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Campervanning Around France

About three months into our trip, Adam floated the idea that we could do one of those motorhome relocation deals. This is where you pick up a motorhome from a designated location and drop it off at the company office all for a discounted price. The catch is that you don’t have control over the time period.   
Whilst we were in a Macedonian coffee shop, drinking possibly the best macchiato of our lives, Adam got on the phone with a sales representative from the UK camper-van company Spaceships. For 15 pounds a day we had ourselves a camper-van for just under 2 weeks. The pick up location was Barcelona and the drop off location was London. This would mean that we would arrive at my sisters apartment in Kings Cross, London just in time to get ourselves up to Glasgow for the Commonwealth Games.    
Part of the pick up deal was that we had to meet the previous renters of the car at Barcelona airport for the handover. This meant that we would get the van in whatever condition they decided to leave it in. It turned out amazingly -as these random events often do. They were a Canadian couple who had spent the last 30 days travelling down to Spain from London and they gave us a very detailed run-down of what to expect from the roads and from the van itself. After chatting with them for a bit they decided to give us the bicycles they’d picked up in London and had planned to give away in good faith to someone who needed them. They told us that we could have the bikes on the condition that we pass on the favour to someone in need. We agreed and were stoked with having not only our own set of wheels but bicycles to help us explore the French countryside. 
We made our way up from Barcelona into France without any troubles. Our budget while we had the van was about 10-20euros a night for accommodation so we were on the lookout for budget campsites and Aires de Service. Aires de Service were motorhome stops that exist all along the roads through France. They are on big motorways and on smaller country roads as well. They are free to stay for 24 hours and often have services such as toilets, showers, picnic tables etc. The only issue is that they have been getting a bad reputation in recent years as a target for thieves and criminals. There are horror stories of thieves who put gas in through an open window to knock out the owners while they were sleeping. The owners would wake the following day to find all their valuables gone. Nethertheless, Adam and I wanted to give it a go at least once and it didn’t hurt our pockets either as it is completely free!

  I am, by nature, a massive scaredy-cat so when we pulled up at our first Aires de Service which was a small park about 300 metres from a major service station, I wasn’t feeling great about the situation. It looked like somewhere dodgy deals take place. But we cooked our dinner and watched as two other campers pulled up, one with a young child and the other an elderly couple. I was paranoid as we settled down to sleep. Adam wasn’t worried and fell asleep almost instantly but I found the constant noises and cars slowly driving past disconcerting. At one stage a car pulled up behind our van, headlights blaring for a few minutes before the engine was turned off. I peeked out from behind the curtains at the back and saw to my relief that it was another family in a sedan who were trying to get some sleep on their journey to wherever.
After three days sightseeing during the day and sleeping at Aires de services at night, I suggested we start looking for campgrounds instead. I was a bit over waiting in the lines for showers with all the truck drivers. Also the lack of security at the Aires meant minimal sleep for me (not Adam haha) and they weren’t exactly nice to look at either.
The first campground we stayed at was magic. It was on a tiny backroad lined with sunflower fields and stood next to a lake with lots of trees and a few family set-ups. At ten euros for the night we weren’t complaining. We took the bikes out for a spin and enjoyed the serenity.           
From then on, travelling through France was lovely. Having a car meant that we could stop in all the random little towns along the way and we felt like we got a nice feel for French country life. The people were really friendly and the food was delicious (except for the coffee).  

      Saint Emillion was one of our first stops. It was a stunning medieval town famous for wine. Adam bought an opinel knife there and we explored the cobble stone streets on our bikes. 

Bordeaux was the real surprise for us. The city itself was gorgeous and we had fun riding our bikes around to the main tourist spots. We got our hair cut in Bordeaux (our second time on our travels) which was a hilarious experience in itself. 




  And we booked into a personal wine tasting seminar which was a highlight of our time in France. For 15 Euro, we were taken on a tasting journey through the different regions in France and both the food and the wine were exquisite. 

    We didn’t have to worry about asking stupid questions as the sommelier running the tasting session was very down to earth and patiently explained what the hell “appellation d’origine contrôlée” was and how we could tell which wine to buy based on the label and year.

