Greece is the word..

Greece finally is the word

Brian has been up super early and fitted his new shiny Fuel Pump Controller. My emergency one is cast back into the top box parts department.

After a good breakfast we take the walk around the bay at Sarande to the Port.

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Sarande Port

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Much to see on the walk. Chap selling mussels in a mineral water bottle.

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‘Caution: Driver Texting’ :D

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I’m reminded to take V5’s and Passports, and this is a good move as we would have had a wasted half hour walk otherwise. For around 40 Euros we get tickets for us and the bike and we’ve to be at the port around 2pm. That’s about three times the cost of the mainland Greece option to Corfu from what I can gather, but in itself that’s another decent ride so under the circumstances and considering dad its money well spent. Brian has decided he’s going to have another day in Sarande and head to Corfu via Igoumenitsa. He’ll meet us there.

We wander back to the hotel, ask for a late checkout which we’re kindly given so we rest back in the comfort of then air conditioning for a while before eventually getting ourselves together. I recall that Petrol is vastly more expensive in Greece, so take the opportunity to nip into town and fill up, which is easily done, and I’m back for dad and we’re promptly at the port. We sit under a gazebo thing at a peaceful quayside, listen to music for an hour and talk about mum.

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The ferry awaits..

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After an hour or so we can shift ourselves to the port building and have a coffee, where things are now starting to move. We go through immigration and passport control and are brought out to where the boat is. I’m then walked back through a set of gates to collect the bike.

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Ater five or so minutes I’m toddling on to the tiny ferry and a cheerful guy ties it down doing a very nice job.

The ferry is tiny. A grand total of two cars, one bike and three scooters aboard.

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It whiffs badly of diesel on the decks and outside but there are grand views.

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The Sarande – Corfu Fast Ferry. That makes a noise I can tell you.

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An hour and twenty minutes pass and we’re making our way into Corfu town harbour.

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Disembarkation is a typical Benny Hill show-end affair, with passengers hurrying to the immigration hall, huffing wheelie bags and suitcases. We accept we’ll be at the back end, so basically we’re last in the queues time I get the bike out and off the ferry. Vehicles are directed to line up side by side in a sort of beauty parade outside the arrivals hall and then go inside. We’re told to wait while other passengers pass through. The process isn’t quick, I guess the price of this being a border crossing. After a while a genial guy appears and summons us back to the bikes. I told Dad to go through immigration as a foot passenger, to get out of the sun and I’d meet him on the other side. The genial chap begins to inspect the beauty pageant, and my form of transport is obviously one that catches his eye. He comes to me, inspects passport and V5. Do you have any alcohol? He asks. ‘Not yet, but I will do’ is my answer. He likes that answer, beams and laughs, pats me on the shoulder and tells me that all is OK and I can go. ‘I have a Yamaha 660’ he tells me. Ah, a victory for biker mates no less. I’m off, much to the seeming annoyance from the glaring Italians with their scooters and the two car drivers.

We leave Corfu town and take the main road bearing right along the coast towards the town of Kassiopi. I have used that favourite app again and sourced what looks a nice place with a pool. We’ll haul up for a couple of days as we prepare for the next phase of the journey.

The ride is pleasant in the now early evening and uninterrupted by traffic. There are some excellent views. We play music in transit, including Zorba Zorbas to get us into the greek mood and it works. Fun had.

At Kassiopi we find our hotel. The manager, Stelios gives us a typical warm greek welcome. He rides a GS and directs me to a shady spot to park next to his. We’re in good hands. We’re given a nice room with no flights of stairs and carrying to do and are made very comfortable.

What other bike could take me, my dad and basically Lincoln Cathedral strapped to it and do all this eh?

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We’ll just have to make the best of this place I suppose.

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Kassiopi Harbour. Sarande is just across the other side on the mainland.

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We go for dinner at the harbour, which is OK and nothing special.

