Greece – Again ! 🇬🇷

Greece – Again ! 🇬🇷


With just 10 days remaining before our flights home we had to cross the rest of Turkey ( not far ), zip up to the Bulgarian border briefly to get Green Card insurance ( as we’d soon be back in Europe ), and then meander down through the major sights of northern and central Greece before flying out. Some of Greece’s very best sights lay ahead, most of which would be completely new to us.

On the Greece/Bulgaria border one can buy “Green Card” insurance giving you coverage all over Europe. Hedged our bets buying it here in case we head back to any European countries after Greece.


In contrast to the brutal experience when leaving Georgia and entering Turkey, departing Turkey and entering Bulgaria was an absolute breeze – 3 minutes to cross out of Turkey and 5 minutes to cross into Bulgaria, this time not one issue at all with our vehicle registration documents. Fast and friendly ! The Bulgarian border at Edirne is widely reported to be the best place to get Green Card insurance and as it was only 30 minutes or so out of our way we made the detour. All went smoothly and we were shortly afterwards in Greece.

This is what it looks like. Only provides third party coverage but is valid in all EU countries.


Every time we’ve come to Greece we’ve eagerly anticipated it and this was no exception. Noticeably cooler in this part of Greece ( being inland and further north ), our first impression was how remote it seemed and also how many police checks there were  – turns out this is a major area for people smuggling in to the Schengen zone. We’d become used to these in Turkey, but had now experienced one in Bulgaria and two in Greece in the space of a morning drive.

Greece, in yellow. We entered this time from Turkey/Bulgaria in the northeast and swung around to the southwest to Athens with some great sights on the way.


Once down to highway 2 the route took us straight west across to  Thessaloniki and on to Mount Olympus, the drive in equal parts scenic and also rather dull ( the latter part, weather related ). A couple of great beachside wild camps ( one, a revisit to the scene of the great toilet cap fiasco 😉) broke up the long stretches.

An excellent park-up in Makri, right by the beach. Some of our most peaceful nights have been by beaches, listening to the waves.


In Greek mythology, Olympus is home to the gods ( Zeus, Aphrodite, Hades and all that crowd 😊 ) and while likely very beautiful in the right conditions we unfortunately caught the leading edge of some rain and cloud so did not see it at its best. Some glimpses through the clouds were tantalizing, while the drive up the very narrow road called for constant attention and some degree of fearlessness. Sadly, not hikable in the conditions.

Mount Olympus National Park.
Pretty as it was, after a long hard climb, but better weather would have helped.
By the time. We started a short hike it was actually raining. No fun !



Heading south west took us to Kalabaka and the absolutely stunning monastery complex at Meteora. Actually 6 separate monasteries, all perched high up on rock bluffs, they are truly a sight to behold. If they look at all familiar, you saw one of them in the James Bond classic, “For Your Eyes Only”. Click on the link to see the scene. Very impressed with Meteora – and to think we almost did not visit 😳! Highly, highly recommended.

The lighting was unusual in this shot but gave the first monastery we visited a sort of faded, surreal appearance. The whole site is absolutely stunning and easily accessible.
View down from up high between some of the monasteries.
A pretty steep walk up to this one ( featured in “For Your Eyes Only” ).
From afar. The stairs up are tight and recessed into the rock walls.
Pictures were not allowed inside the actual churches but we could get some of the artwork. Very well preserved.
If you look closely you can see four monastery complexes in this distant shot.
You could even get above them in places.
To think these were started in the 11th century. A difficult build !


Continuing on ( eventually ! ) down towards Athens, the next sight on our route was the archeological complex at Delphi ( famed for its links to Apollo and considered by the ancient Greeks to be the centre of the world ). Not just a great ruin complex but also an incredibly comprehensive museum of artifacts from the period ranging from well “BC” to several centuries “AC”. Initially we were a little underwhelmed, but that feeling soon changed when we reached the top and looked back over the complex from above – just a completely different perspective and easier to realize what an incredible place it was back at its historic peak. An added bonus was a wonderful night of camping at the nearby port/beach community of Itea, with an excellent little bar nearby – we’d forgotten how good Ouzo was !

An absolutely spectacular day was the backdrop for our Delphi visit.
Treasury building, Delphi.
Temple of Apollo, Delphi.
The massive amphitheater.
The ouzo was great ( had not had any for years ). Camped by this scenic little bar/cafe in Itea, near Delphi.


