Big Trip Day 20 – Salonica field ever closer to Kavala

My thinking became a bit catastrophic after I snuggled down last night. I imagined being crushed by tanks on manoeuvres (no sign of any tanks), trampled by stampeding cattle (no sign of any cattle), or being suffocated by someone with murderous intent (no sign, but kept checking). Quite a bit of dew and condensation when … Continue reading Big Trip Day 20 – Salonica field ever closer to Kavala

Big Trip Day 17 – Dubrovnik to a bit before Ivangrad.

Geography was not one of my best subjects at school, perhaps only marginally better than my barely competent efforts in woodwork, metalwork and technical drawing. The journey recounted for this day in 1973 did not see me cross any national borders, but that would not be the case now. My knowledge of the changing political … Continue reading Big Trip Day 17 – Dubrovnik to a bit before Ivangrad.