Or at least the valley which leads us south.
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.
Where all the fetta comes from.
The bridge has a slight bow.
The wrong way.
No weight limit sign.
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.
Acheron Spring (which explains the dry rivers) and the River Styx.
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.
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.
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.
Some of the hairpins took three shunts.
Just past the homemade sign saying too narrow for motorhomes.
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.
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.
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.
Surprised to find valleys and fields at 1000 m.
Had to pull the mirrors in just after this.
We headed north to leave the island across the same causeway we arrived over.
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.
There was a road down to the cove somewhere but still we need to keep driving.
But they were lined. With pipes.
White salt from solar ponds.
Just what's needed for all the fetta.
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.
On the Peloponese Penninsular.
