D2 Serbia to Vasiliki

We woke and had a nice breakfast in the posh hotel next to our car park. The bread was wonderful and the toilets where we cleaned our teeth were palatial. 

Then we were back on the Chinese funded motorway to the Macedonian border. It took us an hour and 15minutes to get over the border. Katka drove and Maros rested in the back. We had a rest in an imposing Macedonian petrol station and enjoyed the mixture of people. At the Greek border we showed our vaccination and test papers but we were missing the mysterious LPF paper. Katka who once beat US border security into submission was stumped for a moment by Byzantine rules. It was sorted in the end by allowing a random guy to photocopy our passports in a hot dusty office at the edge of the border crossing. 

As we entered Greece we admired the oleander growing alongside the motorway and the little churches and lavender fields. We saw signs to watch out for bears as we passed Mt Olympus. 

Unfortunately the motorhome engine started to develop some strange behaviour. Maros managed to drive all the way to Vasiliki but there were a few stops on the way. A Russian working at a petrol station was helpful, and Maros got us over the final steep winding mountain roads, and at midnight we arrived at the camp. 

We could finally have showers and a beer, but everyone was a little down in the dumps. However, on the plus side we are safely at our destination and we all slept like babies that night.