strangelover: (Island)
Part I: Historically inaccurate statues, *actual* records and marshmallow beds.
Part II: Getting lost, wildlife and seaside towns.
Part III: An Ancient City and the City of Spice.
Part IV: Drama and the seaside.
Part V: Hippie infested beaches and tasty goat.

~o~O~o~

Feeling human again after a good night of sleep we made the most of the early morning by visiting the Sanctuary Of The Great Gods, literally down the road from our hotel. It's an amazing site, being one of the main Pan-Hellenic sanctuaries and used by a Chthonic cult, though I think thanks to Dion it lost some of the spark for me, despite the Sanctuary being at least a few centuries older. First stop was the museum, filled with various offerings and a cast of the Nike, which seemed so strange, just stuck in a corner, out of the way. We then wandered around in the heat, growling at people who chose to ignore the fact that this is an ancient site and showing absolutely no respect for their own history. {/rant} Again, lots of photographs were taken.

Sanctuary II


We spent much of the afternoon lazing around in Therma, sipping coffee and reading my book, before venturing to the last accessible beach for a few hours swimming in the (slightly rough) sea and thus, working on my tan. I saw the second of the beautiful Samothrakian sunsets, this one I managed to capture slightly better on the camera, which I have already posted. Dinner in Therma, sans goat, with a night out in the Hora, drinking and chatting with my lovely boyfriend, being served excellent drinks and great bar snacks (dried fruits and pretzels, mmmm) by the campest man ever, who happily danced to a cool jazz version of Clandestino. Surreal.

Sunday arrived, our last full day on the island. The plan for the day involved visiting the series of the Phonias Waterfalls and little else, but coffee was required first as the hotel ran out of their (possibly pointless decaffeinated) brew to go with breakfast. On the advice of friends, I wore my hiking boots, though some other (incredibly cute Spanish) girls did it all barefoot. Slightly heat-stroked, I stayed to relax by the first pool, wishing I'd brought my swimsuit, while The Boyfriend made it up to the second of the three. I have every intention to make it to the second, if not third on my next visit to the island. Several hours later (it's amazing how time really does fly), we walked back to the car and went in search of food, in particular, a specific taverna The Boyfriend hoped he hadn't hallucinated (he hadn't). We rounded off the evening with a swim at Pachia Ammos again, spending the rest of the evening in Therma at HippieVille (or Stoa, as it is actually called), drinking beer, admiring the toned hippies (how is that even possible?)

Mountain pools

Monday was a bit of a travelling blur. We grabbed breakfast at the hotel, piled our stuff into the car, killed an hour in Therma before boarding the ferry to Alexandroupoli. Planning the route back home, The Boyfriend was a tad overly optimistic, deciding we'd drive the 800-odd kilometres back all in one day. Uff. We grabbed coffee and a bite to eat in Alexandroupoli and at half four started our journey towards Thessaloniki (thank goodness for Egnatia), stopping in what is apparently goth central in northern Greece - the town of Langadas - for dinner. Back on the road, we skirted around the edge of Thessaloniki with some 500+ kilometres to go, around 21:00. Along the national road, passing by Katerini, Larissa, Lamia and Thiva, stopping for coffee and sugar fixes for The Boyfriend, along with the odd nap in various lay-bys, finally arriving home to Vrilissia and the Purr Machine, aka The Insane HouseCat at five in the a.m. It's good to be home.
strangelover: (Island)
Part I: Historically inaccurate statues, *actual* records and marshmallow beds.
Part II: Getting lost, wildlife and seaside towns.
Part III: An Ancient City and the City of Spice.
Part IV: Drama and the seaside.

~o~O~o~

After the morning swim we headed back to Alexandroupoli, getting as close to the Turkish border as I've been (40kms). We bought our ferry tickets and found we had a few hours to kill, so lazed at the local FloCafe (who had really shit wifi), grabbed some food and boarded the ferry. We took the car over as it was safer, cheaper and handier to have it with us, despite the small-ish size of the island - 178 km2, though much of it is inaccessible.

Fat Sand

Once on the island, we drove in the completely opposite direction to the rest of the traffic in an attempt to locate a suitably quiet camping site. We found the beach of Pachia Ammos (which translates to Fat Sand) and considered it a winner, then visited a chapel surrounded by a lovely garden atop the mountain, looking over much of the island. Sadly it was also floodlit, making it a bad choice for a campsite. However we did get to watch an awesome sunset, the sun so large and bright red as it disappeared below the horizon.

Samothraki Sunset II

Set on our campsite, we ventured to the Hora and found a rock bar in the midst of all the new age, crystal selling stores, had a couple of drinks then grabbed a light dinner at a kitty-filled taverna before heading back to the campsite to discover that it was no longer secluded, nor quiet as there was some trance party going on there. Sadly we managed to get the car bogged in the sand, so had no choice but to set up tent and hope to catch some sleep. I failed, spectacularly, finally getting to sleep when the sun came up, coinciding with the end of the ear-bleeding doof-doof noises. When I did wake, I found the tent was filled with little bugs small enough to fall through the mesh that is the roof of the tent, thus putting a damper on the whole camping idea. Two nights of crap sleep had me nearly in tears, so after a swim in the sea - later joined by some skinny-dipping hippies left over from the night before - The Boyfriend dug the car out and we ventured back towards civilisation, collecting a couple of Israeli blokes who we then kept bumping into over the course of the following days.

The rest of the day was a bit of a sleepy blur. I managed to temporarily lose a contact lens in my eye! I thought it had popped out, instead, half an hour later it blinked down into place. Go figure. There was coffee, sampling of the local food in the form of goat (chops, which tasted like lamb but sweeter), a drive around the island, checking into the Kastro hotel, a swim in the hotel pool, a light (ha!) dinner and beer in the Hora while discussing kink, much to the amusement of the Germans sitting at the table next to us.

Back to the hotel around half ten, whereupon I crashed for a solid ten hour sleep. Bliss.

[Concludes here]

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