Paris was pretty special. The highlights were when we caught up with our French friends who we first met in Morocco. Talking to them gave us a great insight into the alternative scene in Paris and the mentality of the French people. And we also met our Aussie friends Jake and Amy who we keep bumping into, first in Mostar, then Rome and now Paris.         
We also had one of the bikes stolen in the middle of Paris which was a real bummer and meant that Adam had to ‘double’ me almost 5kms back to our campsite past seedy streets and the occasional prostitute. 
Our last few days in France saw us heading up the North West coast on our way to Calais from which we would catch the car ferry over the the UK. The scenery was beautiful. 

    After having the good bike of the two stolen in Paris, we were a little down about how we were going to pass on the good deed by giving our bike to someone in need. We were setting up camp for the night on our last night in France when Adam spotted an elderly man checking out a bike that was for sale for 50 euros near the campground office. Adam approached the guy who turned out to be Dutch and spoke very limited English. After a lot of gesturing Adam finally convinced the guy to take our bike for free. He was so grateful that he came over half an hour later with some amazing craft beers and beer glasses as a thank you. What a nice way to end our travels through France. 
We got up the next morning bright and early and drove onto the ferry at Calais. Our next stop: London. 



One week in Albania

After our whirlwind trip through Italy, we decided that we needed a beach break where we could settle in one place for a little while. We arrived in Tirana, the capital of Albania, and decided to stay a night. We were really surprised at the hospitality of the people and the food was delicious.

Traditional Albanian food:

Meatballs in a light gravy

Albanian style grilled veg

Hot feta dip


Albania gets a bad rap from a lot of the other Balkan countries. A few people we met asked us why we would even bother going there. But we are so glad we did.

One night in the capital was enough and we headed straight to the coast. The town of Saranda was a lovely surprise. A bit touristy but still very pretty, cheap accommodation and lovely seafood.




We rented beach umbrellas and lazed on the beach for two days before we made the journey to the more secluded, less touristy and highly recommended Himare.

We were not disappointed. The bus ride itself was spectacular. The coastline is pristine all along the coast. The road was a bit hairy at times and the bus took about 5 hours to go 100km but we got there in the end.

Himare is a stretch of two beautiful beaches with the clearest water, tahitian style beach umbrellas and a handful of restaurants and hotels.



There was virtually no one there. Apparently it was still ‘off season’ but the weather was perfect every day and the sun was ‘Australian summer’ hot at midday.

Each day we would wake up in our gorgeous hotel room and pop down for a cooked brekky knowing that we would have the whole beach to ourselves. Have I mentioned that Albania is inexpensive? Our hotel room was pretty impressive for 25euro a night. And it must be the only place in Europe where the beach umbrellas are free!



At night we would pick one of the few restaurants to get a cheap bite to eat at. By far our favourite was the Greek restaurant situated between the two beaches. It was painted all white and had a giant deck that was perched over the ocean with beautiful night views of the surrounding bay.


The owner told us that the menu consists of whatever his mother had prepared that morning.


We were stuffed to the brim of fresh, delicious greek style food (and a few beers) before we made our way home.

The sunsets were breathtaking, the food was absolutely delicious and we were really sorry we had only three days to enjoy it all.



But our beach holiday was to continue with our friends in Greece so we had to drag ourselves away and make the trip across the Albanian border.




Italy Adventures – Part One

Venice & Cinque Terre

Italy was like stepping into a fantasy word that you have been imagining your whole life. As I dramatically told Adam numerous times, it was everything I had dreamed of and more.

We started in Venice and were blown away by how gorgeous it is. I think it was my favourite city purely because it was the one we went to first. We walked around the little streets flanked by canals and broken up with bridges for hours. We stopped in little cafes and ate cannollis Italian style, standing up at the bar and downing an espresso.



We looked at the gondola prices and happily moved on without a trip down the canal – 80 euros for 40 mins was well out of our price range. Instead we sat at a little cafe bar drinking what the Venetians seem to drink at any time of the day, the Spritz.


In the heat of the day I was wooed by a lady selling homemade pineapple gelato. I ordered it with a scoop of milk cream flavour as well, it was only the best thing I have ever tasted in my life.



We bought our lunch at the supermarket and ate it in one of the city’s gated parks which seems to be a ‘lovers lane’ for all manner of couples on their lunch breaks cavorting in the shadows and on the grass.


For two whole days we pretty much just basked in all the glory that was Venice. We didn’t do much except walk around, take photos, stop for beverages and eat. It was wonderful.