Regular readers will know that a huge part of our overlanding experience ( the main part ? ) is the chance to drive some of the world’s great roads. While Greece does not have a Carretera Austral, a Route 66, or a Birdsville Track ( that we know of anyway ), it’s Langada-Taygetos Pass offers up a dramatic, twisty,  narrow, scenic, rock cut overhung “road” that we were ( ok, ok…..”I was” ) determined to challenge. Two things attracted us – a 4.9 Google score based on hundreds of reviews, as well as a ranking on the Worlds Most Dangerous Roads site. Described by Tripadvisor as “not for the faint- hearted”, it was somewhat distant from where we were and still a long drive from Athens, but we nonetheless made the trip. Coastal Kalamata is the start of the road, from which it winds 56 torturous kilometres from there to the legendary Greek city of Sparta, the end of the road. It’s definitely a detour road trip we’re glad we did, more so because it was off-season with very little traffic giving us the time and room ( it’s not very wide in places ) to fully enjoy it. While I would not rank it with any of the aforementioned, it was a great road to drive – the unexpected pleasure being the abundance of autumn/fall leaves that were still on the trees – in December !

One of the prettiest spots we camped at, just north of Kalamata. Alone, up in the mountains, quiet, safe and with a beautiful sunrise before starting the Langada-Taygetos Pass road.
Fall colours just made the trip.
One of the rock cuts, near the Sparta end.
A ton of tight hairpins need to be navigated to reach the top.
Another “tunnel”.


With this, only the historic Corinth canal lay between us and Athens, a journey we completed easily in the one day.  Corinth was started back in 67AD but only finished in 1893. While no longer used by today’s much larger ships it still functions and is quite a marvel of engineering. Not what I would call a “must do” destination, but we had to drive right through it anyway en route to Athens. Sometimes the sights just conveniently fall in your lap.

The Corinth canal.
Shot taken driving over the canal en route to Athens.

It’s always a good idea to manage one’s expectations when returning to a city after a long absence ( 35 years for us ) – we recalled Athens then as being polluted, smog ridden, and traffic snarled ( all of which it once was ). Happy to report that, however, they did it, they’ve certainly cleaned up the pollution, (we saw no smog at all), the days were beautiful and sunny and the traffic was absolutely manageable both going in, coming out and while driving right through the heart of the city.


Having seen most of Athens’ famous sights the first time we’d reconciled ourselves this time to just exploring some bits we’d missed, making shipping inquiries, cleaning up our van and then getting it safely stored while we went home for Christmas. Alas, the allure of the Acropolis/Parthenon complex was too great so we did venture there – thinking surely this time all that scaffolding from 1990 would be gone ( it had been 35 years after all ). Sadly not !


Widely considered one of the greatest ancient structures of the Western world, the complex is still under a degree of renovation ( and will be for some time ). Stunning it definitely is, but disappointing that you still can’t get a clear shot of it all 😟.

Acropolis, Athens.
Ditto.
The “big” attraction, Parthenon. Sadly still covered in some scaffolding ( and will be for some time yet ).
Acropolis
Acropolis
Many well-preserved ruins exist outside the Acropolis complex.
Hadrian’s Gate, also outside the Acropolis complex.
Athens was right into the Christmas spirit, here a backstreet heavily decorated that we stumbled upon.



With our Athens sights done, a little shopping completed and our van safely stored, we trekked off to Athens airport for the flights  home to Kelowna. An overnight in  London ( always a great stopover ) broke an otherwise lengthy journey, the excitement of seeing our kids and granddaughter tempered only by the knowledge that we were swapping rather balmy Mediterranean weather for a cold blast of Canadian winter. Brrrr !!!

Due to Athens strategic location as a great port, the gateway to Europe and a jumping off point for Egypt and the Middle East, it’s also become a place where Overlanders store their vehicles . Interesting to walk around the place and see where people were from and where they had been.
Check the plate – Alberta, Canada. Yes, there ARE other Canadians out there roaming around ! First we’ve met in many years.
Someone was VERY excited to be heading home to see our kids and grand daughter. Lois in the airport lounge, London.


If you’ve been following along we hope you’ve enjoyed the ride and look forward to restarting the blog in mid – January. At this point I’ve exhausted all the “In Case You Wondered” questions we’ve been asked ( all I could remember in any case ! ) but if you are curious about any aspects of overland travel just pop in a comment or send us an email and I’ll address it – we do love hearing from people ! Meanwhile both Lois and I want to wish all our readers a very Merry Christmas and Happy New  Year !

