The mist and grey skies have returned. As have the busy roads and factories. Onwards as fast as possible watching the death wishes of the mad Greek drivers.
‘I’ve had it. I’ve cycled 15000km around Europe and once I get to Istanbul, I’ll throw my bike into the Bosphorus.’
The English cycler we met today wasn’t enjoying his trip. James and I found it hard to say why he is doing it. While removing layers at a bus stop I spotted him. A long distance cyclist with lots of luggage. My squeal of excitement didn’t last long as he proceeded to cycle right past us. Later we saw him and heard all his misery. The whole trip sucked. He had cycled a big loop around Europe from Scandinavia to here. He didn’t ask where we were going.
We are camped on a football field at the beach patrolled by a white cat. James revealed some ouzo, and then made a cake to celebrate his upcoming 6000km mark.
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