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Later we watch the Tyson Fury fight. I think it was supposed to be boxing, but it just looked like some fat wobbly bloke hitting a midget. My dad was a professional boxer as a younger guy and finds the so called boxing pretty amusing.

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I cross over to the Dark Side..

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We have a good day off and Brian arrives by coincidence at the same hotel the following day.

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Part one comes to an end

Brian has arrived and our job now is to drop our bikes at our ‘Bike Minder’. Through the kindness of a fellow UKGSer we have been put in touch with an acquaintance, John, who has a house on Corfu and will be happy to store our bikes for a few weeks while we break from the trip. John is working in London but his wife will be at the house when we drop by with the bikes.

The evening before we have dinner at a splendid taverna at Avlaki beach

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A rather good greek plate :thumb

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For the following morning we’re given directions. They’re interesting - a steep climbing road from the main road, some climbing hairpin bends, dive off through an olive grove, up a hill. We decide to stake out the place before carting up the gear.

It’s a precarious trundle up but we find the place, so later we return with passengers, all and sundry.

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Wow. It’s such a magnificent spot.

My my, those views..

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That’s Albania in the backround- the Islands of Ksamil. Far off is Sarande.

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The hospitality is first class. Our host, Bibi is great fun and has terrific stories. We spend a good few hours chatting, are fed, watered and given beer (oh go on, if you must..)

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I’m welcome to use to pool so I avail myself of that. This is the life.. :)

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With our most excellent host and bike minder general :thumb

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The bikes are laid up in a cool garage, and I rig up a washing line.

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We take a taxi to the airport, dropping Brian in Corfu town. He is also flying back but has a later flight, which as it happens is delayed. He puts the time to good use sending photos of Corfu beer on WhatsApp.

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We fly seamlessly with BA and take the tube home, which is hopeless and delayed. The flight worked out quicker than the tube. Welcome home.

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End of Part One..

So that's part 1 :thumb

Miles trundled to date: 1924.

355 London to Cochem, Germany
268 Laufen an der Eyach, Germany
250 Vipiteno, Italy
249 Kranj, Slovenia
182 Karlobag, Croatia
285 Cavtat, Croatia
139 Durres, Albania
170 Sarande, Albaina
26 Kassiopi, Corfu, Greece

Bike is showing an indicated 52.3mpg which I’m pretty pleased with.

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So that's part 1 :thumb

Miles trundled to date: 1924.

355 London to Cochem, Germany
268 Laufen an der Eyach, Germany
250 Vipiteno, Italy
249 Kranj, Slovenia
182 Karlobag, Croatia
285 Cavtat, Croatia
139 Durres, Albania
170 Sarande, Albaina
26 Kassiopi, Corfu, Greece

Bike is showing an indicated 52.3mpg which I’m pretty pleased with.

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Nice one. Wish I was tagging along for this one....:beerjug:
 
I’ve been lucky enough to pretty do the same route as you a few years ago, ( not the Corfu bit) we drove a camper and towed a box trailer with the gs inside. This allowed us to park up on various campsites and go do some gentle exploring two up, one of the highlights was a bimble around Kotar bay along with a swim where a cold rivers mouth pours into the warm bay, just a glorious confluence of waters. I/we hope to return to this part of the world either by bike or Moho in the not too distant future, reading your ever enjoyable reports gets my wanderlust going. Keep it coming Rob.:thumb2

Ps if you think the Albanian rural roads and drivers are of concern, Just pay a visit to the capital Tirana, where you find a whole new level of turbocharged crazyness.
 
Nice one. Wish I was tagging along for this one....:beerjug:

I don't think we've ever actually rode bikes together Chris.. despite doing 000's with a mutual tosser pal..