Till 2026 ! …….😊😊

Return to Turkey:  The Southwest

Return to Turkey: The Southwest

Back from Cyprus, the weather was still holding nicely in the mid 20’s and with generally sunny days. This bode well for our planned travels west along Turkey‘s Mediterranean coast where we hoped to revisit a couple of our old haunts and explore some new places. The week ahead would take us through Aydincik, Fethiye/Oludeniz, Bodrum, Kusadasi, Pergamon and Canakkale before heading out to Greece ( actually, 10 days, but I’ve squeezed it all into this “week”s blog 😊 ).

Sunset from our camp site, Aydincik beach.
Aydincik beach.



Aydincik was one of those diamonds in the rough that you just occasionally stumble across when on the road. A cuter town than most, fronted by a large bay with a huge beach and a big flat area for picnicking and camping right behind. Provided gratuitously by the municipality, it has toilets, a freshwater supply, lots of garbage cans and is kept in very good shape – a nice boulevard provides for an easy walk into town for any and all supplies Such “finds” not being too common, needless to say it attracts a big crowd of both local and foreign tourists with campervans. We had one beautiful day there while the sun shone brightly and got some swimming in, but then the wind picked up to levels that were too high to be comfortable. We left, but it’s the kind of place people stay for days and even weeks. Some had.

Typical Turkish coastal road, near Antalya


The next section of the Turkish coast was very developed, sort of a playground for Turkey’s well to do ( and there are lots of them !) but it was a pretty drive and nice break from the long miles of flat nothing further to the east.  One of those places we were keen to revisit was Fethiye/Oludeniz, a real favourite from our first visit in 1989. Of course, we knew it would look nothing like it did back then, and indeed while it has exploded in size, the town, marina, beach, and lagoon remain as pretty as they ever were. In Fethiye, the marina provided a wonderful, safe, flat and convenient location to park up for a couple of nights. Like Bodrum just further along, Fethiye is an extremely popular place for the yachting crowd, and lots of tour operators here offer boat charters out to the nearby islands. It’s an extremely pretty part of the Turkish coast with several Greek islands just a few kilometres away. 

Waterfront on the Mediterranean, Alanya..
Harbourfront, beautiful Fethiye.
Nice evening view over the harbour from our camp spot at Fethiye marina.
Busy by day….
…just a few campers at night.
Oludeniz beach, to ourself !
Amyntas stone temples, Fethiye.



Continuing west, popular Bodrum was our next stop – in addition to revisiting the town we had some service work to be done on the van ( transmission oil/filter/gasket change ) so kind of killed two birds with one stone. Bodrum, too, has changed beyond recognition, and grown enormously but its downtown waterfront area remains lovely, and is delightful just to explore.

Entering Bodrum – it was not this big last time we visited !
Main tourist street, Bodrum.
Statue of Herodotus.
Beautifully lit mosque at night, Bodrum.
Early morning walk – the Turks stay up late but don’t get started very early.
Bodrum Castle.
Father of the nation, Mustafa Kemal – his image is everywhere in Turkey.
Typical Turkish sailing yacht.The woodwork is beautiful.
Bodrum backstreets – no one was up early ( except us ! ).
Finally found a Turkish Mercedes dealer who had the parts for our V6 diesel. Had the transmission oil/filter/gasket changed. Booked it Monday had it all done Tuesday – great service !
Fortunately this dealer had a commercial duty hoist and high doors for entry ( some others did not ).

Kusadasi is a hugely popular pit stop for all tourists, even the cruise ships stop here, given its proximity to Selcuk and its stunning Ephesus ruins. Tempting as it was to revisit Ephesus ( yes, it’s that impressive ), time was working against us and rather than do a repeat visit we opted instead to visit the Ancient City of Pergamum, just a bit further north, with an en-route stop at the historical Ottoman village of Sirince. Details of each under their respective links but suffice it to say we really enjoyed both – a real joy to have Pergamum almost to ourselves due to a very early start.

Kusadasi has a beautiful waterfront and vibrant tourist scene.
No question about what kind of watch you are getting in this Kusadasi store !!!!
Waterfront sculpture, Kusadasi.
Now being on the western side of Turkey, the sunsets were impressive – here at a beach where we stayed just north of Kusadasi.
Autumn/Fall was a great time to visit the historic village of Sirince, near Kusadasi.
Sirince is famed for its Ottoman era architecture, and great wine/cafe/restaurant scene. A cute little town which we enjoyed and where we overnighted.
Bought some of their wine – we liked the coffee better 😉.
Stunning Pergamum.
Pergamum.
Roman bust, Pergamum.
While not all Pergamum is well preserved, the amphitheatre is. It’s massive, with a view over the nearby town ( modern day Bergama ).



