Wednesday 31 August 2011
A Serbian man was playing guitar that morning a short distance from our vans and Dian went over to listen. He was talented, and they enjoyed talking about music. We were glad this little resort town seemed to have better taste in the music pouring out of bars and restaurants than the usual autotune-thumpthump disco, as evidenced by the really good music Mories and had Charles heard as they slaved over their laptops the night before and solidified by a Shirley Bassey tune Charles heard that morning, "and it wasn't even 'Goldfinger.'"
We said goodbye to our Dutch family with warm hugs all around. Isabel presented us with a Magic Hare, that she had made just for us. Using the last of our Macedonia money, we bought pastries, groceries and gas. We crossed the Greek border, where our welcoming customs man was particularly jovial. We opted for a road less traveled into Thessalonika, with so much overgrowth from trees and shrubs that you couldn't stay in your lane. We headed into a big raincloud and some beautiful countryside, lots of stray dogs and watermelon stands, accompanied by the music of Joni Mitchell.
We arrived in the big city and headed for a good spot near the water. (We'd learned something about "free camping" from the Nederlanders). We found a nice spot near a park, which reminded Dian of the Avalon Casino area, where a bunch of youngsters were break dancing for a film crew. Picnicking nearby, we were disturbed by a yelping dog who could only be described as crazy. Nearby was an area with 20 basketball hoops, jammed with players. Charles salivated. We walked to a nearby Greek Orthodox church then settled in for the night, with Charles searching out late night Wi-Fi for needed communications.
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