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Left the nice camp site & hippy types with the beautiful sight of Samothraki Island to our right in the Sea of Thrace ('I'm Spartacus!' & all that apparently). Cathy had a fight with the Dyson & after exploring' a few town back streets eventually got back onto the main road towards the Turkish border. We weren't that far away so were there inno time. We were waved through the Greek checkpoint, then stopped at the Turkish passport control, then the Customs control, then the documents control & finally the 'not sure what it was' control as all the chap did was to scan the bar code the previous controller had stuck on my passport – no wonder he looked bored. It was obviously a dangerous job as he carried a hand gun. At the Customs check the chap asked to look inside Billy whilst asking me where we were going. He stuck his head in, said,”very niiiice” & that was that.
We learnt that for future reference that you can buy duty free fuel between the 2 checkpoints at c. 65p / litre.
Off onto the Turkish side – we had made it! Turned off onto a country
road to try to stop for lunch, ended up in a little village being gawked at; I think they thought Prince Charles had come back post the other week's commemoration up the road) Eventually did stop for lunch & in no time were at our camp site. It was very rustic in a ploughed field sort of way...
Anyway we bounced along to a pitch (I use the term loosely) & set up shop – I was glad I bought a groundsheet as the grass / weeds were over a foot high. Once again there is one other occupied caravan here – a German couple. (Just realised I said occupied & German in the same sentence, ha!) The site has a restaurant which is open tonight so we're going to eat there – what a treat! A chap from the bar brought us some Turkish tea which Richard would have loved as it was blow your head off strong (no milk of course, don't be soft) but I put two little sugar lumps in to take the edge off.
Then another chap came out who spoke English with a definite Bronx accent – he had lived in America
for 25 years though had lived in Pennsylvania. I asked his name – all me Mike..
He showed Cathy how to use the washing machine (surprise – a Turkish man who knew how work a washing machine) which was in the ladies shower block....
Again, we can see the Island to our left out way across the bay – it is a nice setting at least, we're 50m from the water's edge.
Tomorrow is a long old way as unless the website I used is wrong, they may not be another campsite for over 200 miles, some of those miles being a coastal road which inevitably are slow. Also we have a ferry to use for a half hour crossing, which you don't book, to Cannakale to avoid going the long way round via Istanbul – we also would like to see what's what around Gallipoli itself, we'll see. Still, there are hotels dotted about the coast or we could find somewhere in the country & use Billy. How exciting!
So, going to ask Mike if I can use their wifi – you'll soon find out...
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