A Warm Greek Welcome, Don’t Hold the Pork
We decided on Alexandroupolis as our first port of parking, and after driving around for a relatively short while Armando spotted an Italian restaurant, da Bruno. He went in, chatted, and we had free parking and water in minutes.
And free WiFi, citywide, which was our second shock. The first morning was grand- coffee, open doors to the sunny seaside and our new friend Kostantin.
He was a former travel agent in his 60s who regaled us with tips around the town and his insights into Greece. An absolute sweetheart.
The third absolute shock to our systems, after Bulgaria and Turkey: something as simple as a shop that has, erm, things inside. Meaning not just the bare basic fruit and veg but overwhelming (for us) options.
We wandered down the aisles grinning ear to ear. I’m pretty sure the shop ladies thought we were mental. Ha. We’ve eaten more pork and bacon in one week than I think I consumed in the Czech Republic the last year I was there, which is saying a lot.
The Greeks have been friendly, open, helpful and really warm- minus the campsite we’re at now in Kavala.
The only problem? It could easily be used as a backdrop for a B horror film, particularly the toilets and showers.
Though the barely-lit paths with crackling twigs are also tweak-worthy.
Even if you’re not terribly hygienic, it’s a wee bit gag-awful. We’re going into the city (Kavala) tomorrow for Armando’s work and some food tasting for me to continue with reviews, but we don’t plan on staying here too long.
It’s not at all bad, though. One very cool thing in the campground: we arrived roughly the same time as a couple from New Zealand who are on their way to Turkey. Sue and Dave have an exquisite RV, and we’ve all enjoyed chatting and story swapping. It’s nice to finally meet other travelers that are similar to us, and being able to exchange advice.