But that may change I gather with 'Le voyage gastronomique 2019' :thumb

Another fantastic instalment :beerjug:

Cheers bud! :thumb

I’ve been lucky enough to pretty do the same route as you a few years ago, ( not the Corfu bit) we drove a camper and towed a box trailer with the gs inside. This allowed us to park up on various campsites and go do some gentle exploring two up, one of the highlights was a bimble around Kotar bay along with a swim where a cold rivers mouth pours into the warm bay, just a glorious confluence of waters. I/we hope to return to this part of the world either by bike or Moho in the not too distant future, reading your ever enjoyable reports gets my wanderlust going. Keep it coming Rob.:thumb2

Ps if you think the Albanian rural roads and drivers are of concern, Just pay a visit to the capital Tirana, where you find a whole new level of turbocharged crazyness.

Cheers Paintman :thumb

About the driving.. where we've been to follow on this trip puts Albanian drivers in the 'advanced' category.. :eek:
 
Ps if you think the Albanian rural roads and drivers are of concern, Just pay a visit to the capital Tirana, where you find a whole new level of turbocharged crazyness.

This. Rob. Muppet :aidan
 
An intermission

So the reason I need to stagger the trip is this: My partner is from Lativa, and one a year they celebrate the midsummer festival, called Ligo, pronounced ‘Leegwa’. Though we’ve been together for seven years now I’ve never managed to get across for the festival, and this year there was to be no exception. With a bit of careful planning I’m able to head back to the UK, then on to Lativa for a couple of weeks, and then back home and back to Corfu to resume with the bike.

A Boeing 737 in Kalahari Yellow.

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My new form of transport.

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Pickles on a pizza. Different :thumb

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We’re truly in the pork belt now.

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Solyanka and Honey Beer.

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..And the Farmers Pork is damn good.

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Madonas Beer in the ‘Hedgehog in the Fog’ bar. This is probably my new favourite beer and not a statement I make lightly by the way (I like a beer, you know).

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The streets of Riga

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We fly dad out during the stay. Look, I’ve picked up a hitchhiker..

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A trip to the Motor Museum

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I’m not normally a fan of museums but really enjoyed it here :thumb

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If you dialled the number in the phone box, it told jokes about the communist party.

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Mrs R’s grandfather had one of these. It was called ‘The Pig’.

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I love a Trabi. Recently listened to Will Self and a pal driving from London to Germany in one. On the iPlayer, well worth a listen- ‘Self Drives’ :thumb

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Can’t help feeling old when one of my favourite owned cars stares at you in a Museum :D

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Loved this bus :thumb

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Beetroot soup in the Café.

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A trip to the Baltic beach.

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Lazing about

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Service and MOT time..

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The cats live well here you know.

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Just after midnight.

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More Honey Beer. Excellent stuff. I had to leave a load behind because we'd ran out of baggage allowance. I was ever so slightly miffed.

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The hospitality is great Food comes from everywhere. You’ve really got to take it easy..

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F/nugget vs Mini

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Limbazi, Latvia

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Ligo Market, Smiltene

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Traditional motor dress for Ligo

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What?

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Celebrating the Ligo festival with most excellent headgear.

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Oh and in your very late forties you shouldn’t be jumping over fires. Not recommended.

A different outfit for a graduation function. Attempting to scrub up well.

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After two weeks here its time to head back to London, have a day home, and then head back to Corfu to get back to the action :thumb

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Intermission Part 2

We’re flying back to Corfu with Jet2. Jet2 was quite a decent experience. In fact, my only negative was that if I hear that Jet2 piece of music again I swear I’m going to hurt someone.

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By all manner of coincidences, this happens to coincide with my old Football Team’s tour to Corfu, so there will be a week of jolliness before taking to the road.

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(Are you ready) to do the Bus Stop

I’m still over a week away from leaving Corfu but I’m heading off to collect my bike today.
Ever so slightly hung over I get out of bed and walk up to meet my friends, and then am directed to a bus stop to take me to Kassiopi.

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The bus is due at 11.30 and turns up at ten to twelve. This is no problem as time hangs heavy.