One negative in regards to Italy was the price of accommodation. We found that there were no budget options inside the cities at all and if there were, they were booked weeks and weeks in advance. So Adam and I looked into alternative options and the best we found was staying in furnished tents in campgrounds outside each city. We did this in Venice which was great even though it meant that we had to travel a little bit (15 mins) each morning to get into the city. However it was well worth the money that we saved and could then spend on other important things such as food, of course.

After Venice our next destination was Cinque Terre (the 5 Lands). We had a few difficulties getting out there due to train strikes that apparently happen quite regularly in Italy. After almost 12 hours of waiting in train stations and sitting on trains, we finally arrived at our camp ground in Deveina Marina, a town located a few stops after the last of the five Cinque Terre towns. It was perfect. We had our own little pre-made tent with a double bed and room for our bags.


The hot water was hot and the campground offered free shuttles to the train station that would take us directly to the towns we wanted to see. Another plus was that there was a family run pizzeria opposite the campground where all the locals would congregate at night. The pizza was the best we had in Italy and at a fraction of the cost elsewhere… and the red wine was free flowing. Heaven!


On our first day in Cinque Terre, we looked into the famous coastal walk that joins up the 5 towns. To our dismay it had been closed due to part of it falling into the sea and an accident involving a tourist. But after a bit of searching we found out that there were other walks and it was only the coastal section that was shut.



The upper walk was still open but the lady warned us it would be strenuous. It was. We hadn’t been doing as much exercise as we were at the start of the trip and so we found ourselves sweating and panting almost embarrassingly so on the first leg between Riomaggiore and Manarola. There were just so many stairs, but the views were to die for.




The whole day was magic. Spring made sure the wild-flowers were out in full bloom for us which made everything all the more beautiful. We made sure to stop for a coffee in the first town, gelato in the second, special anchovy sandwiches in the third and a well deserved beer in the last.


Overall the walk took us about 4 hours not including the hours spent in the towns along the way. Needless to say we were wrecked as we staggered back to our campground that night… but not wrecked enough to skip going for our second night to the pizzeria across the road.



We had a few days in Cinque Terra so we made sure to stop back in at our favourite towns: Vernazza and Monterosso al Mare.

We joined the locals in Vernazza by taking a picnic down to the shoreline, staking our claim on a patch of cement and heading into one of the little bars to get a bottle of cold local wine and two plastic cups. We sat there basking in the sun, swimming, sipping our wine and eating our grocery-store feast. Vernazza that day was bliss.


The Balkans – Part Two


Sick of moving so quickly all of the time, Adam and I made the decision to hire a car and travel around Montenegro for a whole week. This meant that we had the freedom to go wherever we wanted and much needed independence from public transport.

We picked the car up at Podgorica airport and drove straight down to Lake Skadar. What an impressive drive!



We ended up on a little-known mountain road recommended to us by a local and found ourselves at a beautiful bridge high in the mountains. Stunning.



That night we stayed at a little campsite on the south coast of the country near Ulcinj.




It was wonderfully relaxing and despite the fact that it stormed all through the night, we woke up to nice weather and slowly drove up the coast to Kotor.



Kotor was gorgeous! People describe it as being a small and less touristy Dubrovnik. We stayed in a cheap hostel right in the middle of the old town for two nights and spent the first day walking up to the fortress above the town to admire the view.





The next day we got in the car and explored the rest of the bay of Kotor. It took us two hours as we stopped in gorgeous little towns along the road, drinking macchiatos or buying our sandwich ingredients to eat in a park.




We finished the day in the old town drinking glorious Montenegrin red wine and admiring the sun set over the old cobblestone city.

Our next stop was the small town of Zabljak in the Northern part of the country. It sits on the outskirts of one of Montenegro’s most famous national parks, Durmitor National Park, home to Tara Canyon.

We watched the temperature gauge in the car drop as we climbed further and further North. As we rounded the bend, about to arrive in Zabljak, it began to snow.


We couldn’t believe it. We hadn’t booked any accommodation in the town and were planning on camping – not anymore.

It didn’t take us long to find accommodation in the little town and we ended up in a quaint ski-lodge looking hostel run by a Montenegrin man and his Australian girlfriend. They were brilliant and helped us sort out our itinerary (taking the unprecedented snow into account) for the three days we planned on spending there.

It snowed, sleeted and rained on and off the whole time we were there but we had an amazing time exploring the national parks during the day. I’ll let the photos do the talking.