Swinging further west there was really only one major attraction on our radar before crossing back to Greece – Canakkale, on the eastern shore of the Dardanelles and its connection to Troy.   While the ruins of Troy are visible, most reviews were less than glowing, complaining that there just isn’t enough left to make it a compelling stop – we’d been badly burned a couple of weeks earlier visiting the much over-hyped Gobeklitepe ruins ( “another hundred years of digging needed”, said one critic, and I think he was underestimating 😊) so did not want to make the same mistake again. Hollywood has come to the rescue of Canakkale in this case – the very Trojan horse featured in the 2004 Brad Pitt epic, “Troy” is now on display right downtown for all to see, probably the city’s biggest attraction along with its majestic waterfront promenade and proximity to the historical Gelibolu peninsula just across the Dardanelles.

Star of the movie, “Troy”, the Trojan horse, Canakkale.
Ferrying across the Dardanelles and officially back in Europe from Asia. A beautiful day as we shifted from one continent to another !
Some charming Turkish military lads on the ferry – very curious about, and interested in, our van and our travels. As with everyone we met in Turkey they extended a very warm welcome to their country – so incredibly friendly, it’s what we will miss when we leave😟.



Given our plans were now fixed for a trip home over Christmas, all that remained was the drive across to Greece, making our way ultimately down to Athens for our flights home. Still some more of Greece to explore before leaving, stay tuned for that.

Till next week…..

Cyprus 🇨🇾

Cyprus 🇨🇾

Cyprus represented a significant change up from our usual travel routine. Typically heavy on sightseeing, or activities, with significant driving in between, we anticipated doing almost none of the above in Cyprus. While the country does have its share of worthy sights ( and is loaded with history given its central Mediterranean location ), our purpose while here was pretty much to relax, enjoy time in a few hotels or AirBnb’s, and let someone else do the cooking and cleaning ( I’d still be driving, but not nearly so much ). We’d promised something like this to ourselves, had been remiss in not actually doing it, so with Lois’s birthday falling in the middle of this week it seemed like the perfect excuse – and Cyprus was close, just a short ferry ride away from Mersin where we had just arrived.

It felt really weird to be ( temporarily ) parting company with our van. We were assured Tasucu port was safe ( and it was ).



Having secured our van in the gated and manned Tasucu port parking lot, we boarded the ferry for Girne ( Kyrenia ) the main ferry port in Northern Cyprus.  Here some explanation is required for those readers not familiar with the politics and geography of Cyprus. Ostensibly an independent country since 1960, in 1974 a conflict arose between the predominantly ethnically Turkish citizens in the northern part of the island and the majority ethnic Greek population in the south. It morphed into a full blown war when Turkey invaded to “protect” ethnic Turks The country has since been divided ( a UN supervised “Green Line” exists to this day ) into the internationally recognized Republic of Cyprus in the south and the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus ( TRNC )- a kind of quasi state recognized only by Turkey. Oddly, one gets stamped “out” of Turkey upon departure from  the mainland and stamped “in” to the TRNC upon arrival in Northern Cyprus- almost like another country……only it’s not. Fortunately, movement between northern and southern Cyprus is easy, a quick passport presentation, and one is waived through ( both ways ). Curiously, all driving is on the left, a legacy of decades of British control leading up to 1960. Enough with geo-politics, now to exploring Cyprus.

A North Cyprus flag looms large on the hillside north of Nicosia. One of many reminders that this is a very divided island.
Quaint boutique hotel where we stayed in Nicosia.
A long period of British rule left architectural reminders of the era. There are still parts of Cyprus that remain British sovereign territory ( part of the independence deal ).
Cypriot history runs deep and is intertwined with Romans, Venetians, Ottomans and others. Artifacts have been recovered from centuries before Christ, all on display at the Cyprus Museum in Nicosia.
Mythological “Aphrodite” has a long connection to Cyprus. Legend has it she was born near Paphos.



Coming from Turkey ( to the North of Cyprus ) , and due to ferry schedules, our first and last nights were spent in the TRNC. Apart from driving on  the left, the TRNC seemed pretty much like Turkey. Nicosia ( capital of the Republic of Cyprus ) is split between the north and south as mentioned above. Very Turkish in the north , very Greek in the south. We found it interesting that some of the tourism marketing literature even plays into the division, citing the fact that “Nicosia is Europe’s only remaining divided city” ( admittedly it is quite fascinating to wander around and see just exactly how the division operates ). Life goes on, on both sides, and everything seems calm these days but it is really weird to look down streets and see them completely barricaded off and blue UN insignias everywhere.  

We are standing on the “south” side here. Just feet away behind the wall is the “north”, or Turkish side.
UN “Green Line” post, atop a barricaded building.
Residential street in the south. Barricaded half way along to make way for the dividing Green Line.
Military post on the south side.



