Farewell Greece

Our last few days in Greece were spent at a lovely campsite near the port of Killinis, where boats sail across to the islands of Zante and Kefalonia.

This site – Fournia Beach - was in our guide book but had also been recommended by the lady who ran the duty free shop on the ferry on the way across, as it was owned by her friend’s family. It turned to out to be one of our favourite sites on the trip so far.

Before that, we must mention the Turner family from Canada, who we met on our last day in Stoupa. They are 10 months into a year round the world and we spent a happy afternoon on the beach swapping stories, rounded off with a cracking Greek meal in the evening. Dot made instant friends with Jack and Elizabeth, and we were all tickled that Paul is a huge fan of HP sauce and doesn’t leave home without it…

At Fournia, we chose a pitch on a terrace with sea views, but the tight bends meant we needed 7 men to push us into place. There was a small beach down a flight of steps and to our delight, the first waves we have seen in four months. As soon as the caravan was sorted we spent a happy hour body-boarding in the surf.

The onsite restaurant had a fab terrace for watching the sun go down. Everyone was very friendly and it was also good to get the barbeque out after being thwarted by late-afternoon wind (Gythio) and thunderstorms (Stoupa) in the last couple of sites. Dot was also pleased to see some more kittens…

We arrived in Patras in plenty of time for our ferry but decided to ignore the satnav and follow the road signs to the Port – a bad move as this took us through some very slow and busy city streets. Time was ticking and we made it just in time. Just before we boarded we had to navigate through a rampaging hoard of migrants trying being chased by security guards, trying stow away on lorries heading for Italy. Luckily none of them tried to hide in the caravan.

As we boarded the ramp our hearts sank as the dockhand gave the instruction for us to reverse the caravan into place. Again luck was on our side and he was happy to guide us backwards in perfect English.

Like last time, we were camping on deck in our caravan. Again we had a great view, but it was not all plain sailing, and we were woken at 4am with a howling gale threatening to blow off the windows. Still, it’s great to be able to cook your own dinner before sleeping in your own bed.

We had a fantastic seven weeks in the Peloponnese, and would recommend a holiday here to anyone looking for scenery, sea and sunshine, with a drop of history thrown in.

We docked at Bari two hours late with some trepidation, wondering if the next leg of our adventure would be as good as the last…

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