy as a way of life - what's the hurry?. Taking time to smell the roses (usually on a glass of Viognier) is more our style. Having spent more then 3 years on the road, slow travel has become a way of life. We have revised our plans completely and now focus on quality, not quantity, slowly.
We’re in Alexandroupolis and have been just kinda hanging
out here because of bad weather. We’re in a campsite that has hot showers, an
open bar and hard standing so we don’t sink into the mire. The town has the
most decadent pastry and coffee shops – we need move on!!
As it turned out the weather hasn’t been as bad as forecast,
but we’ve had a cracker of a thunderstorm and enough rain to be a real pain.
The plan was to head to the Evros Delta to go on a Pelican hunt and then into
the Dadia Forest National Park to look for raptors, and we didn’t fancy that in
On our way here from Kavala we stopped for lunch (by dint of
taking the wrong road) in a wetland area that was full of Flamingos – thousands
of them. These are such odd creatures but quite elegant in clumsy sort of way.
Back-tracking to Thessaloniki, we stayed in a Caravan and
Camping Store carpark, that is set up for people like us. They provide power
and water and are happy for you stay as long as you like. Of course we went
shopping – can’t resist a camping gadget store. Plus we got them to put an
extra light over kitchen work area. It’s the only place to camp in the entire
Beach near Thessaloniki Camping Spot
We spent an interesting Saturday in the city, poking our
noses into ancient orthodox churches and generally wandering about. It’s not
the world’s most exciting city but boasts an over-abundance of trendy bars and
cafes. The population is around 363,000 and I think every last one of them was out
eating and drinking that day. The bars were overflowing, maybe because the sun was shining.
Sunday lunch was spent at the nearby beach – a seafood
extravaganza. We’ve been on 4 or 5 beaches in northern Greece so far and have
been deeply unimpressed by them. Brown sand with rubbish strewn about that must
come in from the boats. Nobody bothers to clean it up – awful.
After Thessaloniki we stayed in Kavala, an underwhelming town
and the campsite didn’t have hot showers- cold water only – bbrrrrr. From there
we stopped in Xanthi and were keen to head up towards the Bulgarian border to
see ancient villages. The GPS led us on such a merry goose chase that we gave
up. Squeezing Boris past Ottoman houses in narrow streets with overhanging
balconies just wasn’t going to work. We just couldn’t find the main road out of
town heading north. Lack of sign posting didn’t help, neither did our
Greek National Day Parade
I find the language incomprehensible and it doesn’t help
that Romanisation of it produces different spelling in English and Greek. The
maps and road signs and GPS cannot agree. For a linguistic peasant like me it’s
On the plus side the wine is pretty good, I’ve been
pleasantly surprised, not having tasted it since 1980 served in pottery jug for 50
cents. Retsina is another thing altogether, Lawrence seems to like it, but for me, it
tastes like Pine-O-Clean. OK, call me fussy…
So now it’s Sunday and we’ve just had out traditional Sunday
lunch. We wandered into one those places you hope to find. A real local mecca
that served freshly charcoaled grilled meat of all kinds, served on brown
paper. Wine was served in a tin jug.
Meat Fest in Alexandrouplois
Next you hear from me will be from Turkey, Insha’Allah.