999-1005: Resuming the Eastern Finger

999 – Tuesday 27th February 2018:  Recovery Time
Visit to the lovely vat in Corinth again – for Corrie antibiotic and pain killer jabs – she’s recovering beautifully….  We bought 3 months of anti flea stuff for both doggies – €288!!!  Whilst we had Advantix and Advocate for Oscar to last us till we got home, the ‘stuff’ we’ve been sold is more appropriate to the Med countries.  Expensive babies… but well worth it.  Quiet day but we managed to walk Corrie a little further.   Laundry day and some cleaning.
1000 – Wednesday 28th February:  Methano
We showered at the Corinth Camperstop – fellow motorhomers take note – 2 showers in 3 days!  Down the most easterly fickle finger of fate – well of Plops. Methano is on an isthmus – bur rather dead town – nice walking to a beach at the end of the front.  An overwintering Swedish gentleman engaged us and told us lots about the town.  He’d been staying here since 1994 and explained how the local council funding changed a few years ago and now they have a daily bus and few ferries.   He said it only gets going in August, well we aren’t hanging around that long.  We struggle to find a bar …for the obligatory glass of vino.  Usually it is easy to find one where all the men sit and chew the fat.
Celebrating 1,000 days of full time travelling!!!!!  How about that, folks…..
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Playtime and cuddles.

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1001 – Thursday 1st March:  Methano Volcano and Galatas
I ran 5 km for the first time in more than 2 months – K ran 4 km.  Aborted long walk up to volcano due to Corrie recovery time. So we parked at a layby nearer and had shortish part scramble up to top – Corrie hopped up the hill in sparky mode…  Young couple going up to volcano – the lady wore a pretty dress and flat boots (?)… interesting what some people wear for a walk.  
Onwards to Galatas to check ferries to nearby island of Poros for tomorrow. Lovely quiet wilding in boat yard.
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Methana Volcano.
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Great views of the mainland and small islands.  The ruddy rock is volcanic.
A triangular cleft in the rock is the volcano … or at least so the sign states!
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Now I have sensible footwear!
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Poros from Galatas.

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1002 – Friday 2nd March:  Pouring Poros
We Jez’ed to a car park walking distance to the ferries – and we’ll wild there tonight as we planned to lunch in Poros.  Corrie didn’t like the big step into the small taxi boat and had to be lifted.  We walked a circuit of the island in the rain – not heavy though.  As it came down heavier, we took luncheon in a crowded restaurant – lots of families reunited with their sons. They were celebrating the end of 9 months naval National Service.  The Naval Base doesn’t actually have a ship according to our waiter, so I’m not sure what they do there.  We googled about Greek National Service.  Most conscripts are paid all of €8.80 per month!   They get board and lodging, but families have to support spending money.  If they join the Army, they only have to do 6 months.  Women do not have to do National Service, but if their weight and height is OK, they can volunteer.
Some large ferries coming and going; one is a 12 hour cruise from Piraeus which takes in 3 islands briefly for over EUR100.  
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1003 – Saturday 3rd March:  Sunny Poros
We woke, ran and decided to stay another night – why not?  We have amazing views and quiet ambience… AND THE FORECAST IS SUPER SUNNY. Listened last evening by the church service coming across the water from Poros.  We hadn’t realised how much of the Greek service is sung.
Sunday is normally van cleaning day but we brought it forward….   K pruned Oscar-hair and then pruned my knob – no, not that one – the hairy one!  I’m busy digging a hole here – ok – she cut my hair on the top of my nut!  The usual perambulation into town and coffee – with 2 knobs of ice cream for Katherine – should I drop the knobtalk?  OK…..   
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Our 2 night view….
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1004 – Sunday 4th March:  Ermioni
Almost back to running every day….but rest days are also compulsory – I ought to know that after 39 years of trying!  K did spillatez while doggos watched.  Passed lots of lemon groves and lovely bays en route.  Nice large parking (for overnight) beside a school – WC available for chemical toilet disposal. Walked along the sea wall and up through woodland (Corrie off the lead!) to a headland and back to town – and a glass of vino. This town is quite touristy but very attractive. We ‘people watched’ and saw the ferries coming and going to Hydra.  Back at the overnight there was a family of gypsies – 6 children – one youngster did his toilet on the pavement….
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Looking to Ermioni from our parking.
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Walk along the wooded headland.
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1005 – Monday 5th March:  Portoheli and Salanti
Guess what – 4 day running in the past 5! K pillatesed again….. On around the coast – spectacular – monied villas and holiday resorts. Lunch in Jez 
and town stroll in Portoheli.  Salanti was our overnight destination – parking in front of a huge deserted and completely derelict hotel complex. Surrounded by trees with large processionary caterpillar pods!  The route in was not suitable so we aborted and found a better road down – to a fantastic beachfront parking! With no deadly caterpillars. Completely alone and long beach for CO2 walking – so quiet too.  This will be a good running route for tomorrow.  Alcohol dry night (it’s Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays, usually).  We sat in the sun and chilled until the temperature dropped…