The dedicated pedestrian crossings ensured traffic between the two sides only moves where it can be controlled – while photography is supposedly prohibited at the checkpoints, practically every tourist can be seen snapping away ( us included ). The whole process was easy to navigate, just hard to believe such a division still exists. We asked an elderly Cypriot who lived through the war if he saw the possibility of unification, “Not in my lifetime !” he replied. Indeed both sides seem dug in and the status quo, which kind of works, seems likely to continue for the foreseeable future.

Packing away passports after crossing the checkpoint dividing north and south. Here at Ledra crossing. Crossings were trouble free.
This “mosque” on the north side was once a church ( evident until you see the minarets ).



Beyond our time in and around Nicosia it was mostly spent relaxing by pools, swimming in the ( still incredibly warm ) Mediterranean wherever we came across nice beaches, and sampling Greek, Turkish and Cypriot food at the myriad restaurants and food stalls that dot the island. It’s hugely popular with British and European tourists, as one would expect, and while November is typically out of season there were still tourists around. The days ranged between 24 and 26 degrees and were mostly sunny – warmer and sunnier than is typical we were informed ( happy with that ! ). 

Popular Governor’s beach – almost deserted despite divine weather and warm water. A great week to be in Cyprus.
Lois prefers the pools, myself the beaches. Here, our hotel pool in Paphos.



Paphos, ( popular with the Brits ) in the western extremity, occupied our first couple of days and Ayia Napa, at the eastern end filled the remainder of the time we spent outside Nicosia. We enjoyed both, possibly preferring  Paphos just a bit ( a little less touristy, perhaps because it was a bit more remote). We’d splashed out just a bit on the Ayia Napa accommodation though, and were delighted with the property- almost devoid of tourists, had a huge pool to ourselves and the owners upgraded us to a huge one bedroom unit with a massive deck. We felt very spoilt ( but loved it ! ).

A beautiful sunset in Paphos.
Civic building at night in Paphos.
Ditto.
Paphos seaside promenade
Reputed birthplace of Aphrodite.
A nice viewpoint we passed while exploring western Cyprus.
Paphos seafront.
Our condo in Ayia Napa, at the eastern end of Cyprus. The pool was enormous !
Relaxing, poolside 😎.
The unit was huge, as was the deck – or perhaps it just seemed that way having come from our van !
Trendy Nissi beach, Ayia Napa.
The crystal clear waters of Cape Cavo Greco on the eastern end of Cyprus.



One of our other project’s on Cyprus was to firm up some plans for future travel given we’d backed out of crossing Iraq by land and then hit some roadblocks with our shipping options out of Turkey. Killing a few birds with one stone we decided to store our van in Athens ( Greece ) over Christmas and fly home for a break with our kids and granddaughter. We’d left time to get from Turkey to Athens, and purchased a couple of return tickets home via London from there. This effectively pushed the onwards shipping decision down the road a bit and placed us in Athens when we returned – a popular port with great connections, hopefully something suitable will arise between now and then. Fingers crossed !


In Case You Wondered:

Q: Are there any “hassles” in particular in owning/driving a North American campervan in Europe ( or elsewhere ) ?

A: It is crowded in places. Roads can also be congested in some parts ( and narrow in others – Holland ! ). Many countries have tolls on their main roads which can get costly ( and they charge more for campers ), though these can usually be avoided if one stays off the toll roads.  Laundromats can be hard to find in some countries, or if you can find them they are of the “we’ll do it for you” variety ( costly, and slow – we prefer self serve ). Mind-boggling ( to us anyway ) is the number of places that have a washing machine only, no dryer ! Not convenient when you don’t want to hang around and waste time watching your clothes dry. Oh, and diesel is expensive in Europe ( as is gasoline ).
That’s a pretty short list of ( fairly minor ) grievances and overall it’s been a wonderful place to travel with a van ( hardly surprising then, that many Europeans also have motorhomes/campervans ). As a result the whole continent is generally well set up with RV infrastructure. It’s been critically important to have a cassette style toilet for easy dumping of waste – many times we use a simple toilet to empty it ( the biggest benefit of a cassette ) as North American style “black water” stations are almost unheard of in many places here. It’s also been helpful to be able to charge our batteries on the European 240v electrical system ( we have a dedicated 240v input charger in addition to our base 120v system ). Used rarely, but good to have. What’s also been critically important to making life manageable so far is our ability to be “off grid” for extended periods – big solar capacity (1,000w), big Lithium battery capacity (500a/h), good DCDC charger, and big water tank ( 165litre in total ). Not “scrambling” for power or water is key! Induction cooking has been wonderful – no searching for propane and struggling with all the different European fittings.

