Lying in bed fisr thing this morning we heard one or two vehicles start up and leave.
On stepping out bound for the shower block I was delighted to see that one of those vehicles was the one with the yapping dog. What a result, maybe we'll have a nice quiet day. After scrubbing up and forgetting to have my breakfast, I popped up to the laundry
area and washed the last few bits I needed to do before we leave here, hopefully all up to date with everything.
On the way back I noticed that in fact quite a few vehicles had
left, there were now lots of spare pitches.
After lazing around the pitch for a while we decided to take a wander up to the swimming pool area, since at nineteen euros a night we're
paying towards its upkeep. We had it all to ourselves for quite a while but were then joined by a young Greek family who parked themselves on the opposite side and began to enjoy the pleasures of the pool.
When we tired of all that nothingness we returned 'home' for lunch. Today it was to be toast, the best way to use up some of the bread. Fine dining indeed.
This afternoon I wanted to get a few jobs done ready for our trip across Albania. First I had to struggle in to the hidden safe compartment to fish out the vehicle ownership documents, the hard copy of my driving license, some cash for The
Chef's spending spree's and the spare satnav. The reason being I have no idea if the 'Snooper' has Albanian mapping loaded in to it. I did send them an email asking that question but never received the courtesy of a reply, so I suppose that answered
my question. I don't even know if the spare satnav has them loaded in, and I don't suppose I'll know the answer until we cross in to the country. If all else fails I will turn on, and leave on, my Mi-Fi so that The Chef can access Google Maps online and guide
me as we go along.
That done I had all the contents of the garage area out and reorganised and repacked it. My intension is to have the two heaviest boxes of food at the front so
that as we cross in to Albania I can get to them easily, remove them and place them up front with us so that more of the weight is moved forwards. Once we've done our days travelling the boxes can be moved back to the garage for the night.
Heavy boxes of food? I can hear you cry. Here then Your Honour is the pitiful case for the defence:
I don't do
seafood, other than a bit of whitefish like cod or haddock, just to look at some of it makes me feel ill. Take Octopus. How much pleasure can there be in eating something so tough and rubbery? You may just as well chew a packet of elastic bands. They're cheaper
and are a healthy vegan option. Add to that my darling Chef has developed an allergy to shellfish, and who's to know what meals may contain some part of a poor old crustacean. She even has to keep a shot of adrenalin with her just in case she has an allergic
Add to that the fact that we had no idea how easy it would be for us to source food during, particularly the visit to Greece, bearing in mind that when we visited
briefly on our way back from Istanbul three years ago we had a hell of a job to buy food - so rather than risk it we have dried foods and instant meals in boxes within the garage. Fortunately we have been very pleased to find that we can source just about
everything we've needed during our visit here, which means we have not needed to call upon the stash of meals in the back, probably three or four weeks worth of main meals. This means of course that when we cross in to Albania, and the days and weeks
that follow, we shall be munching our way through the contents of the boxes.
That done I sat down and read the final section of my book 'Air Force Blue' The RAF In World War 2,
by Patrick Bishop, as always bought from good old Amazon. It's been an interesting read but I think they could have sold more copies if they'd given away a free tub of 'Brylcreem' with every copy.
Now to practical matters. We have to carry a supply of toilet chemical with us. The first three-litre container was from good old Aldi back home, cheap, but to be honest not terribly cheerful. It struggled to stay on top of things in this
heat if you get my drift, or whiff.
That gone we are on to our five- litre container of chemical so good it smells like bubblegum, and you could be tempted to have a tot of it to
toast The Queen. However, concerned it may not last for the rest of the trip I have fallen back on to tips from old lags and am now using, when on campsites, cheap automatic washing machine liquid. We've used it before without any harm.
Later in the afternoon the German couple in the small campervan across from us returned from the beach, and rather than go inside and changed they opened the vehicle door as a shield to those at the
bottom of the campsite, but to us across the way behind them, no shield at all. He then proceeds to drop his swimming trunks and then find a pair of shorts to change in to whilst she takes off her swimming costume and I get a huge bare arse as she bends
down, big enough to park a mountian bike in. These people have no sense of discretion.
And then it happened.................................... first there were two chaps walking
around dropping little red cones with numbers on them around various pitches.
Next we had an invasion of Dutch motorhomers, probably about fifteen of them. Watching them trying
to park up in their allocated pitches between the trees was an afternoons entertainment in itself. How some of them ever managed to arrive here in one piece I do not know. It was like something out of Dad's Army. We were privileged to witness the only invasion
the Dutch have ever managed to accomplish and it went... well.... not well.
I have had to conclude that these bloody people are to motorhomers the equivalent of large groups off
tour coaches and cruise ships - too many people arriving all at once in a space that struggles to cope with them. At the moment they are all pleased to see each other and are sat around being a bit noisy which is perfectly understandable, but if the noise
continues in to the early hours they'll be getting an early morning wakeup call from Henry Horn - more of our European cousins tomorrow night.
I must add that I did suggest to the
Chef that she go over and put our names down for the Knobbly Knees Contest and the Sack Race.
Next I needed to bang about 20 litres of fresh water in to the tank, which meant I
had to encroach on to my pitch on the other side of the vehicle, even though it had been grabbed by the elderly Dutch couple next door due to his having parked like a prick.
had gone up to lie by the pool leaving his wife, who I'm quite sure is suffering from dementia, in her chair in our/their pitch. I was able to approach the filling point of the vehicle with the keys to open the cap and the first ten litres of water. We were
only feet apart, and the side of our vehicle was so close to their land-grab that as I removed the filler cap I placed it on their camping table. In went the water, she said nothing, in went the second ten litres and she again said nothing. I was pretty
happy about that because if I had tried to engage her in any kind of conversation I could inadvertently have mentioned a trigger word which would have sent her to the knife drawer for the meat cleaver.
Later on I walked over to the German couple across from us and said "This is what happens when they have only one satnav between them - they have to follow one another". He laughed - a German laughing, begger me.
A lovely evening here in good 'ol Greece potentially spoilt by a gang of bloody tulip-growers