Tuesday 10th September 2013 – Bogazkale, Turkey

We woke up feeling cold, something that we haven't felt for months. Getting up to make the tea I checked the outside temperature, it was under 2°C and the inside temperature was only 6°C. I put the heating on! It was 28°C during the day in Alexandropolis and now under 2°C – what a contrast.

We had long day of driving today but not as long or as frenetic as yesterday. Continuing south on the 750 we came across a large number of stalls on both sides of the road selling melons, many hundreds on each stall and of four of five different varieties. We soon came to the town of Kazan which we christened 'Melon City' and the locals obviously thought the same as, in pride of place, on a plinth in the centre of the town was a massive sculpture of a melon.

The stalls continued for a long distance after the town before we arrived at the motorway ring road around Ankara. I was expecting similar road conditions and driving to the Istanbul motorway but this was much more civilised and much quieter.

Heading east from Ankara we passed another melon growing area with many more stalls but the melons were smaller and not the same quality as Melon City.

By 15:00 we had arrived at our first destination, Alacahuyuk, a few miles north-east of Sungurlu. We had come to see evidence of the Hittites, a people who occupied this part of Turkey and many other lands during the period 2200 BC to 1183 BC and this was the first of three sites that we planned to visit.

Alacahuyuk, discovered in 1835 by the English explorer W. J. Hamilton, was first occupied in the Copper Age (5,500 – 3,000 BC) but most of the finds relate to the Hatti civilization, predecessors of the Hittites, who occupied the site in the Early Bronze Age (3,000 – 2,000 BC) and made it their capital. However the Hittites took over the site and left their marks such as the impressive 'Sphinx Door' at the southern gate of the city. The walled city is quite small and there is little above ground other than the walls of buildings. However, Alacahuyuk is famous for its rich Natti royal burials where the bodies were placed in tombs surrounded by rich grave goods and the skulls and leg bones of sacrificed animals. Very good reconstructions of the burials have been placed inside the excavated city, giving the visitor an idea of the wealth of the Hatti civilization. There is also a small but very good museum displaying some of the finds.

We drove on using country roads to our next destination – Bogazkale and Camping Asikoglu.

It is common in Turkey for campsites to be associated with a hotel and this is the case with Camping Asikoglu. We had a good meal in the traditionally furnished hotel restaurant and our host advised us how to visit Hattusa and Yazilikaya, the two local sites. He also told us to have as many apples as we wanted from the trees in the campsite - £10 a night and free apples, can't be bad!

Photos: Hatti royal burial with sun discs and sacrificed cattle heads; A Hittite teapot – tea drinking has been a tradition for thousands of years here!

Monday 9th September 2013 – Akyarma, Turkey

We had a long day of driving today and we were on the road by 08:10, taking the old road to the Turkish border. We filled up with fuel (Diesel is expensive in Turkey) and bought some essential supplies whilst still in Greece.

Crossing into Turkey was straightforward if a little long-winded and then it was a long slog of major roads and motorways. Driving around Istanbul on the motorway ring-road was ….... interesting. Turkish drivers have absolutely no concept of lane discipline and their driving is appalling. I am not exaggerating when I say that we saw as much 'undertaking' as overtaking and cars would weave in and out of all four lanes at great speed often cutting across two lanes at a time missing moving cars by inches. You have to have eyes everywhere and if you leave any gap at all between you and the car in front, a car will appear from left or right to fill the gap without any warning. There were a lot of gasps from both of us but amazingly no horns were sounded, the locals just accepted it!

Many miles out of Istanbul, the traffic started to thin and the driving became easier although you still needed to have eyes everywhere! We started to climb steadily as we approached Gerede where the motorway turns south to head for Anchora. We left the motorway here and took the 750 which runs parallel to the east. We were heading for a campsite that we had found on the ACSI site, Yayla Mocamp at Akyarma. We saw it on the opposite side of the dual carriageway so we found a place to do a u-turn and headed back. We expected it to be basic but were pleasantly surprised. We were then only customers but we had electricity and there was a clean shower block with proper toilets (not foot ones), toilet paper and sinks with soap and paper towels. The situation is quite pleasant, under trees with a stream and small recreational lake. There is also a restaurant but having driven 650 km and been on the road for over 10 hours, we just wanted a simple meal and some sleep. The site is at nearly 1500 metres and it was positively cool at 13°C – time to hunker down.

Photos: Jane managed to grab a few photographs as we crossed the Bosphoros. This one shows the European side of Istanbul on the right and the Asian side on the left.

Sunday 8th September 2013 - Alexandropolis, Greece

Today we had a day off from travelling while Jane did the washing and I did the blog. It became obvious why the Bulgarians were celebrating last night as they all left today – back to work tomorrow, no doubt.

Most of the Dutch also left and that confirmed my speculation of yesterday. They were obviously a large group going to or coming from an organised tour of Turkey.

Photos: No photos today.

Saturday 7th September 2013 – Alexandropolis, Greece

Close to the campsite is the archaeological site of Avdira and the Blue Guide suggested that it could be interesting so we headed of to it. The route took us all along the coast with lovely beaches and many small holiday homes. Arriving at the site it was obvious that it was extensive and, according to information boards, the EU had invested large amounts of money in it. Also according to the boards the site was open from 08:30 to 17:00 every day but it was a victim of the austerity cuts and it was locked up.

