We slept well, but not for long. We went to bed around one o'clock, Greek time, and by half past six, the intercom started blaring as if the ship were on fire. Apparently, we had to vacate the cabin. Just like that, without a hint of courtesy. Far too early for any living creature with a shred of dignity.

Daddy Edu had a pre-paid breakfast at the self-service buffet, but of course, it wasn't open yet. So he decided to adopt the "I’m not moving, even if the captain himself comes to get me" strategy. I stayed in the cabin, nice and cosy, while he waited for them to open, had a quiet breakfast, and then we checked out.

We arrived at Igoumenitsa right on time and were driving off the ferry shortly after nine. We cleared the port and the city quickly and hopped onto the motorway heading east. By the way, we didn't find a dog loo on the ship. A mystery. I held it in all night like a champion, but as soon as we had the chance, we got off the motorway and pulled over. First pit stop: legs stretched and urgent business attended to. All in order.

The motorways (toll roads) in Greece are pretty good, so we made fast progress. We took a detour towards Metsovo, which looked interesting on the map. We didn't stop, but we drove through the village... and my word. Narrow streets, endless bends, and inclines that seemed designed for expert-level goats. More twists and turns than a dog chasing its tail. Eventually, we managed to get out without getting completely lost, which is a victory in itself. We got back on the motorway and, a little later, found a spot near the road; it was quite litter-strewn, but useful for eating in the camper. It wasn't pretty, but it did the job. Sometimes the plan is simple: stop, eat, and carry on.

Afterwards, we took another detour, this time to see the Gefiri Portitsa, a stone bridge in the middle of the North Pindus National Park. We drove almost all the way down to the bridge and that’s when things got interesting. It’s not just the bridge, which in itself is quite charming with that ancient stone arch; it’s where it’s located. Right at the entrance of a very narrow, deep canyon, with walls that shoot up aggressively as if someone had split the mountain in two. The river runs below, hemmed in, and the whole place has that air of a remote spot where even the most curious dogs and clueless tourists don't venture. I watched the water for a while, but without getting too close—one is brave, but not stupid.

We then continued a little further north and near Grevena we found a place to sleep by the Haliacmon River. Total nature, nobody around, and plenty of space. We're on gravel, so this must flood when the river rises, but it’s calm for now.

Daddy Edu has taken the drone out and filmed the spot, so you’ll see the views from above later. I’ve already done my inspection and everything is in order. Good place to spend the night, so we’re staying here.