Samothraki, Part 1
I am a big fan of Auntie Bulgaria, Claire Ruston's excellent blog about all things Bulgaria-related. She wrote about her little holiday in Greece and where did she go? Samothraki.
It is an island, maybe thirty kilometres long, in the Aegean (that is the bit of the Medi in the corner, between Greece and Turkey). There is no airport on the island, so a ferry from the port of Alexandroupoli is the only way to get there. The crossing takes about two hours.
The bad news? Our ferry was leaving at eight in the morning and so we very unwisely decided to drive through the night. Not a good idea. On the return journey, our ferry got back to Alexandroupoli at about seven in the evening, so that meant another night drive back to Veliko Tarnovo. I think that we finally came back to our apartment at about two in the morning.
Our accommodation was the top floor of Xenia's village house. We were surrounded by olive groves. There was plenty of space, lots of cats for Tina to bark at and wonderful views of the mountains.
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