We looked over the fence and read about the history of the site on the information board before heading up to the acropolis, an open part of the site. This was occupied in the earliest phase of the site but the extant remains are of an early Christian basilica. The views were lovely all along the coast and over to the island of Thassos.

We read that there was a museum in the modern village of Avdira so we drove on to check it out, expecting it to be closed like the site. There was a large poster on the door of the very modern museum stating 'OKI' ('NO') and we guessed that this had to do with the cuts. However it was open! There were two staff and one spoke good English (he insisted that his English was poor!) and he gave us a good introduction and the two shadowed as we walked around. The museum was excellent, very well presented, some excellent finds especially from the graves and the information boards were extremely informative telling things about ancient Greek life that we didn't know. No photography was allowed (the main reason we were so closely watched, I suspect), so I can't show you any of the excellent finds. We asked about the site and it was confirmed that the cuts were the reason that it was closed. It “might be open Monday or Tuesday”. I find it amazing that the museum for the site didn't know when the site was going to be open. If they didn't know, how were visitors supposed to find out?

I asked about the posters on the door. Yes, they were about the cuts. Was his job at risk? He will be made redundant from 6^th November with no prospect of getting another job. He handed us two leaflets on the museum and the site and a photocopied sheet that explained in Greek and English why they were protesting the cuts. We wished him luck.

Just beyond Lagos is an amazing monastery. Set on an island in a lagoon south of Lake Vistonis it is linked to the mainland by a wooden bridge. A further wooden bridge leads from the monastery to a second island and another church. It is popular with Greek and Bulgarian tourists and was quite busy when we visited. After our visit we sat in the car park in Henrietta and had lunch. A monk approached, wished us welcome and asked where we were from. It turned out that he had relatives in Folkstone and Birmingham. He told us that the monastery is part of Vatopedi, a monastery on Mount Athos (Holy Mountain), an autonomous area of Greece run by the Greek Orthodox church. There they use the Gregorian calendar (13 days behind ours) and the hours of the day are of variable length! Fortunately, the open hours displayed at this monastery were on our calendar and time. The monk gave us a DVD that celebrated 25 years this year of restoration of Vatopedi and he told us that Charles Prince (as in the Prince of Wales) had visited the monastery many times. Sure enough, when we watched the DVD (all in Greek but still fascinating) Prince Charles gave a short speech saying that it was his fifth visit.

Taking a coastal route passed the rather impressive-looking EOT campsite at Fanari (lots of flamingoes here), all was going well until we came across a sign telling us that we were crossing a river. What we didn't realise was that we were actually crossing the river, without the assistance of a bridge! The asphalt suddenly stopped and we were on an earth track and then a concrete ford. Fortunately at this time of the year the river wasn't flowing over the ford so we were able to cross whilst admiring the bird life (egrets and others) on both sides. After another short stretch of dirt track we rejoined the asphalt and a more civilised road.

We stopped at two small archaeological sites close to Maroneia, a Greek / Roman theatre half a mile down a dirt track (we seem to be making a habit of this) and an early Christian settlement with a huge basilica.

On then to the biggest city in eastern Greece, Alexandropolis, and to the appropriately named Camping Alexandropolis. The campsite was quite busy with a large number of Dutch and Bulgarian motorhomes and caravans. There were also a few Germans but we were the only British people there.

The evening was quite noisy with lots of load Bulgarian music and the Bulgarians were obviously celebrating but it didn't keep us awake.

Photos: The monastery on Lake Vistonis taken from the church on the second island; Henrietta fording the river.

Friday 6th September 2013 – Mandra Beach, Greece

It appears that, although the local mosquitoes are voracious, their bites are not as potent as many. We still have lots of visible wounds but they are not itching as they do normally.

After a quick walk to the supermarket to collect fresh bread and other supplies, we had breakfast outside without any hindrance from mosquitoes. Then it was on the road again heading east.

We again took the old national road 2 and this turned out to be a particularly good choice as we passed lots of archaeological sites. We didn't have time to stop at most of them but have noted that we need to investigate them at a future date. We stopped at two Macedonian tombs cut into hills on the coastal stretch of the 2 just north of Asprovalta. The second was especially impressive, complete and the gates were open to allow public access.

There seems to have been an interim national road 2 between the original one that ran along the coast and the new motorway. This road runs inland from Nea Kerdillia to Kavala and as we drove away from the coast to find it we came across the the Lion of Amphipolis. We have seen this before (and the impressive, nearby site of Amphipolis) but I had to stop to have another look. As you will see from the photograph, the beautifully sculptured lion is massive and it was a huge task to put together the animal from the the thousands of pieces found over years of excavation. It was created in the 4^th century BC as a funeral monument to Admiral Leomedon who was a devoted companion of Alexander the Great.

Just before Kavala we came to the town of Eleftheroupoli and it was very busy. I guessed correctly that it was market day and we were soon in the centre that was bustling with people. It was here that we had a very near miss. I was driving slowly, fortunately, as a man walk straight out into the road without looking right in front of the van. I stood on the breaks and with an awful screech came to a halt about six inches from him. He realised too late that I was there and he stood in a state of shock as I stopped. A lucky escape for both of us!

