I know it has been a few days since the last blog. But we have been busy and mostly stuck up in a hill with a great view of Patras in Greece. The hills offer little internet and no electricity. We have been stranded pirates, but have finally moved on with some sort of a plan. We stopped over in Istanbul and landed in Malta a few hours ago.
Patras is the third largest city in Greece. A student city and a great place to visit for a few days. As the penny-pinchers we are, the molo offered several nights of fishing without any outcome to speak of. Even though it’s winter and the local farmers keep crying about the fact that there is no real rain falling during the rainy-season – we had a great whole night of heavy rain under our tarp.
We comfortably lived on our budget and enjoyed spending the nights with new friends in the park. Some nights the city offered an underground rap concert, other times people danced to the sweet music of salsa. Many nights we really enjoyed the long walks through the city, enjoying new sights on every corner.
The camp was perfectly located on one of the steps of a steep hill on the inside of a hard turn. The view was perfect across the bay, with Patras City in between. Our thinking was that this could be a good place to stay for a while. But we quickly learned that although many spoke English, it could be hard to work up the money needed for us to journey on. We therefore took the bus back to Athens, moved ourselves in direction of the airport and.. Well.. Here we are!
More to come when I know what’s going on here.