1663-1681: Packing Up and Goodbye to Jez
Thursday 24th September – 12th October 2020
Back at Coxbridge Farm we proceeded to completely empty Jez … he was going back to his factory of birth in Slovenia. We had always had issues with opening and shutting the habitation door … sometimes even having to take our boot to it. This had never been correctly repaired whilst under warranty: incorrect parts or non-delivery of parts, . With the constant slamming shut, we had consequential damage to the side wall … a crease! Adria agreed to repair this … actually not a repair, but a whole new side wall. But who could be trusted to do this major surgery? Don’t worry … they will collect the motorhome and take it back to the factory in Slovenia. Having been warned that we would be without our home for at least 6 weeks, we had formed a plan!
To be fair, we already had a plan to spend the winter in Crete … wanting to be in our Happy Place for another expected Covid lockdown. We had agreed to rent a house just east of Chania from a friend of a friend. With no van, we would drive the car over. It would also mean we would save the expense of hiring a car whilst there.
Once Jez was empty … again abusing my Aged P’s goodwill, attic, garage and shed, we drove down to N Devon, via an over night on a friend’s driveway in Bristol. Jez was left with a motorhome dealer there and within a week was collected on a closed lorry to be transported back to Slovenia. We were able to track his progress on the Tracker. Part of the planning was again to buy and wrap all our Christmas gifts … Mum was unimpressed the first year of our travels when I left all the wrapping for her to do!
Costa iced caramel latte … my go to packing drink! Not sure how many I managed.
The packing the car was a challenge. We planned to camp en route, so had the tent and kit we had trialled in Derbyshire. Summer-ish and winter clothes, dogs and their kit, cooking kit, Christmas gifts from family etc etc … all to fit into the car. The day before departure, it was all at the front of the house ready to be packed … in the persistent rain! Bear in mind, I may not have many skills, but packing is one of them … taught by Dad on our family camping holidays … Mum and Clare sorted bedding, Tim sat in the car reading and I passed dad things to pack or helped erect the tent. It was quickly obvious it would not all fit. Maddy and I did an emergency trip to Halfords to buy roof legs, bars and the biggest roof box they had … a snip at >£600 NOT!. And slightly annoying as we already have legs and bars that fit the car in the shed in N Devon, but hey ho … after a few tricky attempts to close the roof box, we got it all in.
CO2 lying on top of pilates mats, duvet, pillows etc. A bit of a leap up!
We are really lucky people. We had brought our departure forward by 8 days, concerned that borders would start closing again. Just before we left, Switzerland closed to Brits (that was OK, we planned to go via Austria anyway) and the day after we arrived, Italy also closed. Although in reality, we heard of folk crossing between countries with no checks. Another major piece of luck was that the DVLA returned James’ C1 (to drive over 3.5 tons post 70 years old) application form wanting further information and a new photo. This was a major piece of good fortune, as without a physical licence, James would not have been able to drive abroad. If stopped by police and unable to produce the licence, they would have deemed the vehicle uninsured! Quick as flash, J said, right, we will keep it and post it all back from Greece so he could share the driving. It expired on 12.10.20 … the day we arrived in Patras, mainland Greece. It would have been a real struggle for me to drive that distance for 5 days solidly.
With poor weather initially and then tiredness, we abandoned the camping idea and about 4.00 o’clock each day, I messaged AirBnB owners to get a good price for an overnight. I had tried a campsite cabin initially, but it was more expensive than an apartment, and thankfully there were quite a few that allowed dogs. Out of the 5 AirBnB that we used, all were <£65 (cheapest was £19!) and all, bar one, were very comfortable.
So our route was 1180 miles from home to Ancona. Overnights in Belgium, with Kerstin in Reutlingen, Verona and close to Ancona. An 18 hour ferry from Ancona to Patras, an overnight near Patras and then another overnight ferry to Chania, Crete. The journey took us exactly 7 days with only a 30 minute difference door to door (Ash Vale to Chania).
A very quiet Tunnel.
Our first AirBnB was a stones throw from a free aire … missing Jez!
First overnight apartment. I was expecting really uncomfortable beds, but they were all OK … gone is the day of lumpy rental mattresses.
Leaving, after packing the car, in teaming rain.
We really cannot get lost … ancient Garmin, Co-Pilot, Dash Cam and old iPhone for audio. Console of the Enterprise?
£10 for 3 giant bars … just had to.
Overnight stop, walk and supper, with my old mucker Kerstin in Reutlingen, Germany.
Similar to the chicken parmesan I ate in the NE … this was equally delicious … chicken in a paprika cheese sauce.
A lucky rainbow.
Rain eased as we crossed from Austria to Italy over the Brenner Pass … and scenery got interesting.
The grotty Italian AirBnB – something out of the 1950’s. And by no means the cheapest.
Yes, we cruised to Love in Italy, where else!
Spotted near Ancona … the future of cruise ships?
Time for and Italian lunch before Ferry No.1.
I know my dinner is up there, surely it IS time for it NOW?
Dog walk near Patras after the long (18hrs) crossing … they have to poop the poop deck on board and Corrie is Miss reluctant.
Time for first lunch in Greece; shared Dukos and Shrimp Saganaki … nostimos.
Waiting dockside to load for Ferry No. 2 … we had to turn around on board … so much easier in a car.
Coming into Chania, Crete port in the morning … somewhere there is Kalives, not far from our rental house, which is more up in the hills.