We stopped on the outskirts of the town and walked back in again to spend some time in the market. It was a very good one with plants, fruit & vegetables, other food stalls and a huge number of clothes stalls. We bought forest honey, pasta, aubergines, beans and a lovely coloured pepper plant. That was followed by pitta souvlaki in a small café. We felt really Greek!

Passing through Kavala we actually drove under the Roman Aquaduct that used to supply the city with water. We thought on stopping in Xanthi but decided that, as we had no idea where to park or where the old town was, it was going to take too long.

We had found Mandra Beach campsite on the excellent ACSI site (www.eurocampings.co.uk) and decided to try to find it. We made it in the end but there was a fair amount of guesswork involved as there were no signs to it. This was the first Greek campsite that we have been to where 99% of the campers were Bulgarian (we were the 1%). For a brief period before WWI, this area of coast was Bulgarian and it is very accessible from southern Bulgaria. The campsite is next to the beach and the water is very shallow for a long way out so it is very safe for children. I suspect that this and other campsites along the coast were on the point of failing before the Bulgarians joined the EU. Now it is really thriving.

Photos: Close-up of the Lion of Amphipolis; Gourds in the Eleftheroupoli market; Our purchases – a pepper plant and three different types of aubergines.

Thursday 5th September 2013 – Asprovalta, Greece

After paying the bill at Sykia (Fig Tree) Camping and saying our goodbyes, we headed off to Volos to the tyre repair place that the breakdown people had recommended. On the way I saw some metal showing through the road surface and the memories came flooding back. We had seen the old disused narrow-guage railway lines running out Volos and noted that a preserved railway was still running a little further down the road. However there was also a line that used to take the same route as the road. With the railway no longer in use and a need to create or widen the road, the solution was obvious – use the old trackbed. After all the ballast in the trackbed would provide a good foundation but removing those rails would have been a lot of work so it was much easier just to asphalt straight over the track and rails. All along that stretch, small sections of rail appeared through the surface and sometimes both rails were clearly visible for some distance. I should think that it would be quite interesting to hit one of those when you were on a bike – there is not much grip on a railway line!

We soon found the tyre shop to the west of the port and explained what was required – repair the puncture, put the repaired wheel back on the van and the spare back under the van. The latter I knew was going to be a pain in the neck (and the back and other places) but I guessed that that expression was probably beyond the man's English and it was definitely beyond my Greek so I just warned him that it was very difficult. He did complain that the person who designed the spare wheel storage and retrieval must have been mad but within half an hour (most of that getting the spare back) it was completed and I had paid the amazingly reasonable bill of €10 - £9!

Unusually we decided to use the motorway for the first part of our journey because the other roads were going to take us a lot longer. Greece has an unfortunate method of determining their tolls that uses height and doesn't make an exception for motorhomes. This means that motorhomes pay the same as a small lorry, nearly three times the cost for a car. We spent more than €22 (£20) between Volos and Thessaloniki and a considerable amount of that was single carriageway due to new road construction work.

We drove on normal roads to Larisa and as we approached the city I stopped at red lights and saw in my wing mirror an identical Hobby motorhome approaching in the outside lane. We rarely see any Hobby motorhomes in the UK and, although there are more on the continent, it is very rare to see our model. To my amazement, I noted that this one was Greek. We have never seen a Greek Hobby in all of our travels. The van pulled alongside us and the driver called across “Nice looking van you have there”. I repaid the complement and we exchanged details of destinations. They were off to Thessaloniki but I don't know whether that was for a holiday or if they were on their way home. Too quickly, the lights changed to green and we were off. It would have been good to have more off a chat as we haven't met any Greek motorhomers who could speak English.

Before and after Larisa we covered more of the Thessaly Plain with distant views of mountains before climbing up and over the hills. There is another plain on the East side of Thessaloniki which is farmed extensively and has two lakes. We were able to leave the motorway here and take the old national road 2. We were expecting to see a mass of blue water as we approached Lake Koronia but saw only fields. Eventually we saw an area of white that looked like a very shallow salt lake surrounded by marshland. The lake was much smaller than that shown on our map and a large part of it seems to have dried up.

The second lake was blue and very pretty. On its shores there was the hot spring resort of Loutra Volvis – another time we must stop and investigate. Further east we watched a windsurfer speeding across the water. We could see the scar of the newly-constructed section of motorway on the other side of the lake and were glad that we had taken the old road.

We had a number of options for campsites on the route but chose the first at Asprovalta, appropriately named 'Camping Asprovalta'. We stayed here on our 14-month Odyssey six years ago and liked the site. It is right on the beach and the all of the vast number of pitches are huge but I had forgotten the two drawbacks – it is difficult to find pitches with a power supply (especially one that works) and there are huge number of mosquitoes. By the time we had selected a pitch and connected to a working electricity supply (with help from the neighbours), I could count 10 mosquito bites on my legs and arms. Still, a stroll on the beach made it all worthwhile and the locals on their semi-permanent pitches were all very friendly wishing us a 'Kali Spera' (good evening) as we passed.

Photos: Fish for tea? The beach at Camping Asprovalta.