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View from our Salanti parking.

CO2 Diary (Oscar and Corrie)

Now then, girlies (Corrie here) – let’s have some female talk about our things…  Young Oscar still thinks we do ‘it’ on the first date – but decorum must prevail…keep ‘em guessing and let them do all the chasing. Mind you, he plays so nicely in the van – he’s a quick learner but, he regularly mentions a girlie called Kensey – I bet she’s a real flibbertigibbet….  As for Bobby and Poo – well they’re Scottish y’ken…… decent rugby team, though (tell K about that).  New owners are still ok – nosh on time and I nick Oscar’s bed regularly – he’s ok with that.  They say we’re going to a place called NafPlyo soon – for a Karnival thingy – I may have been there in a previous life…   By the way, they don’t like me chewing things – so why leave nice stuff just asking to be chewed?  They have slooper goo to stick those suckers back together – no big deal?
Oscar here – C thinks I will chase her – yeah, well – I can get my rocks off elsewhere… I’ve been around the block a few times – just you read Hello magazine soon – I might be invited to a Royal wedding in May – some people called Vegan and Tarry – his granny is a pearly queenie in a Buckinghamshire Villa.  
Nostimosh to all – and adio for now xx
Corrie and Oscar

993-998: We Must be Bloody Mad!

993 – Wednesday 21st February:  Adria Athens
Lovely lie in – as we could!  We drove to Adria Athens (lovely people) … a few minor jobs and booked to have rear air suspension fitted . We had to hang around to check that delivery will be at a time that suits us.  This was rather spontaneous, but it had been at the back of our minds, that the springs on motorhomes do not get the chance to spring back and relax like on an unladen truck. Rear air suspension is also supposed to help with the ride and handling.
Onto Accorinth … ancient fortress covering an extended hill top near Corinth, which we had not visited with the Aged P’s.  It was shut by the time we arrived, but amazing views.  Little did we know the visit would change our lives…..
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Our parking at Accorinth.
994 – Thursday 22nd February:  Corrie
Oscar tells the story better than I can – albeit with his slant – see the end of this post. Our new family member is a poppet – and quite domesticated – doesn’t pee or poo in the van but waits patiently for her outside visit. Aged Ps think we are bonkers – they’re right!  So far, we’ve bought a house and two motorhomes on a whim – so why not adopt a doggy?   She has passed the blood tests (no Leichmanoisis, which was what we particularly feared) and vet exam – spaying due for Monday.  Then Pet Passport process.  We will be coming back to the vet in Corinth a few times!  As well as being several hundred Euro lighter!   Now, they are known as CO2….. we expect more carbon dioxide to be spayed – no, sprayed around Jez. 
Onto Korfos … pretty fishing village, but a boozy night with Jac and Scott (motorhomers from Derby) whom we met on our stroll – we then parked next to them – lots of vino – and some white rum – producing some K-rum results…….
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Corrie.  A real heinz 57, but definitely some Greek shepherd dog in her.
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She watches everything.

