I woke up in the middle of a late-night airport mission and suddenly Uncle Joan appeared. From there, the day turned into endless tea, watchful peacocks and kebabs that seem like Turkish magic.
in the middle of nature 🌲
Everything ready for Ankara… until a phone call changes everything. Missed flight, emergency improvisation, and now we wait in silence near the airport. Night mission activated.
Mozart playing beneath the wheels, a desert of colours and an impromptu plan by the lake. At night, the sky fills with birds in formation. Pure theatre, no ticket required.
We climbed towers, strolled through the streets at our leisure and ended up in front of hundreds of little sandcastles churned out like hot cakes. Drone in the air, a mischievous wind… and a perfect night on the other side of the hill.
Curves, Ottoman houses and views from above in Taraklı. Göynük is left for tomorrow. After searching among slopes and rubbish… we found a flat spot. Noisy, yes, but we slept straight.
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.