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Day 62. 58km. Kavala – Xanthi

Posted: November 15, 2014 in Cycling, Greece
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I love playing with the fridge magnet game – putting sentences together with the words provided. Here are the words for today: rain, grey, road-death memorial, Petropigi, Paradeisos, Virgin Forest of Libidoitis, screw, rubber gloves, dodgy sauce, musky oregano for young children.

Xanthi - town of the pharmacies in the rain

Xanthi – town of the pharmacies in the rain

It was also a day of singing – in the rain. I can’t sing to save myself, and I pity James who had to listen to it. (My friend Ed from Delft is much better at singing.) My mother used to sing a song about Constantinople. And, in Kavala, we were 460km away from it.

Constantinople

Constantinople

Closer to Istanbul

Closer to Istanbul

A stop near Petropigi turned into a longer affair as James’ tyre was screwed.

Tyre is screwed

Tyre is screwed

Still, it was a pleasant ride passing Paradeisos and the Virgin Forest of Libidoitis.

We should have taken the road to Paradise

We should have taken the road to Paradise

We saw lots of road-death memorials. In Australia we call them ‘black-spots’, where people die on the road. A few days ago we passed where people can buy these memorials – just out of Thessaloniki next to the Titan Concrete works.

Road-death memorial

Road-death memorial

James, the carnivore, was keen on some flesh for dinner, so we went and had some at the local Greek restaurant. I didn’t order the dodgy sauce, though, or the musky oregano for young children.

Greek delights

Greek delights

Our hotel room looks like a bomb hit it.

Bomb

Bomb

Tomorrow the weather forecast is – drumroll – rain. After that it is going to clear up. We have decided to head off to Zlatograd in the Bulgarian mountains. There they are bound to be some curves in the roads, and a few less trucks.


A day on the road. Cycling along the border between acceptable weather and crap weather, we missed the rain, but didn’t swim either. James passed the 6 megametre mark. We are staying at an almost closed camping ground near Kavala. A rather uneventful day.

The Greek coast

The Greek coast

The cheesecake James made to celebrate his 6 megametre (6000km) mark didn’t set, so, we had to settle for 2 chocolate milkshakes, a chocolate milk, a salty yogurt drink, a coffee and a salty cheese pastry instead.

James' 6000km mark

James’ 6000km mark

Our camping ground is rather abandoned, only patrolled by hoards of cats that fight amongst themselves to earn the right to torment us having our dinner. Tomorrow up with the chickens on the way to Bulgaria.