We still have much more of Europe and beyond to explore but that’s a quick overview so far. Hopefully we’ll  continue to feel the same way as we explore further…😊.

Greece 🇬🇷

Greece 🇬🇷

It’s been a long time since we have visited Greece – 35 years in fact. At that time we crewed across the Mediterranean from Egypt on a yacht,  entering the country in Rhodes. Some island hopping towards Athens followed – a wonderful time, great sights and great memories. On this occasion, entering from Albania in the north, the goal was to explore northern Greece, visit Thessaloniki and take in at least one island en route to Istanbul in Turkey.

Greece/Albanian border – fast and easy !

During our last visit the border with Albania was impenetrable – this time it was a breeze, even though it was another “Schengen” frontier to cross. On the Greek side they merely confirmed our vehicle was insured ( it was/is ), processed our passports and waved us in. We followed the coast south for about 10kms, Corfu temptingly lying just offshore, passing a number of beautiful ( near deserted ) beaches on the way.

First Greek beach we saw ( Corfu in the distance ). Water was nice and warm.

Igounemitsa is the first town of any size ( and a major ferry port ) – quaint enough but holding little appeal for us, we traveled on to Ioannina, a bigger city with some worthy Ottoman history, perched on a pretty lake. A nice place to wander around but nothing to hold us there for more than a day we continued on towards Thessaloniki.

Greece has a rather different view of what is “old” than most other countries !
Historic Ioannina castle ( on Ioannina Lake )
The castle grounds, well preserved in some areas.
The castle was used as recently as WW2 – for rather heinous reasons.
Distinctly Ottoman-era turrets on castle building.

Greece’s second biggest city, Thessaloniki has an impressive waterfront Corniche, a famous tower, and, among other things, a truly impressive museum of the Byzantine era.  We pass on lots of museums – glad we stopped in at this one, a fascinating glimpse into a pivotal period of Greek, Roman and Ottoman history. 

Decision time ! We decided to continue east to Thessaloniki.
Thessaloniki’s beautiful Corniche was packed on a beautiful Sunday.

Downtown Thessaloniki.
Thessaloniki’s famous White Tower.
Greece’s most revered son – Alexander The Great.
The impressive Byzantine museum.
Ditto
Ditto
Ditto.

Continuing east we made two additional stops as we crossed that narrow neck of land that separates Greece from Bulgaria and connects it to Turkey – a rustic, but popular wild camping spot just east of Thessaloniki and 3 delightful days on the island of Thassos ( midway between Thessaloniki and Istanbul ). Two of the three days offered up spectacular weather as we slowly made our way around the island camping, swimming, hiking and enjoying some local specialties. Lucky we were not any later in the season as many of the restaurants and stores were already closed. The upside, of course, was that we, along with what seemed to be only a handful of other campers, have the island just about to ourselves – absolutely delightful !

Beachfront wild camp, east of Thessaloniki.
Sunset at above beach.

The Greeks have their own “Macedonia” which is why they insist the small country to their north be called “North Macedonia” !
Overcast as we arrived on Thassos but it soon improved.

Relaxing…..😊
Thassos coastline….

..and its beaches ( water still warm enough to swim – October ).
Regardless of weather, the businesses are quiet by October as the big crowds are no more. Nice for us !

Spent two days driving around the island sampling several of its beaches.
Golden beach ( here ) was our pick.

Thassos port.
Restored Roman-era amphitheatre.
Sad to leave, but Turkey awaits.

Alas, our next stop  lay just a few hours east of us – time to bid Thassos “adieu” and move on to…….Turkey !

Heard rumours of 3 hour delays. No such issue – we were through in less than 30 minutes!

Till next week…

In Case You Wondered:

Q: Your van’s AC electrical is 120v ( standard North American style ), but Europe ( like most of the world ) is 240v. How do you charge your leisure batteries when you “plug in”

A: We have not needed to plug in anywhere yet – with 700w of solar on the roof and a 40amp DC/DC charger we have been able to keep our 500amp LifePo leisure batteries nicely charged simply by driving and/or relying on solar.  In addition to our regular inverter/charger, we have an auxiliary (240v input ) 25amp charger ( with European plug ) that we can use to charge our batteries should they ever need topping up (in the event it’s not sunny AND we don’t drive for an extended period). Our system has served us very well so far. 

Albania 🇦🇱 : The South

Albania 🇦🇱 : The South

While several times larger than Montenegro, Albania is still very small so getting from north to south does not take long. That said it’s full of amazing little towns, steeped in history and some pretty stunning natural sites. It’s fair to say that we probably found more of these in the south than in the north. 