Wednesday 4th September 2013 – Volos, Greece

After a relaxing morning, we walked the short distance to the harbour front and had lunch at one of Norman & Deborah's favourite cafés. We had frappé (cold coffee) and both the special omelette and special crepe were huge and very tasty. As we walked to the ferry port we saw the Express Skiathos approaching the harbour and soon it was reversing to the dock. Jim and Ellen had come to see us off and there were lots of hugs and kisses before we boarded and waved frantically as the ferry departed. It was touching to see Jim waving his white handkerchief and using it to dab his eyes, although I suspect there was a little irony in his actions!

We walked to the bus station but had just missed the 19:00 bus so, faced with an hour and a half wait for the next one, we retraced our steps a short distance to find a small restaurant in a very traditional Volos eating area.

I chose the Greek equivalent of whitebait and Jane had a Greek salad which turned out to be huge and really interesting with lots of capers and caper plant. We shared the dishes and were totally full at the end of it.

The bus was very modern and very impressive, with on-board wifi, something that I haven't seen on buses (rather than coaches) in any other country. We arrived back at the campsite to find Henrietta in good shape and the spare wheel still fully inflated!

Photos: Skopelos Town with the Kastro hill on the right – taken from the ferry as we left Skopelos.

Sunday 1st September to Tuesday 3rd September 2013 – Skopelos, Greece

We had a lovely few days with Norman and Deborah on the beautiful island of Skopelos. We investigated much of Skopelos Town and particularly enjoyed investigating the alleyways of the old town clustered around the Kastro (castle) hill. Here the architecture is fascinating, both the houses and the huge number of churches many of which are hidden in amongst the houses.

We had a great night with Norman and Deborah's good friends Jim and Ellen who they originally met on holiday in Skopelos and now meet every time they come to the island. There are a huge number of tavernas in Skopelos but over the years, Norman and Deborah have worked out the best ones and know all of the owners and staff well. We went to one of their favourites that night – Mouses (nothing to do with mice, it is pronounced 'moo-ses'). The food was excellent, as it was in all of the restaurants that we visited and there were many traditional Skopeletan dishes on the menu.

On Tuesday we went on a bus trip to Glossa at the other end of the island (also the other port that the ferry stops at). Glossa is a traditional village not as affected by tourism as Skopelos Town. We wandered around the alleyways and up to the small square where we found a small café. We wanted a small snack and saw that they served meze (small snacks) with their ouzo. Jane ordered an ouzo and Norman and I had beer and we asked for meze with them all. Deborah had a soft drink and some tzatziki and we planned to share all of the food. Jane's meze consisted of about 8 shallow-fried giant prawns and pickled vegetables whilst the beer meze was chunks of sausage, baked sweet pepper and fried patties made with potato, bread and cod's roe. The owner came out later and I asked her about the meze. She explained that they were very traditional – the strong spirit (ouzo) has to have a fish meze, whereas beer needs meat. Lovely, tasty food and excellent value.

Photos: Norman and Deborah's local bakers in a pretty traditional house; Skopelos Town church roof with traditional stone tiles; One of the older churches on the Kastro hill; Jim complained about the food at Mouses – the owner is about to attack him with the cleaver whilst Deborah attempts to prevent the cook from strangling Norman. Meanwhile, I take the photographs and keep my distance!

Saturday 31st August 2013 – Skopelos, Greece

The taxi arrived just before 06:30 and it was a very easy half hour journey into Volos port, most sensible people being still in their beds.

The Express Skiathos ferry is a large twin-hulled ship and there were a number of articulated lorries waiting to load as we climbed the steps to the passenger deck. The air-conditioned lounge was very comfortable and as the weather was rather dull, we spent most of the early part of the journey in there.

Arriving in Skiathos, it was obvious that there had been a recent heavy shower with water lying in the streets. Given that it was a 3hr 40m journey we investigated most of the ship and towards the end we sat at the stern where we were sheltered from the wind. The views were very murky due to the poor weather but we didn't have any rain.

The ship actually calls at Skopelos Island twice, once at Glossa at the northern end of the island and then at Skopelos Town after travelling down the entire length of the island. This mean that we got a very good, close-up view although this side of the island is sparsely populated and quite mountainous. Arriving at Skopelos Town we saw Norman and Deborah waiting for us on the quay and were soon greeting them and chatting as we walked with them.

We had seen a few photographs of their house but have never been able to coordinate a visit, so it was great to be able to see the house in the flesh. And a lovely house it is. A traditional Skopeletan town house, it has two floors and a basement. Greek houses often have the living accommodation on the first floor and the bedrooms on the ground floor. This is a very sensible arrangement in a hot country where the ground floor is cooler for sleeping. However, a previous owner had modernised the house and changed the arrangement to the standard English arrangement with the bedrooms on the upper floor. The modernisation had been very tastefully done, maintaining and enhancing the character of the house whilst increasing the space available by deepening the basement to provide a large lounge.

Photos: Jason of Jason and the Argonauts fame, set sail from Volos and this is a replica of his ship, the Argo, moored in the port of Volos; Norman and Deborah's house.

Friday 30th August 2013 – Volos, Greece

It was a very hot night - the outside temperature when we went to bed was 31 C and at 7.30 the next morning it was 38 C. Fortunately, we had bought a fan on a previous trip to an unseasonably hot Greece and with that blowing on us all night, it was just about bearable.

We had planned a quiet day today catching up with chores. The first indication that something was awry was that the water in the sink was very slow to drain. This is an indication that the van is not level but it seemed worse than the night before. When Jane went out of the van a little later, she discovered the problem - a very flat front tyre. We have breakdown cover, so we registered the problem and were told to expect assistance within 90 minutes. And we did - a very Greek response.