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My random music on the phone generates the Fatback Bands ‘Are you ready to do the Bus Stop’. Appropriate, but I hope this refers to the bus part of the pick up rather than if the GS decides not to start. Getting the mild fear. Still, at least a bump start would be simple given the terrain I suppose :)

I reach Kassiopi. Rather than another long walk and the long journey upwards our hosts Villa, I prudently take a taxi for the last leg. It is super hot, and the Taxi wheelspins a gravelly struggle up the road to the house. I reckon that’s the best ten Euros I’ve spent on the whole trip.

Our hosts are currently in Canada, so I’ve been left instructions of how to get in and get the bike. There are builders at the house working up the hill at the back of the house. They peer down at me. After I do a mime of a motorbike they seem to know what’s going on.

Well hello, old friend.

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Ah that view again!

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The builders wave as I make off.

The next week features a few rideouts (which become otherwise known as ice cream runs)...

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.. some beach time…

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.. some very bad but nonetheless enjoyable golf…

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.. plenty of beer time and general silliness…

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.. a few decent meals…

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…and watching our Goalkeeper stuff his quad bike amusingly into a hedge :D

Hiding in the shade.

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We’ve really enjoyed Corfu :thumb

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Mainland Greece (is the word)

For the last couple of days of my stay I’ve moved back to Kassiopi. I’d said my goodbyes to the football lads and the GS ran luggage between hotels.

Natty top box.

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Dad also decided to fly home with the gang. I gave him the option of coming further and sorting a flight back on the fly when he fancies but he takes the option to head back.
The hotel I stayed at was nice, comfortable with good plumbing, icy air con and a good pool. I emailed the friendly GS owning manager who discounted the room and said settle up when you’re here, no problems.

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Watching the world go by in Kassiopi with a beer or two

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Go day arrives and it’s a really warm morning. We decide to take a 10am time ferry so are up pretty early and round to the bakery in the town.

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The pastries are pretty damn good.

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After the brief stop we’re back and doing the usual pack up routine. The hotel reception wasn’t yet open so I wasn’t able to settle up so I’ll send an email later and sort that out somehow.
It’s a good start with a scenic ride down the twisty coast road from Kassiopi into Corfu town in shirtsleeves. A ticket for the ferry is easily obtained, a single for 9 Euros. Brian’s return ticket was 19 Euros. Erm. Work that one out.

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Its an hour or so to the mainland on the ferry. The interior is very nicely air conditioned. Boots are removed. Ah, that’s better. A short time after we seem to be sat on our own for some reason.

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We get the bikes out sharpish before the Lorries fire up. Smart move, I reckon.

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GREECE

Lesser known Ramble Fact Number 62:

All speed limits are in MPH, rather than commonly thought KPH, and they are in fact not speed limits, but minimum targets

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We slowly head out of Igoumenitsa and begin climbing into the hills. All decent and good riding but nothing particularly remarkable. Quiet roads make for a peaceful day of riding.
Ioannina is chosen for our stop, a hotel found with everyone's favourite app and we are sorted with a hotel central to town with off street parking. My bike is wedged under a low tree.

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We take a walk inside the old town walls. As old towns go, I didn’t find it particularly remarkable. It was mostly residential and nothing much there aside from that.

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Brian has managed to find the Real Kale festival. What we’d have rather of course, would have been a Real Ale festival. Check your optical prescription old son.

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Post walkabout a bar with a TV is found for the England game. Its quiet here and not much going on but we’ve found a nice and comfortable spot with a friendly and cheery lass to serve us beer :thumb

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By form of happy coincidence the place is doing a marketing photoshoot.

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This is pretty good news as we’re given the task of disposing of some of the drinks they bring out to photograph. Cheers!

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As it says..

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We have some sort of Gyro/Kebab street food affair, get hassled by wasps and head to HQ.

Ioannina has a good vibe about it.

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There are plenty of pavement bars around and the place really seems to come to life later in the evening. We have a wander out, an overpriced glass of Sangria (we have previous form for getting stitched up with Sangria, by the way), call it a bad job and turn in.
 
