Nekromanteion of Acheron, Lefkada, Greece Week 112 May 27th - 30th 2013
We are now roughly aligned with the mountains.

Or at least the valley which leads us south.

A quick stop to dispose of rubbish.

We saw groups (collections?) of post boxes in Scandinavia.

Now we see collective rubbish bins.

Fewer bins to empty, but a bit of walking for people.

A good compromise!

Good for us as it makes rubbish disposal easy, and there seems to be little litter in lay-bys.

Lots of sheep in Greece.

Where all the fetta comes from.


The bridge has a slight bow.

The wrong way.

No weight limit sign.

And a few boards missing along with a slightly bent loose steel plate.

The sign on the other side said "20t".

The bridge is no more bowed after our passing than before.

The stones in the river bed are sharp, not water worn and rounded. Similar to where we camped.

The river is also dry.

The valleys have a habit of closing in and the route become more tortuous.
The plain of Acheron.

Acheron Spring (which explains the dry rivers) and the River Styx.

Portable irrigation.
The Nekromanteion of Acheron.

Its about this time that one feels like helping the organisers of the sign in their descent to Hades. 

They've obviously reached Hades as they are able to predict for today's visitors how the visitor experience  will be enhanced for tomorrow's visitors.

The Nekromanteion obviously works as we have been made aware of their prediction.

The official website has yet to catch up with the closure.

Hiding our disappointment we headed south to Lefkada. The island, along with Lefkada the town.

We traveled through the (Euro 5 toll) submerged tunnel from Preveza to Aktio after stopping in Preveza to buy a sim card.

Sat in the queue while the floating swing bridge to Lefkada was opened to let the procession of boats through.

Its 50m.
We stopped for the night at Cape Gyrapetra, about one km after the bridge.
Looking north we can see the mountains whence we came
There's been a string of windmills along the cape.
Following day we set off along the western side of the island.

Took a wrong turn along some narrow streets - the locals seemed quite friendly when confronted with a truck blocking their way.

Last night's camp is on the corner.

Through Kalamitsi as the road became ever narrower.
And headed down the hillside to Kavalikefta Beach.

Some of the hairpins took three shunts.

But eventually we could see where we were going.
This welcome was at the end of one branch of the road.

Just past the homemade sign saying too narrow for motorhomes.

So we took the even narrower looking (right hand) branch to Avali Beach.

Spoke to friendly local making his "canteen" ready for the season and camped a few hundred meters further along.

There seem to be a few other happy campers tucked away.

Hang the itinerary .... we'll stay a couple of nights.

Lefkada is one of the Ionian islands, along with Corfu.

Quite possible its Homer's Ithaca.

Colony of Corinth during 7th century BC. Part of the Roman Empire from 197 BC.

The Andegars, Toks(?), Ottomans, Venetians, French, Russian and English, in that sequence, have all made their presence felt at some time.

Until 1864 when the Ionian islands joined Greece.

We later shared our camp with a German family.

They'd been here the previous week and been off to explore the island. They assured us we were in the best spot.

There are a few campervan/motorhomes along the stretch.

A bit of a community.

We reluctantly left and crossed the island.

Surprised to find valleys and fields at 1000 m.

And the occasional narrow road through villages.

Had to pull the mirrors in just after this.

Then down the other side to Nidri.
Tourist paradise.

We headed north to leave the island across the same causeway we arrived over.

Lunch stop. Near Pogonia.

As we headed south down the mainland coast.

If it had been later in the day we probably would have camped - there was already another motorhome a couple of hundred metres away.

But we carried on.

There was a road down to the cove somewhere but still we need to keep driving.

Just after Astakos there were what looked like ponds left from gravel dredging.

But they were lined. With pipes.

White salt from solar ponds.

Just what's needed for all the fetta.

Opposite Patra we stopped for the night.

A bit steep and rough to get down from the main road but we persevered.

There were a few parties of Greeks who left when the sun sank.

Patras in the distance.

On the Peloponese Penninsular.

Peloponese Penninsular, Olympia, Greece Week 113 May 31st - June 1st 2013

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