Tara Canyon






Durmitor National Park






Biogradska National Park





During the nights we would sit and talk with the other backpackers and the owners about Australian and Montenegrin politics (actually quite fascinating) and drinking fantastic Montenegrin wine and rakije (the local spirit). Three Aussie girls arrived in time for Adam’s birthday and the lovely owners of the hostel bought him a cake.


Our last day in the country was a special one. We met one of Adam’s judo friend’s relatives in the capital, Podgorica. He showed us the sights of the city and we ended up going to his nephew’s birthday party with the whole family.



The food was to die for and their hospitality was overwhelming. Montenegro was such an amazing country and we left feeling like our experiences there would be very hard to beat.

The Lycian Way – Part Three

Whilst we were walking the Lycian Way we couldn’t help but compare it to our experience on the Camino de Santiago. The two walks couldn’t be more different despite the fact that they are both cross country expeditions through small (and larger) towns.

The Lycian way seemed to be easier on your feet because the terrain is much more varied, with lots of walking done on softer ground than the Camino. However our joints seemed to be suffering more under the weight of our packs and ibuprofen has been vital for reducing my ever-swelling knees and ankles.


Also, the distances covered aren’t really something that anyone takes any notice of. On the Camino it was all about how many kilometres you would walk in a day. On this walk it seems to be in hours and minutes. Sometimes the smallest distance can take you the longest because of the terrain you are walking on.

Then there is the accommodation. Whilst you can camp on the Camino, not many people do as the albergue accommodation is so well set-up for the walk. On the Lycian Way, we have been camping the majority of the time so we don’t have to worry about making it to the next town. In fact, the better campsites are usually 1 or 2 kms outside of the town.

Day 5

Xanthos to Delikkemer

We woke up feeling rejuvenated and ready to begin hiking again. We planned to camp just outside of the town Akbel so we needed an early start. We left by 8:15AM and made good pace in the morning. This stretch of the walk was particularly interesting as we spent most of it following the aqueduct that used to supply the Lycian civilisation with water. Amazing to think that we were walking along a structure that is almost 2000 years old.



We arrived at a place called Impinar spring where part of the aqueduct is still in use. It was there that we met a new friend, Jegor from Estonia, and it was also there that we lost the way markers.


The three of us wandered around a bit lost for a while until we finally found the white and red stripes that show us the way forward.


We walked almost 10 hours again that day but it didn’t feel as long with Jegor there to chat with. We made it to the Delikkemer aqueduct ruins at 7PM and made camp.



Adam and I were impressed with Jegor’s one-man set up and the boys discussed cooking equipment while I made the fire. It was so good to have found another amazing campsite with a beautiful view of the green rocky hills that lead down to the Mediterranean Sea.

Day 6

Delikkemer to Patara and a taxi to Kalkan

Adam and I spent four hours the next morning walking with Jegor to Patara ruins and beach.


The ruins were impressive and a nice place to rest after our brisk morning hike.


After we’d finished exploring the 2000 year old Lycian capital city and beach, we parted ways with Jegor and caught a taxi up to to the small coastal town of Kalkan, where we were planning to start the next leg of our walk.


Kalkan was a great stop. The pension was a welcomed change from the tent and the breakfast and views from the terrace were amazing.


We washed our clothes finally and bought supplies for two more solid days of hiking.

Day 7

Kalkan to (2km before) Gokceoren

This was a long, tough day. We walked another 9 hours and most of it was mountainous.


We knew we wanted to make it to Kas the next day so it was imperative that we make it as far as we could. The walk was beautiful but isolated.


We thought we would be able to buy food for the next day on the way but we passed through two towns that seemed to be empty with no shops.


We walked until we couldn’t walk any further and made camp next to an old ruined farm house.


The place was beautiful and there was a lot of old dry wood for a fire.


At first we had found it a little bit daunting camping in the wild, on someone’s property for all we knew but it was beginning to feel more comfortable. The noises we would hear in the dark didn’t bother us as much and we began to appreciate the ‘silence’ of nature.


Day 8

(2km before) Gokceoren to Kas

Our 8th day broke me, I am sorry to say. It was another crazy-long walk with relentlessly steep climbs up slippery mountains and a hot sun bearing down upon us.


