We’re in Igoumenitsa, inside the secure international port.
Not that we’ve been challenged by anyone yet.. and not that we actually have any tickets yet.. but we just drove in. I know that we need to pick the tickets up, but only the person who made the booking can do that.
So, we’re sat in the port, waiting for the rest of the world to arrive, hoping vaguely that they haven’t broken down or got lost. Could be fun 🙂
The run down from Mount Olympus to Igoumenitsa was pretty uneventful. We came on early so I could meet up with my mum (Hi mum! /wave) who lives in Corfu. A nice spot of lunch and a few hours gab, and I’m ready to hit the ferry and party like there is no tomorrow. Except of course, there is a tomorrow.. and in true Dumball style its a 400 mile “sprint” across the south of Italy, to our glorious destination of Sicily. Damn, are we that close already? 🙁