The last time I updated this blog was all the way back in September. That’s a long time. In fairness, I haven’t done all that much in the meantime. I spent all autumn and the start of winter volunteering in Thessaloniki, and December and January back in the UK.
Hot. Sweaty. Damp. Dehydrated.
Plovdiv was a bit of a turning point for me, literally. I left Bulgaria’s second city and boarded a bus back to Thessaloniki. I felt that I had not experienced enough of the city and the Greek atmosphere.
After spending quite a while in Greece, I decided to make a move and continue my travels. From Thessaloniki, there is a direct bus to the capital of Bulgaria so I boarded that and headed onto Sofia.
So I spent another night in Trikala before hitching a ride with another guest to get back to Thessaloniki.
Foreword: This is the first, and probably the last time, I’ve used an album title as a headline but it’s ideal, nothing else even comes close.
I’ve been exploring the area of Greece known as Meteora.
Boarded the train to Larissa and then onto Athens. After falling asleep countless times on the train, I awoke in the capital of Greece. My first impressions?
Within 4000 hectares lies the dwelling of the Twelve God’s of antiquity. They all resided within the gorges but the Pantheon was their meeting area. At the foot of these mountains is the small town of Litochoro.
After visiting the monastery of Sveti Naum, I walked around the back and faced a road, an empty road. I turned right and started walking on this road.