It took us much longer of course, but gives one some idea of distances. That’s top to bottom.

In addition to its beautiful coastal attractions ( they don’t call it the “Albanian Riviera” by accident, two inland towns in particular stand out on the itinerary of most who are exploring Albania – Berat and Gjirokaster. Berat was probably the favourite in terms of it authentic Ottoman-era architecture while Gjirokaster had the more impressive fort of the two. Both were impressive, full of tourists and one could easily enjoy getting lost in the cobble-stoned streets of their respective old towns. We certainly did ! Again and again wherever we went in Albania we were shown the most amazing hospitality, especially so in these two places. The camp hosts were extremely knowledgeable and willing to go to almost any lengths to ensure we had an enjoyable stay, but we found the same at restaurants, stores, gas stations and just anywhere we came into contact with local people. Curious, always, as to where we came from and how we liked Albania you could absolutely see these were incredibly proud folks, so grateful to be free of their recent past ( the 45 lost years ) and delighted to be back on the European travel circuit. 

Ottoman-era architecture, Berat.
Simple camp site, Berat. With some French folks we just kept bumping into !
A pretty backstreet, Berat, old town.
Berat old town from the castle.
Ottoman-era buildings and houses.
Castle ruins, Berat.
Orthodox Church cut into mountainside, Berat.
Old town gate, Berat.

Gjirokastër old town, with view to the castle.
Ottoman-era building and houses, Gjirokaster.
Gjirokaster castle.
Ditto.
Ditto.

From Gjirokaster our ours took us south through another national park and it’s rather unusual natural attraction, the “Blue Eye” ( named after its resemblance to a human iris). An almost two kilometre hike in from the entrance brought us to a crystal clear creek where a crowd had gathered – right there, below the observation deck was this most stunningly deep blue circle of water which looked almost surreal.

Path to the “Blue Eye”.
Blue Eye.
Blue Eye.

From the national park it was not far to the coast where we’d hoped to experience a couple of day on one of Albania’s top beachside towns – Hisame, Saranda and Ksamil among those vying for the distinction of being the best. Here the weather dealt us a bit of unseasonal blow depriving us of the chance to see these places at their best. We explored Saranda and Ksamil and settled on just one day and night a beautiful and somewhat secluded little beach just north of Ksamil. Despite less than ideal swimming conditions ( it being a bit of a cooler day ) the water was really warm making for a nice dip, the last one in the Adriatic for a while anyway.

Secluded beach where we camped north of Ksamil.
We camped up high…
…and enjoyed a lovely sunset – last night in Albania 😟.

With that the Greek border was only about 20kms south so we meandered down that way, this time an easy and quick crossing…😊.

Till next week…

In Case You Wondered:

Q: Has it been easy to get water, dump grey water and empty the cassette toilet everywhere ?

A: Mostly, yes, and bear in mind that we almost NEVER use commercial campgrounds ( we are fully self contained so there is usually just no need ). There’s a variety of places to get water – service stations, public parks, paid filling stations, etc, and so far we’ve found no issue locating cassette toilet style “dump” stations ( though easier in some places than others ). Here is a picture of one of the fancier cassette dump stations ( this one in Norway ):

A cassette toilet “dump station” in Norway. A little fancier than most, but the cassette is simply emptied into the opening on the right side and a tap/faucet on the front is used to rinse out the cassette. This one even has a bowl/sink for washing your hands after ( operated by a push button for better hygiene).
Albania 🇦🇱 :  The Road To Theth

Albania 🇦🇱 : The Road To Theth

Probably no country on our European journey so far has been more anticipated than Albania. It was new to us, having never visited before, so there was always the allure of the unknown, but more importantly it has been generally less travelled having only been a popular “mainstream” destination in the 2000’s and especially so in recent years. There’s a lot to offer in a small package and first impressions have been generally excellent ( we knew what to expect with the litter and bad roads, so have discounted those things in said impressions ). First a little history.

Still see the occasional memorial/statue from the communist era – here, just near our camp site in Shkoder. A very “Soviet” look !

Anyone in our age demographic will doubtless recall Albania as the “North Korea of Europe”, the most Stalinist state of all, or the “Hermit Kingdom” where the brutally repressive communist regime of dictator, Enver Hoxha ruled with an iron fist from 1946 till his death in 1985 but the regime survived until 1992 when it was finally overthrown by a popular people’s revolution. In the years since it has developed enormously, and while it is still Europe’s poorest, the trappings of an emerging “nouveau riche” class are visible everywhere. Its infrastructure is improving and in just a couple of decades of alignment with the West a new openness has emerged ( it was essentially sealed off from the world for 45 years ). Practically all young people speak English and are eager to engage – so far we’ve been overwhelmed with friendliness and hospitality !

