A cliche but true none the less. We are over half way across greece without spending a penny on the getting here part. Ok, its nice to keep the pockets lined..but the real advantage is the bizarre poetry that has become of our lives in the last couple of weeks. You cant help but wonder, as you roll away the tent in the morning, where you will be by the time night falls. From an old bus station, precariously hidden behind an obviously thin tree, to a marble clad villa by the coast. The kindness of strangers is a strange thing indeed.
So thanks to our new friend Georg, a very interesting 70 year old, who prefers the shortcut of climbing the balcony to the mundanity of stairs, we had a very comfortable welcome to the east coast. Drinking sherry as the sun fell behind mount olympus.
After a couple of days of greek coffee and a very well appreciated barbeque, we decided to move on. Since we arrived in greece, we have been followed rather persistantly by a large rain cloud and it had caught up with us once again. My idea of a sunbaked greece has proven to be a myth, and so my forever lasting attempts to escape that english-style drizzle must go on.
So after taking the train north somehow for free, we arrived in the metropolis of thessaloniki. Surrounded by busy streets and busier people, we headed a few kilometers out to Thermi. As has been the case so far, help arrives just when it is needed, and our desperate search for a camping place brought us under the wing of a local ecological farm. Good fortune it seems, is always to be found in good people. But the story of our week in thermi, i'll leave for andi to tell...
So thanks to our new friend Georg, a very interesting 70 year old, who prefers the shortcut of climbing the balcony to the mundanity of stairs, we had a very comfortable welcome to the east coast. Drinking sherry as the sun fell behind mount olympus.
After a couple of days of greek coffee and a very well appreciated barbeque, we decided to move on. Since we arrived in greece, we have been followed rather persistantly by a large rain cloud and it had caught up with us once again. My idea of a sunbaked greece has proven to be a myth, and so my forever lasting attempts to escape that english-style drizzle must go on.
So after taking the train north somehow for free, we arrived in the metropolis of thessaloniki. Surrounded by busy streets and busier people, we headed a few kilometers out to Thermi. As has been the case so far, help arrives just when it is needed, and our desperate search for a camping place brought us under the wing of a local ecological farm. Good fortune it seems, is always to be found in good people. But the story of our week in thermi, i'll leave for andi to tell...
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