|Holiday 1992 in Greece|
So, I started to plan the trip. Remember that she asked me less than two
weeks before the party started. After carefull planning (just buy a few
maps from Europe, get some foreign currency and find the camping gear)
we (my brother and I) went on our way with the car and caravan.
The first part of the journey went nice and easy. At the end of the
first day we were near Munich. On the second day we drove through
Austria and ended up in the southern part of Hungary. So far so good.
Hungary is a nice country. Good roads, nice campsites. It's a bit like
the former Yugoslavia was in the early eighties.
But on the third day we arrived at the Romanian border. It took us about
an hour and a half to cross it. The roads were awful, especially in the
cities. The first big city we saw was Arad. Just before entering the
city there was a big traffic jam. Maybe an accident had occured. Or they
were working at the roadside. How naive of me. All these people were
standing in line for petrol. Boy was I lucky that I had been at the
Hungarian petrol station just before the border.
The journey went on and in the afternoon we started looking for a petrol station. After a while we say one, so we drove to it. What a disillusion. Sold out. Sorry! Well, this can happen. So on to the next one. And the next one. After about two hours driving we found the second petrol station in the country that was open. But it was on the other side of the road. To give you an impression about the circumstances: we were standing in the shoulder of a two lane road which was the main road of the country and we had to make a u-turn to get in line on the other side. So my brother had to stop traffic (what a fearless guy).
We managed to get to the other side of the road in one piece. With only 2
or 3 liters of petrol left, a queue with about 50 cars, 30 degrees in
the shade and begging children at your door. It took us two and a half
hours to get the petrol but we were on our way again. We were heading
for the border and then about 65 kilometers before that the sun went
down. Stopping in the middle of nowhere seemed out of the question so we
drove on. The soutern part of Romania is not the place to be at night.
It tooks us more than 3 hours before we arrived. Driving in a pitchdark
area with no lights apart from your own and from cars comming your way
(with blinding headlights) is no fun. Especially when there are people
and cattle on that same road. I ran over a dog that was standing on the
road and I realized that instead of a dog a person could be standing
there as well. Around midnight we arrived at the border.
We knew that we had to take the ferry over the Donau to get to Bulgaria.
What we did not know was the fact that the first ferry left at 8 o'clock
in the morning. And the queue that long that we realized that we had to
take the second or third ferry. So again we were waiting. Soldiers were
checking to see if you were sleeping - which was forbidden - so we had a
plan. We slept in 1 hour shifts in the caravan. The other person stayed
awake in the car. The next morning the ferry started and around half
past two in the afternoon we were on the ferry.
The Bulgarian border was also a lot of fun. Again waiting for more than two hours to cross it. At least the roads were in a better condition. In the evening were tried to find a place to sleep, but we only found the signs of a motel, not the motel itself. In these countries it can happen that you follow a sign and suddenly there are no signs. By looking at the roadsigns on the other side of the road you can see if you have not missed one. But in the evening this is not working. So we camped on a hillside in the neighbourhood of Sofia.
On the fifth day we arrived at the border of Greece. Hell was over. At
last a civilized country. We found a perfect campsite near Thermopilea,
about 180 kilometers from Athens. And now the biggest joke of all. After
two days we went to Athens to visit Eleni. We ended up in the center of
this very large, and very busy city and we could not find any parking
space. Oh boy. After driving several hours through the city, being in
the neighbourhood within a few hundred meters we failed. The next
morning I called Eleni to apologize, but she has doubts about me being
But I have the proof. So here are a few photo's at Delphi.
No need to tell you that the way back was that same hell again.
This document was last updated on 29/12/00