A father and son arrived at our pitch without a vehicle, a jack or any tools at all. The father was the supervisor and the son did all of the work. They used the (very inadequate) Transit jack and tools and the son crawled under the van to recover the spare tyre. He had no overalls, it was very hot and it is very difficult to remove the spare. Despite the use of various mats from the motorhome, he was soon covered in dirt, pouring with sweat and quietly cursing. Eventually he got the spare out and had soon replaced the wheel. The cause of the problem was very obvious – a screw head was visible in the tread (for Les' benefit and those of a technical nature, it was I believe a no. 8 cross-headed wood screw). They spoke no English but I managed to establish that the tyre could be repaired and to explain that I needed to know where I could get it done. With a map of Volos (thank you Volos tourist information office) they wrote the name and marked the street of the tyre repair shop.

The rest of the day was, thankfully, uneventful. We barbecued on the evening, starting with fresh corn on the cob, a real treat at this time of the year in Greece.

Photos: Jane relaxes in the shade and the wounded tyre relaxes against the olive tree on our pitch at Sykia Camping.

Thursday 29th August 2013 – Volos, Greece

As ever, it was difficult to leave Meteora, it is such a beautiful place and I always want to stay longer. We were still given presents when we left the campsite. Only a small icon this time (we had only stayed one night), a copy of an old drawing of Meteora, a campsite sticker, a 15% off voucher (I am sure that we had one of those before but didn't bring it) and a lovely A3 photograph showing two of the monasteries. The latter is now on Henrietta's wall and the icon will join the other two larger icons, also from Kastraki Camping.

The journey today was across the Plain of Thessaly, a huge and very fertile agricultural area. The main crops were wheat and cotton, although there were many others that we couldn't identify. There was also a much more modern crop, solar power, with many fields of solar panels using the abundant supply of the sun's powerful rays.

We saw evidence of the economic cutbacks when we came across a major road improvement had been halted. In some cases only the white lines were missing from the closed carriageways but in others the open carriageway was like a rough sea where they has slapped a thin layer of asphalt on the bare ground. This went on for many miles and the Greek authorities had done what they always do and had set a 50 km/hr (30 mph) limit on the whole stretch. The Greek drivers did what they always do, totally ignored it and drove through most of it at 90 km/hr. I ignored it too. Most of the time the road was as straight as a Roman road, totally flat and in perfect condition.

Jane read the excellent Blue Guide to Greece and found a number of archaeological sites close to Volos, the most interesting of which were in Nea Anchialos. We did follow earlier signs to a prehistoric site but when we found ourselves driving up a hill through an almond grove on a dirt track, we gave up. The lady who was picking the almonds gave us a bemused look as we passed her but didn't seem at all surprised when we came back the other way.

After that experience, we decided to stick to sites that we could see from the road and as we drove through Nea Anchialos, we saw one. It was closed to the public but could be viewed from the streets that surrounded it. It was an early Christian churc

h dating from 500 - 600.

It was lunchtime and we had parked outside a small café so we decided to eat there. We had two different shapes of tyropitta (Greek cheese pie) - I had the plain shape whilst Jane had the fancy spiral shape. They were very good, stuffed full with cheese. We washed those down with the best frappe (cold coffee) that we have had and all of that cost €5.70 (£5).

Just along the street we could see another tourist sign and walking to it we found another site but this was open to the public for another 20 minutes. The sign on the gate read 'Entrance €2, Cash Price €1' - we paid €2 each. We did a lightning tour of the site and read the accompanying English leaflet that told us about this and other early Christian (and other) sites in the area. Annoyingly, it didn't have a map to show the locations of the sites. Al of the churches that we saw dated to the 5th or 6th centuries and were richly decorated with mosaics, pillars and beautifully carved capitols. Ritual bathing seems to have been very important and there were many baths.

On then to Volos where we purchased some ferry tickets before heading for Kato Gatzea and Sykia Camping on the Pelion Peninsula.

Photos: A column capitol from the 5^th century basilica of St. Dimitri in Nea Anchialos; This caravan seemed to have been at the campsite for some time!

Wednesday 28th August 2013 – Kastraki, Greece

With the clocks put forward another hour, we were up at 05:30 and only half awake when we disembarked at Igoumenista just after 06:00. We wanted to take the old road rather than the new motorway to Yannina but they don't signpost it. We guessed the direction and were able to get further directions when we filled up with fuel. If you want to do it, turn left out of the port and head north along the coast, past the archaeological museum and eventually a road sign confirms the E90/E92 to Yannina. It is a very pretty route and in good condition. We were able to find a spot with a lovely mountain view to have breakfast and watch the sun gradually light the scene as it rose over the mountain behind us.

