Grey, wind, gloom. Goce joined us to the Greek border before we continued along the straight, flat road into the headwind. It was totally uninspiring and we had to push ourselves (me especially) to get some kilometres done.
It is amazing the difference the weather makes. It didn’t rain, but it was cold with a fairly strong headwind. The grey skies and mood made the farmland landscape unenergizing.
Still, we did enter a new country – Greece.
We stopped in a small village and were allowed to camp on the lawns in front of a church. A storm will be cooked up shortly.
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