The vibes with George were certainly better in the beginning than after two days, and we began to feel we had out stayed our welcome. So we decided that from now on we would not stay with people more than 2 or three nights, it just puts a strain on things. George is such a nice guy, suave, sophisticated and polite, but in miniature. So the next morning at 6am we had our last cup of tea in their messy kitchen, said our good-byes and staggered off as pack horses once again.
We got to the bus stop, squeezed into an insanely packed Greek bus, as we banged people every time we moved with our huge backpacks. So we tried to remain vertical for the journey to the station. We arrived 20 minutes after the train was supposed to leave, but it was still there and would only leave in another 20 minutes. So we rushed to the station kiosk and bought some rolls to go with some cheese we had, and that would be lunch for the day. We boarded and eat chocolate and chips for breakfast, while chug chug chugging off towards Yugoslavia.
Photo by Picture Dud's BBQ
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