After a quick supermarket stop in Yannina, we again took the old road (E90/E92) towards Trikala. This was not such a good idea. The motorway has been open for some years now and the maintenance of the windy old road has been sadly neglected. We called in very briefly at Metsovo, a very traditional Greek mountain village that has always been a tourist resort but has become much more visited since the new motorway made access much easier. It is popular in the Summer as a cool (temperature) resort and in the Winter as a cool (temperature and fashion-wise) skiing resort. It was in Metsovo many years ago that we saw a traditional wood-fired bakers (Fournos) still in operation. Once the bread had been cooked, the villagers arrived with all sorts of food prepared in traditional large round open tins covered with a cloth. They carried the tins balanced on their heads and passed them over to the baker who placed them in the oven to cook using the heat remaining from the bake. A very green, ecologically-sound method of energy conservation practised well before this became fashionable. Now, I know what you are thinking, Martin but be approaching 100 years old, but I can assure you that we saw this less than 30 years ago. It was this that inspired me, many years later, to build a wood-fired oven in my back garden and to start baking bread for friends. I often use the residual heat to cook food, sometimes in one of those traditional round Greek tins. We have been back to Metsovo a number of times since and on the first return visit the traditional Fournos had closed. Now it is a tourist gift shop but it still retains its, rather faded, 'Fournos' sign.

Returning to the old road we continued towards Trikala and the road was in an even poorer state of repair with a landslip blocking two-thirds of the road at one point and no attempt had been made to clear it. By the time we approached Korydallos we had only seen one car travelling in the opposite direction and nobody followed us and then we saw why. Across the opposite carriageway was a road block showing 'STOP' and a no-entry sign! There certainly wasn't anything indicating a road closure at the Metsovo end, honest officer! At this point there is a T-junction with the motorway in one direction and Trikala/Kalambaka in the other direction. We took the latter and soon arrived at our destination – Kastraki and the fascinating Meteora one of our favourite places in Greece. Here giant rock formations, some over 400m high, thrust out of the plain and in the 10^th Century these attracted hermits who built cells in caves or on the tops of the peaks. By the 14^th Century this had developed into monastic communities with monasteries perched on the rocks and only accessible by using rope nets winched up the cliffs. This is a beautiful area with a wealth of history and architecture and well worth a visit if you can make it. For more details and photographs, see earlier entries in the Henrietta Hobby Blog - 21^st April 2011(Greek Easter) and 20^th May 2008 (part of our 14-month Odyssey).

We found a well-shaded pitch (it was 35°C when we arrived) and had a late lunch. We then discovered that the Italian weather pattern was repeated here – cloud building in the afternoon followed by a thunderstorm although we found out later that it was their first rain since July. The barbecue is cancelled, it is courgette omelette for dinner!

I wasn't going to include any photos of Meteora because I have put them in before but I went for a walk and the light was so good after the storm that I had to include some.

P.S. If you are travelling this route, I would suggest travelling on the old road to Yannina and then using the motorway until the junction for Trikala/Kalambaka(/Korydallos?).

Photos: Rocks tower over the village of Kastraki – there are three monasteries in the picture but you will find it difficult to spot them; A long view of one of the rocks with hermits' caves and monastery (recently restored) below; A closer view of the hermits caves and monastery – note the ladders used for access to and between the caves; One of the two tortoises that I encountered on the walk.

Tuesday 27th August 2013 – Superfast XI, Italy / Greece

An early start to go to the first aire to dump and fill before heading for the ferry at Ancona. Instead of believing the sat nav, we foolishly decided to follow the very clear signs to Ancona via the Autostrada. We realised too late that, instead of taking the obvious route directly south on the E55 to join the motorway, we were directed north and then west, adding about 45 minutes to the journey! It was a good job that we had allowed plenty of time.

When we boarded we were pleased to find that we were put on the open part of the deck rather than under the superstructure. It has been very warm in the last few days and we were looking forward to enjoying the breeze as we were sailing. However, before we sailed it was very hot in the full sun.

After lunch and a tour of the ship, which in contrast to the poorest P&O ferry that we had ever been on, turned out to be the best Greek ferry that we had ever travelled on. Very well furnished, lovely lounges and restaurants and very smart staff. Superfast Ferries and particularly the Superfast XI get our vote.

I purchased some wifi credit and caught up with emails whilst Jane returned to Henrietta. This turned out to be fortuitous as just as she arrived it started to rain and both roof windows were open. By the time I arrived, it was pouring and the deck was awash. Then the thunder and lightening started!

It was still raining after we had finished dinner but we picked a time of slightly lighter rain to run to the door to the upper decks. It has become a tradition for us to have an ouzo on the ferry over to Greece, so we went into the very smart stern bar and were entertained by a spectacular, continuous lightening display that often lit the sea to the horizon. When we attempted to return to the motorhome, the deck door opened to display a torrential downpour and a couple of inches of water on the deck. We went for another brief tour and fortunately the rain had abated slightly so that we only got wet and not drenched during the 15 metre dash to Henrietta.

We went to sleep with the rocking motion of the ship, the throbbing of the engines, the patter of rain on the roof and flashes from the lightening. We woke in the middle of the night to the most tremendous clap of thunder above the ship and a waterfall of rain on the roof. In all the storm must have gone on for more than 9 hours.

Photos: Leaving Ancona for Greece – Henrietta is the Hobby motorhome on the open deck.

Monday 26th August 2013 – Ravenna, Italy

What a lovely city! And full of history with no less than eight UNESCO World Herritage Monuments. A single €9.50 ticket allows access to five of the sites whilst another is free so we had our day planned. Revenna city centre is very compact and, as it was only a 20 minute walk in, it was easy to see all of the sites in one day. The Tourist Information Centre map was excellent, showing all of the sites in the city and allowing us to plot a route between the UNESCO sites that included other interesting locations.

