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
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
Closer to Istanbul
A stop near Petropigi turned into a longer affair as James’ tyre was 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 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
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
Our hotel room looks like a bomb hit it.
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.
