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Published: July 12th 2015
I'm sure there ar things to see in the area, but it would mean taking Billy & it's too far/mountainous/dangerous to cycle, so we stayed on the beach.
Last night I lent my Turkish wafter (technical term for a plastic BBQ fan) to a neighbour who turned out to be a Brit. He was a Brit, in Greece driving a Bulgarian plated car. I asked if he was on the run – he & his wife run a hotel 2 hours away in a town called Bankso in the Bulgarian mountains – sun in the summer & snow in the winter. Nice.
In the late afternoon it got very humid & dark so we returned to Billy in case it rained as all the vents were wide open.... & it did, heavily, for what seemed like forever! A big, big storm with lightning & very, very loud thunder over us & the mountain... probably washed the top of Billy a treat. However, the rain off the camp road was draining down, under, round & past Billy – a stream / lake of about 4” deep outside due to the site being on a gentle slope. My flip
flops washed away – goodness knows how the few people in tents got on – it was just torrential & the noise inside Billy was too loud to hear each other talk. Cracks of lightning & thunder were so close & so loud that we were both literally jumping off the seat! Then the electric went off (I think the power plug had shorted as we could hear music in the bar) – we had battery power for the lights, but we hadn't turned the gas on yesterday as we hadn't used it...someone had to go out without flip flops, into the 'river', get soaked & turn the gas on for the fridge...I wonder who that was...?
Apart from that it was fine...
Later - mmmm, now, did I dare check the mains cable? It had the makings of a Tom & Jerry cartoon but I retrieved my flip flops from down the road, washed my feet in a non muddy puddle & yes, stuck the cable in another point, covered it in a plastic bag & bingo, power restored & no frazzed hair or skeletal X-ray shots. Anyway, even later, everything outside was awash so
we went to the restaurant to eat; very nice & quite reasonable too. We were given the menu, made our choices to be advised that everything was off except lobster, fish, spag bol & moussaka haha... we both had spag bol which was lovely & a bottle of organic, locally grown grape Sauvignon blanc which was scrummy too, all for around £20. We were also given a free pudding – baclava. Really awful but had to eat it of course. Back to Billy & the river / lake had subsided...& another major memory in the bank.
Tomorrow we leave for Kalambaka (we'll probably float there) – a long old journey of over 200 miles; there is a camp site in between but it's the one that was awful on the way down, so we're bypassing it. If I remember rightly, there's no wifi on the Kalambaka site, so if you don't hear from us that's the reason why – that or we're queueing at the ATM or soup kitchen...
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