Halkidiki

Yesterday we didn't really do anything except bringing my travel partners' laundry away, lying on the beach in the sun, waiting for the cute beach boy to serve our drinks. I drove around the peninsula again, just because I enjoy driving this rental car so much. In the evening we had a nice grilled fish in the beautiful village of Neo Marmaris.

So this morning we got out of bed real early. We drove to Perea (a village near Thessaloniki) first, to have lunch at To Steki Tou Vasilis, which is probably the best Greek ouzeri I know. We were already there at 10.40 and the waiter looked kinda strange when we already ordered lunch. I explained him that I often ate at their restaurant when I was younger and when it was called Aigialos. The name and owner have changed, but the food and concept remain the same. We ate fried tirokafteri cheese, grilled calamari, fried zucchini and some moussaka on the beach.

After our early lunch we returned the rental car in the city centre of Thessaloniki and took the bus to the train station, where we arrived really on time to catch the 15.52 Hellas Express night train to Belgrade. I've always got a strange thing with Greece, something I don't have with other countries, not even Thailand or Bulgaria, but whenever I leave Greece, I feel empty, I start missing the country from the second I leave it and I want to return as soon as possible to this beautiful country with its ouzeris, tavernas and psarotavernas. But for now I'm on the night train to Skopje and Belgrade, which is the beginning of my return journey.