This morning we packed up and moved on from Camping Iria Beach. After a few aufwiedersens, in this corner of a foreign field that is forever Germany*, we were on our way. We were soon, predictably, on a roller coaster ride…

  Campsite life meanders on. We are now on “guten morgen” terms with some of our German neighbours and Sarah has had a few conversations with a Swiss woman who is travelling on her own with her dog. Their initial…

Basil has opened all his windows, raised his skylights, extended his awning and we’ve thrown off our bedclothes: it’s officially hot. Hot is of course a relative term. We haven’t been in any Greek towns today, but they probably still…

  We still don’t know whether we are going to stay at Camping Iria Beach for five nights, but we are acting as if we are. We have slowed right down, kicked off our shoes and relaxed. Having said that,…