We headed north east to Vergina today (and ever closer to Turkey!), stopping to get ripped off at a roadside fruit stall on the way. It’s hard to shout at a little old Greek lady, so we just paid and then she gave us some free pears and small orange things as she obviously felt bad about charging us too much. This doesn’t make it OK though, I don’t like pears.
When we got to Vergina we decided that we needed to stop being wusses and wild camp, so we headed up into the hills, found an old track leading who knows where, and drove down it.
We’ve got a great, private spot on the hillside and are going to celebrate by eating the Camel Trophy spam tonight that Neil presented to us before we left (has this spam been to Morocco?). If we’re unwell tomorrow, he’ll be getting a call.
Although never think you’re alone even if you have gone half a mile down an overgrown track that only a Land Rover can negotiate, a surprised walker came along at one point and had a chat with us (he’s a priest and is doing an Open University course in Psychology in case you’re interested). He would have been a lot more surprised if he’d come by a few minutes earlier as I was availing myself of the facilities (although this does generally happen a lot to me, if we’re out walking in the Lakes and suchlike as soon as I drop my trousers you can guarantee a bus load of walkers will come round the corner). SPOT
So two pieces of advice for today, always go well into the bushes even if you think you’re alone, and if you are ever offered any Serbian homebrew, run fast in the opposite direction. Especially if you are a lightweight.
Oh, and it’s stopped raining!
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