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995 – Friday 23rd February:  Hang Over for Ancient Epidavros
Slight sore head in the am for K ….. we walked it off into town for coffee. We gained a wine glass from last night – cheers S and J. We filled with water at Epidavros Ancient Theatre (K had spotted a tap when we visited here with the Aged P’s); thankfully as showers are due soon.  Here we discovered that our Corrie barks at dogs approaching near our Jez – maybe more of an ‘alarming’ dog than young Oscar?  
On to the coastal village of Ancient Epidauros and our super overnight parking.  Minor nanny nap walk along the front – spotting running routes for the morrow.  Now K freezes meals and takes a meal out of the freezer in plenty of time for it to defrost.  Pork and prunes due for tonight and it came out of the freezer last night.  We know it would have been yummy, but we were not to eat it.  It had already been eaten overnight … so that was the plastic bag shreds that J found on the floor this morning.  Note to self, move all defrosting items out of Corrie’s way!  No dog friendly restaurants – so supermarket tinned meatballs for supper – rather yummy too!  
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Our view out at Anc. Epidavros.
996 – Saturday 24th February:  Why Move?
We both ran in the morning – new system as we need to break Corrie in slowly to running ….. J runs first alone and then K with Oscar, whilst J breakfasts with Corrie.  A meander to the small Greco-Roman theatre – fresh excavations – along the nearby beach to site of a sunken city .   6-Nations rugby in the afternoon – Ireland narrowly slid past Wales keeping a Grand Slam hope alive….  England will play Scotland tomorrow.  K:  No comment on this, as we know how it ended …. badly!

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View back from the far beach where we ran to. 

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Walk to sunken city … funnily enough you can only see it on Google Earth as it is underwater!

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Didn’t expect to see a flock of geese on the beach and even more surprised when they set sail on the sea.
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A bit of cuttle fish … must think she’s a budgie!
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A local cafe …  more signs of getting ready for the season … both dogs managed to get in this pic.
997 – Sunday 25th February:  Corinth CamperStop
Destination Corinth Camperstop as Corrie will get spayed by the local vet tomorrow – fingers crossed…  The approach roads are very narrow and twisty – and uphills on a wet surface – traction control engaged – a successful, if scrabbling, landing.  The site: good pitches, lecky, waste and fresh water, chemical wc emptying, wc and showers – all for €10 per night!!!  We booked for 3 nights.   The owner pressed a load of sweet and seedless grapes on us.
Being on electric, I got the electric hob and slow cooker out.  Leek and potato soup, vegetable Korma and Greek spinach with beans (a feature on menus that Mum and I particularly liked) all cooked, bagged and heading for the freezer.