It had rained on us during the night, but miraculously we both slept well regardless and the tent didn’t fail us. We broke camp very early and realised that we didn’t have anything substantial for breakfast. We hadn’t been able to buy bread the day before – a major issue if we were to last the 9 hours it would take us to walk to Kas. Luckily we had some dried cranberries and hazelnuts to snack on but our stomachs were growling after 20mins of walking.


When we reached the small town of Gokceoren our relief was massive when a little old Turkish lady ran out of her house and offered us breakfast (for a price, of course). We gratefully accepted and sat down to the most amazing feast of omelet, bread, homemade cheese & strawberry jam, tomatoes, cucumber, olives and honey from the family beehives.


We ate as much as we could, filled up our water bottles and began our long walk to Kas.



A highlight of the day was the unexpected ruins of Phellos that sits perched up on a high mountain ridge above the small town of Cukurbag.


We couldn’t believe that an ancient city once sat on this long forgotten mountain.


We took a much needed break there and worked ourselves up to begin the last three hours of our journey for the day.


The last three hours to Kas were hard but the views over the small seaside town were incredible.



Getting down to Kas involved slowly descending a very steep cliff along narrow hairpins. Rocks covered the precarious path and Adam and I slipped over a couple of times each. My right ankle wasn’t dealing with the jolts and slides well and I was in tears by the time we reached the bottom.


We decided to stay in Kas for a couple of days to rest my ankle (which seemed to be swelling a lot) and do a bit of touristy sightseeing before we began the next stage of the hike.

We found a gorgeous campground about ten mins outside of town where we pitched our tent and enjoyed the sun and the clear blue sea every day.




But unfortunately my ankle continued to swell and was quite painful to walk on despite four days of rest.

After much debate, we made the decision finally to leave the next section of the walk for another time in the future.

On the bright side, we got to spend eight days on this amazing hike and we would absolutely recommend hiking the Lycian Way. It was a fantastic way to get to know Turkey and its wonderful people.

The Lycian Way – Part Two

Day 3

Gey to (2km before) Letoon

Our third day on the Lycian way was our most challenging so far. We didn’t make ourselves a coffee due to the fact that we only had one litre of water left between us and we weren’t sure if the spring marked on the map would be full or even exist. We also knew that it was going to be a difficult day of walking so we would need to stay as hydrated as we could.


We couldn’t help taking a few last snaps of the view from our amazing campsite before heading down the trail.


The beginning of our walk was actually quite scary. From our campsite we had to make our way across a valley pass along a very narrow goat track on the face of a large and sheer cliff. My heart was racing quite a few times as the rocks under my feet slid down the cliff towards the sea. It wouldn’t have been quite as difficult if we didn’t have our large, heavy packs on but after a long hour and a distance of only 1km, we made it onto a more solid and wider path.

Right on cue, a spring popped up, exactly where it was marked on the map. It was a full well and we were excited to sit down and make a coffee and brush our teeth with the precious water.


Some of the springs on the walk are flowing and it’s easy to fill up. Others you need a contraption to get the water out. Adam has a lot of fun doing this.


We walked almost 10 hours again that day, the terrain was varied and we passed a couple of small towns and greenhouses full of ripening tomatoes.


The weather was hot and humid and we tried to rest in shade when we could.


We were absolutely exhausted when we decided to set up camp a kilometre or two away from the small town of Letoon. We had just passed through kilometres of swampland that was obviously used to dump rubbish and hunt pigs. Adam saw loads of shotgun shells on the ground and there were four-wheel drive tracks everywhere. We had read blogs that described the wild pigs that come sniffing around campsites late at night so we pushed on even though the sun was setting fast.

Eventually we came to a sheltered area with clay ground that had a bit of grass on it to put the tent and only a few sheep chewing noisily on the surrounding bushes. We quickly set up our camp before the darkness set in. I slept horribly that night. I kept waking up to the sound of barking dogs and loud engines in the distance. Adam assured me that we were safe but at about 4AM it started to rain and then storm. As this was only our 3rd night ever in the tent we became slightly concerned about how it would hold up and whether the clay ground we were sleeping on was actually part of the wetlands. We brought our bags into the tent which made the already small area to lie in even smaller. Needless to say, neither of us slept much at all that night.

Day 4

(2km before) Letoon to Xanthos

We packed up everything into our bags whilst we were inside our tent quite efficiently and braved the downpour as we pulled down our tent. We packed it into its sack and carried it between us. We made it to Letoon an hour later and stopped for shelter at a little shop selling bread and other necessities.