Every site had amazing 5^th and 6^th Century mosaics of incredible quality but my favourite was the Basilica di Sant'Apollinare Nuovo. It is famous for its mosaic of the Three Wise Men but there is so much more and all as vibrant as the day they were made.

It wasn't just the UNESCO sites, the whole city is intriguing and we could have spent much longer wandering around the streets.

The sightseeing was interrupted by a very welcome break at lunch time for a pizza – we couldn't leave Italy without having had one!

Ravenna is on the list for a possible stop on the way home – there is much more to see!

Photos: On our journey yesterday we saw two church towers that were definitely not straight and this we named 'The Leaning Tower of Ravenna' – we are beginning to think that the Italians don't understand how to construct foundations!; The Three Wise Men mosaic.

Sunday 25th August 2013 – Ravenna, Italy

Driving on a Sunday morning in Italy is a delight. Up until mid-afternoon the Italians seem to be at church or with their families for Sunday lunch as the roads are quiet and the town and village streets deserted. We drove through pretty villages and past ancient farms until we arrived at that giant of a river – the Po. A vital trade route for millennia, the Po also poses a risk to the local inhabitants with serious flooding having occurred on many occasions. As a result, the Italians have built massive banks to keep the water from the surrounding land. In 2011 we stayed on an aire on the flood defences overlooking the Po. It was a lovely position and we really enjoyed our stay so, as it was now time for lunch, we decided to see if we could find a picnic spot. Just outside Melara we took a road straight up the bank following a sign to a car park. This turned out to be just over the other side of the bank and held a large number of picnic tables, two barbecue emplacements and a large number of cats. A larger number of cats than you would expect to find in the middle of nowhere!

It turned out that a local charity had set up a refuge for abandoned cats. It was very well organised with two sheds as living accommodation and plenty of food in evidence. The cats looked very well fed and healthy and did not pester us at all while we ate. Signs in many languages told us that the adults were sterilised to ensure that they were not overrun with more cats!

On again until we reached the city of Ravenna, full of history and interest, we hoped!

There are a number of motorhome aires in the city and we found the first one that had water and dumping facilities. It was however on a one-way system and was obviously going to be quite noisy on weekday mornings and evenings. We parked up and set off on foot to find another aire that was very close. Failing miserably, Jane spotted a Tourist Information Office next to the Mausoleum of Theodorico and we asked about the aires. The staff were very helpful, telling us all about the best sites in the city and also about the different aires. It turned out that the second aire that we were trying to find was just behind the office and was in a very quiet position. We picked up Henrietta and headed to the new aire.

We were told of a few restaurants by the tourist office lady and chose one slightly out of the centre and about 10 – 15 minutes walk from the aire. The Ristorante Pizzeria Naif was an excellent choice. They offered a tasting plate with melon & ham, skewers of prawns & baby squid, lasagne, roast pork and vegetables. They were simple dishes but wonderfully flavoured and together with some of their house wine, it was just what we wanted – a real taste of Italy.

Photos: The picnic site on the River Po taken from the road along the flood-prevention bank; A view of the Po from the picnic site – people were sunbathing on the beach on the opposite bank and the large sign is to inform people cruising on the river that there is a tourist attraction in 500m!

Saturday 24th August 2013 – Travagliato, Italy

We were expecting this to be the longest driving day of the journey to Ancona. After a quick visit to the market that was still setting up in the car park next to the aire, we set off for motorway just north of Mulhouse that took us over the Rhine and into Germany. Just a short drive down the east bank of the river and by 09:30 we were at the Swiss border at Basle. Here we bought the vignette that allowed us to drive on the Swiss motorways for a year - €40 (£35) with 6 Swiss Francs change. We realised just as we were passing it that the last motorway service station in Germany sold the vignettes and we suspect that there we would have been able to buy one for an exact Euro amount rather than getting change in Swiss Francs.

Compared to France, the Swiss motorways were quite busy but trouble-free and we soon started to see a change to alpine scenery with snow-capped mountains and near-vertical fields. The route took us past the very pretty Lake Lucerne and we were soon approaching the Gotthard Tunnel. Very early in Switzerland we had seen signs telling us that there were 5 km queues for the tunnel and this was still the case when we approached. The Swiss control the cars going into the tunnel in an attempt to avoid stationery traffic and traffic lights allow only 20 or 30 vehicles at a time. We played cat and mouse with a British open-top sports car in the next lane but, to mix the metaphors, the tortoise won and we left the hare behind us when we entered the 17km of tunnel. The temperature in the tunnel gets very high - today it reached over 39°C and 34°C inside the van. Together with safety and fumes, this is one of the reasons for stationary queues in the tunnel but we still found ourselves in one. It was a relief to reach the daylight and to open the windows to let in some fresh air. I should think that it was quite unpleasant in that open-top sports car in the tunnel especially when we came to a halt.

A very long descent took us down to the bottom of Lake Maggiore and the Italian border. Then it was on to Lake Como and here we left the motorway to head across country. Actually, country is not the correct word. I had forgotten how urbanised the area around the lakes is. Towns and villages run into each other without any glimpse of countryside. It appears that the Italians have caught the French Roundabout Disease and we must have negotiated 10 in the space of 5 miles that our, admittedly old, sat nav did not know about. They seemed to want to make some more artistic than the boring round shape, so they had built them in an elongated oval shape with extra scalloped edges. Pretty they might have been but it made them much more confusing to navigate. There is something to be said for boring when it comes to roundabouts!