4 updates in one day? Yep, we’ll take that! :thumb:beerjug::JB
 
And so to Macedonia

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Quite.

Our plan yesterday was to get to Ioannina, drop off our bags and then head back out on the bikes to see the Vikos Gorge. Given the heat we sort of lost enthusiasm for it and decided to have an afternoon stroll and a beer. We alter our plan to take in the gorge today and then try and wind our way east.

A bit of route advice from a friendly local at the petrol stop.

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There’s some dull main drag riding for a while as we head North. Once we leave the main road and head into the hills we’re rewarded.

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The way up and back is great.

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Actually, in truth we didn’t reach the actual gorge viewpoint and it was some walk from the end of the track we reached. Heavy bike gear, hot temperatures and yomping down precarious paths aren’t a great combination, so we make do with some of the views we’ve got.

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Eventually, after some interesting navigation and, well, lets call it re-navigation we end up joining up with the main E80 route.

The riding? Simple and enjoyable with some climbs and twisties keeping things interesting. This really seems a very remote part of Greece and there’s hardly any traffic at all. I’ve been this way before, back on the original EuroRamble in 2012. We have a coffee stop at a place I stopped at back those few years ago.

The lining of Brian’s Tour-X refuses to leave his head. We’re assuming that’s kind of a ‘I need a wash’ protest.

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Shortly after pitching up we’re joined by a couple from the Czech Republic aboard a Varadero. Usual hellos and nosing around the bikes until we do the off.

Another gem for Brian’s photo collection of ‘Khazis of the world’

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Shortly after we branch off the main road to head North over to the Macedonian border.

We ride across up over the mountains. I have Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s “Welcome to the pleasuredome” rattling through my headphone which made for a memorable ride.. outstanding. 34 years old that song you know, a Trevor Horn masterpiece. Anyway, it matched the going perfectly, really technical fun slinging round the big GS, avoiding the potholes, the gravel, the surface changes, dogs sat under trees in the road, you name it, A flip here, a slip here and a wobble there, power on, power off. Marvellous.

The national flags start to crop up all over the place and its easy to see we’re near the border, particular the with things between Greece and Macedonia being a bit frosty.

Not far from the border we see rain. It bloody well tips down and the going becomes precarious for half an hour or so. The rain stops as we clear the mountains and by the time we reach the Macedonian border not far away you’d have barely known we’d seen rain at all. A short stand up on the pegs allows for a blow dry.

The border despite how relationships between the countries might lie is pretty easy. Ten minutes to cross with no bother. Passport, V5, Green Card, scram.

After crawling along behind a border police 4x4 for a while we not long later reach the town of Bitola. We weren’t clear exactly where we were going to pitch up tonight, but at a stop on the outskirts of town we decide it will be here. We choose the Treff Hotel which is very central. It looks decent at least from the car park, and the price is right. Bikes stuck in the courtyard outside reception, sorted.

They didn’t have a lift at this place but at least here they were decent enough to be upfront about it. They did leave a space for one though so you never know in the future I suppose.

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They like a big flag here.

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And they like a gamble by the looks of it. That’s an odd one to see.. just fancy that.

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Bitola’s main pedestrian drag..

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Bitola five-O.

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We draw out some local money and I buy some tat for the bike. I like a nice bit of tat. You may have noticed. It keeps me amused anyway.

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We meet a friendly but ever so slightly odd local bloke called Ali.

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Zlaten Dab. Didn’t he recently sign for Chelsea?

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Skopsko is better.

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I have an average Pizza. Brian has a local tapas platter, a lot of it which he feeds to a cat. I should imagine the cat spent most of the remaining evening looking for Rennies.

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lmfao that last pic - kelley would be like woof

also wondered what the riga pic of the shirt and tie was about :D
 
Just catching up with this ramble.

Excellent, as ever.

Keep them coming.
 


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