The entry into Igoumenitsa harbour was even more peaceful than the previous 25 hours of the voyage; the now familiar thrum quietened as...

We are driving in a small red sports car through the ghastly post-industrial dystopia that is north-eastern Holland. There seem to be no...

There was rain in the night. Strange, as the early evening was as good as the Aegean can offer; warm still air with a tiny breeze from...

Can you smell an island? There is a story told of Napoleon that he knew he was approaching his home island of Corsica because he could...

Yesterday we helped Diana and Harilaos pick their olives. It was a delicious day, as so often it is in late October, clear skies, 25...

Colin used to take us to the airport in a flashy Chrysler that he drove too fast, eyeing us in the mirror like Al Pacino, while whizzing...

Monte Amiata is an extinct volcano in the spine of Italy, that shares its heritance with its more famous cousins Vesuvius and Etna....

The Etesian winds are the dominant weather influence it the Aegean. More commonly known by the Greek or Turkish names; Meltemi or Meltem,...

The final drive through the mountains of northern Evia was the most taxing we undertook. The road surface was a mix of brand-new tarmac...

Catching first sight of the Aegean Sea through the bustling streets of Thessoloniki was a special moment for us. Although we had taken...

Times are tough; deep divisions in society, problems with the media and big issues with ethnic minorities. Communication is problematic...

Here he is at last The real bohemian An individual cast As singular paean The clothes my friend they are not new The flowing coat the...

As we get closer to the Romanian border and count down the kilometres (Lupetto is not only left-hand drive but also has a speedo and...

We are in Budapest, on a wooded hillside, high above Buda. The campsite is the final stop of a defunct tram line, the charming ornate...

A overly long and ruminative piece on Poland. We swept into Poland just as we had into Germany and Czech Land, on a motorway without the...

Just to refresh, we drove through France to Germany, out the other side to the Czech republic, then into Poland and Slovakia and now in...

Tonight we sup wonderful Czech beer (for almost nothing) in a campsite in the middle of nowhere. The times on the above map are not...

Before leaving I had two major worries (aside from the minor anxieties associated with driving a 1972 mobile blood transfusion collection...

First take 1972 Italian OM truck converted to be used as a mobile blood transfusion collection vehicle. Then strip out the interior so...