Bon Voyage.

The guy in the next tent woke me at 5.30 coughing, spluttering and hoiking. I got up.

My Dyneema bags, I always double bag clothes/sleeping stuff than need to be dry,  are hanging close to my front wheel. One touch and that would ba a hole right through. I put in this crisp bag barrier and hope

I have no idea what Komoot is thinking. I’m riding along the old national road practically zero traffic when suddenly the route takes me off the road into a maze of small roads and turns in a town (going nowhere near a cafe) then 2kms later spits me out onto the original road 🤦.

I rode fast today. The road is flat with minimal undulations. The sea to my right and mountains to my left. It’s a great road. But I have done it many times before so I just concentrate on getting to Patras.

I bought a ticket to Bari. The only person this is relevant to is Shpend who I’m supposed to ge meeting in Seville. If I’m late he’ll have to start without me.

Currently on the boat trying to sleep but worrying about my bike in the hold. Karl from Austria, wlso on a bije, and I shared frustration as we had to take our bags off the bike for them to be xrayed. They confiscated my knife, to be returned in Bari.

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