Some interesting color schemes in Albania. Escaping the drab, grey and dour communist era themes in some cases they went a little overboard with “bright”..! An apartment building and nearby mosque in Shkoder.

Happened to arrive on what must have been a busy day ( or we just chose the wrong border crossing ) as it was a long wait to cross from Montenegro – once at the border, though, we were give a very warm “Welcome to Albania” by the border guards. Then by the SIM card guy, then by the insurance guy, altogether making for an extremely smooth introduction to Albania.

Shkodër itself offered a few interesting sights – the Ottoman-era Mesi Bridge, the impressive castle ruins at Rozafa and finally ( but on a rather gruesome note ) the “Site of Witness and Memory Museum” which chronicles just some of the atrocities and persecution methods of the Albanian Secret Police and Military during the 45 year communist era. Pretty shocking stuff.

Ottoman-era Mesi Bridge, near Shkoder.
Entry to Rozafa Castle.
Rozafa Castle.
Ditto.
Please excuse the reflections but this was like taking a picture of a mirror! Sign marking the Site of Witness and Memory Museum.
Prison cells inside the museum. Small, dark and very musty.
Again, an image of a reflective surface but I thought the contents were worth the shoddy picture. Note the kinds of torture the communists inflicted on their own. Ghastly stuff !

Needing something a little more mellow after the aforementioned museum, we made the trek up to Albania’s very impressive Theth National Park. It’s not a long drive, but it is extremely circuitous, very steep, and the roads are mostly very narrow, making for some hair-raising driving. It is a spectacular drive though and Theth itself is an interesting little village with some great hikes and good examples of old Albanian architecture. The weather was a bit cloudy on the way up, but sunshine broke through in the late afternoon, so we set off for at least one of the hikes we intended to do up to the Grunas waterfall. Lucky we found some Albanians to help us find the way as it was not well marked, but the waterfall at the end was quite spectacular, as were the views out to the surrounding mountains. Theth itself sits in a beautiful valley high up in the Albanian Alps – everywhere you look is panoramic. Sadly, the following day was quite overcast with rain threatening, so we were unable to get in any more hikes. Sometimes you just have to take what you can get, glad we did the waterfall at least. Also enjoyed a beautiful night camping by the river, which provided us one of the most peaceful night’s sleep we can remember.

The road to Theth (a good section !).
Picturesque Theth Church.
Grunas waterfall – the last 200 metres more a climb than a hike but the reward was worth it.
Wild camped along with Dutch and German folks right by the river, Theth.
Driving down from Theth we pulled over for a coffee break. We were soon joined by the Albanian guys who had helped us on the hike and then a Canadian/Lithuanian couple who’d followed us down the mountain and couldn’t believe they were driving behind a van from BC, Canada. A nice stop !

From the elevated heights of Theth we backtracked to Shkoder and then on down the main highway to Albania’s capital city of Tirana. First stop was the very impressive “House of Leaves” museum ( documenting the history of the former communist regime, and the degree of secret surveillance they employed on citizens ), some Cold War bunker tours ( there were lots of bunkers ! ), a wander through the heart of Tirana and especially Skanderbeg Square where some of their national monuments are located, An extremely interesting day – we learned a ton about Albania.

Communist era propaganda poster, House of Leaves museum, Tirana.
For 46 years it was hard to get into Albania ( or to get out ! ) – they did not like hippy types !
Cold War era bunker, Tirana.
Inside the bunker. Cold, musty, and dark.
Et’hem Beg mosque in Tirana survived the religious purge of the Hoxha regime and was beautifully restored after the regime
One of Albania’s historic figures, Skanderberg Square.
Time for a beer ( and their beer was excellent ! )

With that our time in Tirana was done, incredible to think how much this country has changed in the 33 years since the end of communist era and truly interesting to talk to knowledgeable Albanians about their past, present, and hopes for the future. We’ll continue to explore the south of the country in the coming blog.

Till next week……

In Case You Wondered:

Q: What do you do about washing and drying clothes when you spend so long on the road ?

A: In Western Europe no problem, laundromats are everywhere, but we did find them harder to come by in Eastern Europe and Scandinavia  ( and in some cases much more expensive ). We carry enough clothes to go two weeks between washes and that has been a very wise move. The app we use is helpful in locating laundromats or we simply Google search “laundromat near me”.