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100 Not Out

By which of course I mean that we’ve now survived 100 days and nights of this ‘lunatic adventure’, as one of our more respectable friends called it. No harsh words, no knife-fighting and even the dog has maintained an even keel, despite the attentions of random feral dogs, stray cats and vagrant tortoises. Well done …

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Divine Intervention

The route down to the next campsite took us through the middle of ancient Olympia, which put us in mind of all those mythical Greek gods and goddesses (even though they lived on top of Mt Olympus, quite a way from where we were – but that’s the power of suggestion for you).  The roads …

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Marking Time

Keen to take in one more ‘must see’ site before going to ground for a while we spent a night just outside Delphi. Once the sun was up and about we revved up and motored on down to beat the crowds to the site of the ancient city that was built around the Temple of …

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Monasteries and Meteora

The Greek section of our wanderings started when we parked up at the edge of a large lake near Kilkis.  It turned out that this lake was home to a particularly rare and endangered species of waterfowl (and no, the dog did not catch and kill any) and also to a large itinerant herd of …

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Bulgaria

Bulgaria has a proud history of fighting off invaders from outside. The country is awash with monuments to this hero or that alliance, all of whom helped to repel foreign attackers in the past. Perhaps this combative approach to outsiders persists nationally in folk memory, at a reduced level. For instance, we called in at …

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That Was Romania

We’ve been in a largely internet and wi-fi free zone for the last week.  It has been excellent, albeit this came at the price of leaving the world in ignorance about our travels for a while.  We expect you enjoyed the break as much as we did. Romania was a revelation – if I’m being …

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Small Things

We didn’t spend much time in Hungary as it turned out, which meant that we didn’t have any local money – which turned out to be Forints.  This only became a problem as we navigated our way towards the border with Romania.  In keeping with our habit of following relatively minor roads we’d found a …

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The Dangers of Hubris

I think it’s a thing in classic Greek Tragedies when the protagonist engages in a bit of well-earned self-congratulation, or tempts the gods by indulging in some normally illicit behaviour, and is shortly after brought low by a twist of fate. We suspect we’ve been dealt such a blow, for after gloating about our visit …

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An Alarming Lapse

Easing out of Lithuania, we entered Poland by a relatively minor road and a seldom used border crossing.  This drew the attention of the Polish border people, who flagged us down.  One took our vehicle documents off into their office for a thorough going through while the other engaged us in conversation, opening with “Where …