The fact that we are still at Camping Hellas means two things: firstly we have met and get on with our too near German neighbours, whose caravan still imposes on our pitch and secondly Mabel has earned a gold star…
Once all the diners had left the taverna after lunch, we were left completely by ourselves. Obviously the owners did not live on the premises. As I was ambling about outside Basil at dusk I looked over to an adjacent…
Our overnight spot proved to be peaceful enough but there was nothing to keep us and with nowhere to empty our cassettes we would have to find a campsite after one more night of wildcamping. The island of Evia does…
Our night on the quayside at Napflio passed relatively peacefully, given how crowded the town was. When we arrived we had noticed a monster expedition vehicle, a type which we come across from time to time, parked adjacent to Basil…