Northern Greek highways are excellent …. So good that they don’t actually have any petrol stations on them … so you actually have to exit to some random village which name you cant decipher (with no guarantee that they have a station) …. And well lets just say we ran out of petrol in the middle of nowhere … (the fuel gauge had been playing up, but for 50km or so, I knew we needed juice).
FYI … this is the third time this happened, but the last two we were going up hills, and we were lucky enough to do a u turn, and coasted down to the Servo (one of them being a 6km downhill sprint).
This time I sent Pamela (still in her bikini top) to the nearby houses, where one of the locals agreed to drive me to the nearest servo, 20kms away (I don’t know what she had to do to get that, but she was gone a while …and to my amazement, he declined any hint of me giving him petrol money)
We have done some serious kms, and decided to stop in a small sea side village of Afitos, on the Kessandra peninsular.
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