Subimos torres, callejeamos tranquilos y acabamos frente a cientos de castillitos repetidos como churros. Dron en el aire, viento travieso… y una noche perfecta al otro lado de la colina.
in the middle of nature 🌲
Curvas, casas otomanas y vistas desde lo alto en Taraklı. GöynĂĽk queda para mañana. Tras buscar entre pendientes y basura… encontramos sitio plano. Con ruido, sĂ, pero dormimos rectos.
Looking for the HGS sticker like mad and nothing. Fast motorways, surprisingly fluid traffic in Istanbul and crossing over to Asia without even getting out of the car. Finished with cows and total calm.
An hour and a half of queuing, crossing the bridge, and a welcome with cheap diesel. Everywhere is full of barbecues… until night falls and we are left alone facing the sea. Not a bad start.
A lazy morning, a monastery in the distance and a walk including a heavy dog. Farewell at Lidl and a quiet night in Feres. Tomorrow we cross… and that always promises something.
Nice weather, a “very tower-like” tower, and an essential DIY store stop. We returned to Porto Lagos… and found it empty, with seaweed and the vibe of a weird film. But we slept well all the same.
Perfect rocks, a ball with no brakes and Athos amidst the clouds. Then kilometres of bends, impossible names and a spot facing the sea where the wind rules… but it's worth it.
Unexpected cold, an impromptu detour and the "three fingers" of Chalkidiki. A quick cove stop, a road by the sea and a prize-winning sunset between Kassandra and Sithonia. Not a bad change of plan.
An absurdly early start on the boat, an express arrival in Greece and a stop at a canyon that looks like it was split with an axe. We ended up sleeping by the river, in the middle of nowhere. And that really is brilliant.
A busy night, a surprise trip to Genoa and a boat full of "rebel" dogs. Between wild winds and endless waiting, we finally found the perfect shelter by the sea.
Cruzamos el puente romano, paseamos entre catedrales, museos y amigos, entré en bares dogfriendly y hasta en una iglesia convertida en Zara. Salamanca brilló… aunque el hornazo no estuvo a la altura.
Entre curvas que parecĂan un sacacorchos, Google Maps mandándonos a pasear sin sentido y lluvia con ganas de protagonismo, llegamos a La Alberca sanos y salvos. Yo no pedĂ aventura extrema, pero aquĂ nadie me hace caso.