I schlepped downwards towards the church to find Pedro. Unlike Edward Lear’s Pobble I did have toes and was thankful that they were – more or less – all in ...
A daunting mass of white buildings, going on for miles around the bay, revealed themselves as we crested a hill on the highway. Thessaloniki, Greece’s second city. It was Sunday ...
Out of Thrace and into Macedonia. A chilly morning with dew on Pedds, parked in a side street. The curling lacquer on the roof was coming off nicely, but unfortunately ...
Last night. Low in the sky. The most strange crescent moon. Blood orange and very clear. Appropriately hanging over the Turkish coast. I thought I’d try the kebab van on ...
Up early and out on the road to Kipos Beach. Where the road finally runs out as it hits a mountain. Nobody here and nothing doing. The season definitely over ...
We were about 20 miles out of Alexandroupoli, slowly overhauling a fishing boat that was crossing our heading. Light blue and white. Trawler sized. Car tyre fenders along the gunwale. ...
On the ferry back to Cannakale from the tour I’d met Brenda from Melbourne and Simone from Limerick. Both travelling alone and both great fun. Brenda – who seemed to ...
Dur yolcu! Bilmeden gelip bastığın, Bu toprak, bir devrin battığı yerdir. That is written in large letters on the cliff- face across the water. So large that you can read ...
I awoke in the King Priam room of the Hisirlik Hotel. I wondered if the poor man had had better digs than these. He was however long gone, his problems ...
In the afternoon, I arrived at the Hirsirlik Hotel on the outskirts of Troy. Hisirlik means ‘old ruin’. An appropriate place then to lay my bones. It’s run by the ...
