The Peloponnese Peninsula

It was quite a wrench leaving Aginara after four blissful days. We were blessed with warm sunny weather and, with the proximity of the beach and some friendly fellow campers, our stay was very enjoyable.

We were hoping to go out for Sunday lunch but, due to Covid restrictions, local restaurants were closed. Angelica kindly offered to cook some fresh fish for our supper which we would collect from her kitchen and eat in the truck. We enjoyed two huge dorado (sea bream) perfectly grilled and accompanied by a green salad, a herb dressing and a jug containing half pint of their local olive oil. When Tony took back the serving dishes the following morning he obviously whispered something appropriate in Angelica’s ear – the following night we were served with enormous pork cutlets, salad and fries, beautifully cooked and perfectly seasoned with fresh herbs.

Blue dot – on the road to Corinth

We travelled down the west coast of the Peloponnese Peninsula until we reached the motorway heading east towards the Corinthian Canal, a narrow waterway that divided Peloponnese from mainland Greece. We passed north of Athens and followed the motorway up towards Thessaloniki. The road ran beside the coast and through the mountains, we passed miles and miles of olive trees, vineyards and the sun illuminated the bright autumn colours. The roadside was lined with mile after mile of cotoneaster bushes, heavy with berries reflecting the autumn hues.