We must have looked pretty sore and sorry for ourselves as we walked through on the road between Letoon and Kumluova and finally Xanthos (Kinik). The rain had stopped by this stage and we had made the decision to find a room to stay in Xanthos even though we had only walked 7/8km that morning.

Luckily for us there was lots to do in the small town, other than catch up on sleep. The weekly markets were on in the Main Street. There were stalls selling everything you could want and everyone was so friendly, saying hello and welcome as we passed. We sampled some prunes and apricots but ended up buying a huge bag of dried cranberries to carry on our walk and indulged in a cinnamon flavoured slushy – this was amazing!

In a few hours, the weather had cleared. We took out tent out to the famous Xanthos ruins and set it up to dry while we explored what was left of the 2000 year old city. Amazing that Turkey has some pretty impressive Roman ruins.





That night we ate a mountain of delicious Turkish food and slept like the dead. The next day was going to be another long one.

The Lycian Way – Part One

Day 1

Ovacik to (2km past) Faralya

After a good night sleep, we got up, ate a big hearty breakfast and prepared to leave for the start of the walk. This was when Adam’s bag broke…

Not to worry, we had a sewing kit handy and he stitched the tear in a matter of minutes. It was a bit worrying though, considering we were about to begin a long hike but we were minutes away from starting so we decided to ignore it.

From Fethiye to the beginning of the walk, we caught a minibus that took about 30 mins. It was reassuring to see that there were other hikers on the bus ready to begin their journey as well.


The walk was both harder and easier than we expected. Physically we aren’t as fit as we were going into the Camino so we really felt the steep inclines and declines and the loose rocks made us very wary of where we were putting our feet. The Lycian way is a mountainous goat track that follows the coastline of Turkey from Fethiye to Antalya.



The views were spectacular and certainly brought the crowds. There were quite a few serious hikers that we passed and who passed us but there were also a lot of hikers who only had day packs on and were either on a day hike or had sent their packs ahead with a tour company to the accommodation they would be staying in.


We estimated our packs to be about 10-12kg each. This is quite heavy and we started rethinking the amount of water we needed to have on us as we hiked. Fresh water springs were marked on our map but some of them were dry and we didn’t want to get caught out so we decided to push through the pain, knowing that it would get better after a couple of days.

After walking five strenuous hours, we found the campsite that the couple who wrote the blog had marked on the GPS. It was perfect with a fire pit and nice flat cleared area to put our tent. We set up, boiled some tea and had a piece of cake whilst taking in the scenery. Quite a few hikers passed us on their way to the next town, Kabak but we were happy sitting and stoking our fire.



After successfully cooking our tuna and noodles we were very early to bed, absolutely exhausted but content.


Day 2

Faralya to (2km past) Gey

More beautiful than the day before, day two was long but rewarding. We walked through so many different terrains, dealt with some nasty looking dogs and had some spectacular views.


The walk started with a steep and rocky decent to Kabak beach which was a gorgeous place for a short rest. The water was as clear as it appeared from above but a little too cold to swim in.



Once we had rested our aching muscles and fed our growling bellies we set off up the mountain. It was a tough climb but the views were absolutely worth it.


The views over the mediterranean were out of this world. We found it hard to determine where the sea ended and the sky began.


We walked for hours and hours passing through a few small towns until we reached Gey. We stopped in at a shop to buy some more snacks and they offered us a good price for dinner, breakfast and to put up our tent but we had our hearts set on staying at the campsite that the couple had marked on the GPS route.

This ended up being a lot longer than we had anticipated. Campsites aren’t always easy to find on the walk. Often the area will be too steep, covered in rocks or too exposed.


But the campsite we found there was out of this world. Perched high up on one of the cliffs overlooking a rocky valley and the ocean was a semi-circle of cleared ground. There was a small fire pit and flat rocks to sit on.


It was the most beautiful campsite either of us had ever seen.


As it was getting dark, Adam and I set up our tent quickly and he cooked dinner while I gathered some wood for a small fire. It was heaven. All we could hear was the breeze rustling the olive branches all around us and the soft tinkling of goat-bells.


The sun set at 7:45PM and it was then that we realised that we had walked almost 10 hours with only a few small breaks. Not bad for our second day.