My travelogue does not contain much information about today, so this will be a brief post. It records that I was up at 6.15 this morning and on the road by 10.00 hrs. It is not that my morning ablutions, as scant as they are, take so long, it is because I have to allow time for my dew-laden sleeping bag to dry in the sun.
I walked for an hour on a long hot scorching road, my backpack weighing heavily on my sunburnt shoulders, before picking up a lift. This took me to the elusive Kavala, and we stopped for a meal en route. I had chicken and salad. I am pleased I recorded these important little details for posterity, the mark of a true travel writer. These days, I just take a photo of the meal with my mobile phone. I did it yesterday – a takeaway pizza and can of beer in a park in Sofia!
My drinks of choice during this stage of my travels seemed to be Pepsi Cola and milk. I did have a Bacardi and coke with Queen Olga in Salonika on Day 18.
I spent a little time at a seafront cafe on the edge of Kavala, admiring the seascape, but I managed to push on with my journey. I headed out of town on the road to Xanthi, but I don’t know if I got any lifts. Probably not, seeing as I seem to record most things whether or not they are worthy of recording. In any event, I spent the night in a stone built bus-shelter, marginally upmarket from a field – arguably.
And tomorrow night finds me on outskirts of a border town on eastern bank of the Evros river.
Psychologist on the Move 