Campsites,Greece #1of2

Rather than a campsite, we are camped near Galaxídi along the shore of the Gulf of Corinth. The very friendly man camped next door, gave us his business card and said we should call him if we have a problem while we are in Greece. Now that is a virtuous man. During the night the wind and rain were so strong the camper swayed back and forth, so we moved the camper so it was headed into the wind — end of problem.

It was raining hard as we entered Athens, but we figured if we turned right, on the road to Kórinthos (Corinth, or Korinth), we would find Camping Athens, and we did. Most names can be recognized in any spelling, but Corinth is a little different. May the First is Labor Day, and a holiday for just about everyone. Most tourist spots were closed for the day, but at night, just a few steps from our campsite, we could see the floodlit Acropolis, across the city, high atop the Parthenon.

While camped along the shore near Kórinthos, an old man and his wife herded a flock of sheep along the beach. I tried to buy the Shepherd’s staff, but he would not sell. (Stayed tuned!) We never camp outside of a campsite, unless there are others there also. This time there was a small bus, pulling a small trailer, with nine people from South Africa.

When we first parked in Kios, a dredge was busy and noisy, and some ship builders were at work repairing several small ships. All that noise stopped at dusk, and all was OK. While there were no other campers on the dock, we were just in back of restaurants and homes, and did not feel at all unprotected.

We looked at the beach area near Giannitsochori, and found a place along with seven other campers, and a man rebuilding his row-boat. We told Emmy’s Cousin Hugo that perhaps the Germans did capture Greece. There must be more German tourists here now, than German soldiers in WW II.

We saw some campers on the dock in Gíthio, and joined them, thinking we had campsite company for the night. We soon found they were in line to catch the 11:00 PM ferryboat to the island of Crete. We then moved to the other end of the pier. In an antique store in Gíthio I found the Greek shepherd’s staff, I had been looking for. An excellent addition to the collection. Emmy said, “I have an eccentric husband. He’s walking around town trying to look like a Greek shepherd.”