998 – Monday 26th February:  Vet
A short drive to the vet.  We stayed with Corrie whilst she had the sleepy, followed by the antibiotic and pain killer, injections … right up to when she went right under with the drip.  
We asked when we should come back.  Now, one would expect, being used to British vets, that the answer would be late afternoon.  No, only 40 minutes.  We removed ourselves to Jez for a coffee.  Hardly had we drunk this, but the vet appeared at our window waving us to come in so that we could be there as she came round.  Quite similar to taking a child down to theatre and being in recovery when they come round.  We have instructions and medications that J walked to the normal pharmacy to buy.  I was expecting an Elizabethan collar to stop her licking the wound, but the vet said this distresses the dogs, so unless she keeps worrying at it, best not to have one.  Very happy with that … not to mention how awkward the collar would be in such a small space 🙂  
Back at the Corinth Campserstop, we settled Corrie into her bed, but she eventually decamped to Oscar’s.  Not sure how he will take that tonight, as he used to sleeping beside me!  She has been out on unsteady legs for a pee and eaten scrambled egg and rice … the vet said street dogs normal eat much quicker than house dogs.  But very docile and sleepy.  She will go back to the vet tomorrow for another pain relief injection; good just to have the vet check her over again too.
Being settled for the day, I took O for a long walk and did laundry; the twin tub has sooooo been a worthwhile investment.  A neighbour told me a medium load here is EUR8 … well, I just saved EUR16.  James cleaned Jez inside and did the engine levels checks.  A productive afternoon.
The said neighbour is British ex-forces driving a small and ancient, but rusting Winebego.  He has driven from the UK with his massive drooling Mastiff, with the intention of buying land and erecting cabins in Crete.  Given he doesn’t seem that fit and is advancing in years, this seems somewhat challenging.  However, the real story is that his vehicle insurance expired on 1st Feb and the insurers refused to renew … something about not paying taxes there.  I am sure there MUST be a lot more to it, but he is now looking at registering himself in Greece so he can import the vehicle and get it taxed here.  He mentioned the vehicle is worth £2,000 on a good day, but the importing will cost £6,000.  Fellow motorhomers, Carol and Mike had mentioned another character here, who we have yet to meet … A Hungarian looking for a temporary bride … I forget what the reason was.  You do meet them on a trip like this.  

Oscar’s Diary (Renamed CO2)
Well, well, well (and well again).  Me flabber is feckin gasted!!!  If you’ve ever had yer blabber fasted, you’ll know wot I mean.  The owners have gone totally bonkers!  To cut a short story long…. James took me for my morning walk (and the other thing too) – off the lead (he’s learning well). This little pixie dog appeared – Wild Thing (there’s a song about that). She wanted to play – now I never pass up a chance of a bit of ‘RolyPoly’ – so we gamboled along nicely…..  Then J called K to see the little rascal from the van door – she looked at it and said “shall we adopt her?”.  J answered “yes”.  I thought K wanted an ‘adaptor’ from the garage so I was cool. Bejaysus, the next thing the young doggy was in my van and scoffing my food!  It appears they have taken her into my family permanently!!!!!  
K has called her ‘Corrie’ as she comes from Corinth (ancient).  How original is that, you say?  Not.  They could have called her Rover or Trixiebell or TrollyDolly or Wildthingiewotsit…. but no – blinking Corrie!  Mind you, she’s cute (that’s what K calls J – and he biffs her bottom!)  He likes a bit of bottombiffing…. no comment from me, there.  She is ok (not K but Corrie) and takes orders from me – which is the most important thing. We took her to a local vet and she is perfectly healthy (I didn’t want to catch a dose of fleaze or wormz) but she will need the ‘chop’…… It’s good that she’s no pussy (remember Mrs Slocum?).  Sparky enough – and would yez believe it?  She has snow white eye lashes!!!  What is the world coming to?  Any road up, she can stay as long as I have the power of Tito – sorry, vito…..  
Corrie here, readers….  I was out minding my own business and playing with this stud Oscar (he wanted his legover – but I never do it on the first date, anyway) – in my wildness area.  Before I knew it – I was dognapped!  Well, it means regular nosh and a nice bed in the warmth of something like a big tin can with wheels…. the owners are ok – J is a bit of a greco-roaming ancient – and K is a bit of a posh bird (she thinks).  They tell me I’ll meet doggys called Poppy and Boo (queer names) and Kenzie – in other countries – I’ve never been past Corinth. I had a family once but the Recession meant I was turfed out, like 1 million other Greek dogs – tragic.  I really wanted to be called Madonna or QueenBea, but Corrie is quite catchy (named after a street in somewhere called Manchester, I believe…  Oscar thinks he can order me around – now girlies – how many men are similarly denuded, sorry – deluded?
Yours in shox – Oscar and Corrie – next time it will be Corrie and Oscar.

Yassus, caramera and efharisto – and yackyda (Welsh for his nibs).