Day
31: Hello Ancient Greece; From Igumenitsa to Perveza in Greece
May 30, 2012; Distance covered
today: 107 Km; Total: 2174 Km
It
was my first time taking a ferry across a sea for long hours. It reminded me of
Titanic and the different sections on it where different social/financial status
would determine which section of the ship one belongs to. I was among the poor,
truck drivers and those who did not have a bed or even a seat. The bright side
was that since it was not the high season, we, the poor, could also lie down on
the couches in the bar, something which would be impossible if there were many
passengers. So, I put my laptop under my head, my important belongings in my
pockets, and my handlebar bag on my
stomach and went to sleep for a couple of hours.
At
about 6, the ferry ducked in Igumenitsa in Greece. My Turkish friend went to
offload his truck from the ferry. I was one of the last passengers to go off
and I saw that my Turkish friend had been waiting for me to once again offer me
a ride and say goodbye. It was amazing to see that in a few hours of our meeting,
how close we had become. We would call each other “Ghardash” which means
“brother” in Turkish. We hugged and said good bye outside the ferry and
departed.
My First View in Greece |
One
of the reasons why I like to travel by bicycle is the very thing that happened
on the ferry between me and the truck driver. Because I am travelling alone,
and because I needed to know about the roads in Turkey, I approached him;
otherwise, I would have been minding my own business and been very reserved,
like almost all the passengers.
At
the port, there was a dog who had an empty bottle of water in its mouth and
wouldn’t let it go. Since there was no one in the port, the dog came to me and
sat down next to my bike with the bottle in its mouth. I remembered that I had
had some bread in my panniers so I gave it to the dog, and he ate it all. I
left this dog and a few meters away another crazy dog with a shoe in his mouth
followed me! The dog followed me for about 200 meters or so!
He wouldn't let go of the bottle!! |
I
was a little disoriented at first. I didn’t know which road to take or which
way. I then decided to go into town and have breakfast first. Then I can think
better. I was very lucky to go into a very nice café and had some of the best
pies. The owner spoke very good English so I spent an hour there and enjoyed
talking to him.
My friend and his pies |
I
decided to go south taking the road close to the beaches. I didn’t want to deal
with the challenges of finding a place to spend the nights so I didn’t go east.
Besides, the forecast for east was rain.
I
didn’t expect Greece to be hilly like this; I thought it would be somehow flat!
That means climbing and coasting down began first thing in the morning. At
about 3 o’clock, I saw a cyclist going opposite my direction. I went to the
other side of the road; She stopped and we talked.
We
went to a coffee shop just round the corner and had a chat. Alice, was a
university student from France. She had been on the road for a couple of months
now. She had started in February, in winter, all by herself. And, this had been
her first bike tour . She had been to Balkan countries and Turkey. Now she was
going to Venice and then home. Alice CouchSurfs a lot. She told me that she had
never stayed in a hotel! I was amazed by this because it is very difficult to
arrange CouchSurfing accommodation—No internet, no phone, no fixed schedule…
She
gave me the phone number of the person who hosted her in the town I was
heading. When I got to the town, I called him. He hung up on me many times. I
had asked a guy to call the CouchSurfer’s number because I didn’t have a phone.
He did and told the guy who I was and why I was calling. The funny point was
that as soon as I would get the phone to talk to him, I would lose him
immediately! Alice also admitted that it is a lot easier to find CouchSurfing
accommodation when you are a girl.
I
used my GPS and found a very good campground. I then went to a supermarket and
bought some stuff to cook something. After dinner, I went to the reception area
to use the Internet. When I got back, I found out that some kind of animal had
torn the corner of my tent and eaten the martadella I had stashed for
breakfast. I didn’t mind losing the food, but the tent was torn. I used ductape
to fix it. Now, it is 2:30 and I am really tired.
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