We had picked out the south-west shore of Lake Iseo as a suitable stopover. There were two aires shown on our Italian aires book and one campsite – ideal. However, one aire (a car park) no longer accepted motorhomes and an official 'sosta di camper' (motorhome aire that charges a fee) has turned into a lido. Furthermore, the campsite no longer existed. The book showed some other possibilities over the other side of the lake but we knew that we could hit the same problem there so we decided to head in land to an aire in an area unlikely to be popular.

The aire at Travagliato (S.W. Of Brescia) is very basic but it does have water and dumping facilities and is quiet.

It had been hot and humid all day with the mountains shrouded in thick haze but the humidity increased after we arrived at the aire and the sky got blacker and blacker. We knew what was coming and we weren't disappointed. A massive and very long thunderstorm followed and the van was rocked by the very strong winds. The rain lashed down, the lightening was spectacular and van trembled with the vibrations of the thunder. And it got cooler – lovely!

Photos: One of the baker's stands in Thann market. The large loaf weighs about 12 kg and took 1 hour 30 minutes to cook in a wood-fired oven. We bought a loaf of their Pain Ordinaire which was anything but ordinary – it was excellent!

Friday 23rd August 2013 – Thann, France

Still on the plains of Haut-Sommes long straight roads passed huge border-less fields. Roman roads then a fenced in field with the Mediaeval ridge and furrow pattern – a preserved field?? When we first came to France there were only a very few roundabouts – all 'priorite a droit' when anything approaching from the right had priority. Then the French decided to adopt the British roundabout and, with the zealousness of the converted, they put them everywhere even in the most rural of locations where the chances of two vehicles approaching within the same minute is extremely slim. It was therefore a delight when the Sat Nav announced “continue for 50km” which meant that there were no turnings and no roundabouts for a whole 30 miles!

There were two more archaeological sites on our route both near Naix-aux-Forges. We couldn't find the first but managed to find the second although wished we hadn't! It turned out to be 1.5 km along a stone track, including a section up a steep hill. It was another Celtic oppidum and the site that we couldn't find was, probably, a more interesting Roman temple however it was a long walk to the site and we didn't have time to visit it.

With Henrietta no worse for her stone-track experience, we ploughed on using the smoother asphalt of a proper road.

We arrived at the pretty town of Thann on the River Thur where we parked up in the aire next to the river. We had time to explore the town and to chat to our British neighbours, Simon and Julie. They are from Devon and run an unusual business – Legionnaire's Disease Prevention.

Photos: A unique War Memorial in the very small village of Naives-en-Blois, carved in stone it shows a soldier looking out over the sandbags of a WWI trench; Houses on the River Thur in Thann.

Thursday 22nd August 2013 – La Cheppe, France

Most of the day was spent on quiet, die-straight roads (often of Roman creation) through intensively-farmed countryside. Round bales littered the fields like a giant's game of bowls whilst other fields boasted massive straw buildings made of traditional rectangular bales.

I had noted an archaeological site called 'Attila's Camp' close to the Roman road on our route and we decided to investigate. It turned out that there was also an aire at the site and, as it was late in the afternoon and not far from our planned stopping place, we decided to join the one other motorhome at the aire. We had enough time to investigate the site and discovered that it had been misnamed by some over-romantic 17^th Century historians. It was actually a fortified oppidum (meeting or market place) built in the 1^st Century BC. By 850 AD it had become the most important fortified camp of the Catalaunes Celtic tribe. A double bank and ditch surrounded a huge area but, except for the ditch and inner bank there is nothing else to see. However it gave us some much needed exercise after the long drive and, in the lovely warm and sunny weather, it was a lovely walk around the bank.

Photos: Attila's Camp - a view from the inner bank over the ditch to some of those huge straw bale buildings.

Wednesday 21st August 2013 – Lumbres, France

It was an easy journey from Somerset to Dover to catch the P&O ferry. We were unlucky to catch one of the older ships and it had the smelliest and dirtiest toilets that we have ever had on P&O. That said, although the furnishings were a little tired, the journey was comfortable.

As we often do, we chose to stop for the night at the aire in the Leclerc hypermarket in Lumbres, close to St. Omer. We arrived 10 minutes before it closed – just enough time to buy supplies for our dinner.

The spot that we always park in gives us views over a pastoral scene of trees and woodland but it is harvest time. As dusk fell, amber flashing lights showed the positions of farm vehicles heading on the roads to and from the farms. In the middle distance a cloud of dust hovers above a combine harvester and as darkness falls, we watch the headlights of the harvester and accompanying tractor as they track up and down the field.

Henrietta Hobby sojourn to Turkey in Autumn 2013

We have wanted to travel to Turkey in our motorhome (Henrietta) for some time and are looking forward to our longest journey since our 14 month European Odyssey in 2007/8.

The trip will take us through France and Switzerland to the Italian port of Ancona. Here we will catch a ferry to Greece and, after visiting my brother and sister-in-law for a few days on the Greek island of Skopelos, we will head into Turkey.