A Half-Baked Plan
February 27, 2009
… set out to have a BBQ and walk 25km to find a room in Rogdia.
The BBQ went well – lemony chicken on the skillet is pretty wonderful.
Poppy was foolishly unconcerned about the swans.
Then up the hill to Rogdia – where night was falling.
Thanks D for coming to pick us up – there were no hotels open! and we would have had to bivouac in the olive groves. (I had my survival bag – whito probably wouldn’t have made it)
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Jamie | March 1, 2009 at 10:31 am
You should mention the plastic bottle burning bar. I can still taste that.
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octapodi | March 1, 2009 at 4:38 pm
Indeed – while waiting for D we found a faux-traditional taverna where they kindly lit the sealed stove for us. The proprietor got the flames going with paraffin and then threw on the empty bottles as well. The fumes duly leaked into the room, creating a grim toxic sauna.