All good things come to an end

After our journey we returned to find Spyros across the street closed so Jockey missed out on the Tsipouro - although I am sure he'll have a lot to say about it on his own blog in due course. We had another good and tasty supper at Deppi and George and went to bed.

No one slept much as the high winds caused my mother's flooding prevention measures to achieve their resonant frequencies and tear loose of their restraints making the loudest and most annoying Flappadappawappaslappa Dappaplappaslappawappa noises all night. The only time the noise stopped was when it rained and the rain came in under the door.

We woke early to make the return journey in what we expected to be bad weather. Stopping for a little at Zatouna for pastelli and tsipouro (after driving through nicely dense fog), we made our way east without further trouble.


Corinth canal - one of the last stops on the way back from Paloumba. Such a trap, but we stopped for the souvlakia and had to walk across a little.

Jock then returned to more northerly latitudes.