Motorcycle Travel Series by @veilmir

Along my Belgian friends, I was whirling around the Balkan. This time we decided to move north along the coast. I did a preliminary program. I consulted the Internet for some sights (what to tell the guests about these sites).

The excursion was supposed to be exactly on Philip's nameday on June 29. We left early at 8 o'clock to have enough time to look for more places. Guests were asked to have a pizza. I cut off when I told them that we were eating breakfast rolls in the camp, pizza to eat it in Italy.

Our first destination was the palace in Balik. But paradoxes do not end. They sent us to park the bike on a street and even let us have a ticket. The parking lot in front of the adjoining hotel was empty. But we will not bother about such blunders, her.

It turned out that time is fast moving. And we had a lot of other objects. We decided to cut the program. Instead of going to the goat farm, we can eat straight to Kakra. Philip said there was a decent restaurant there. I convinced Jacqueline and coyote in Philip's suggestion and set off for Kakra. I had not been there until now. And in the palace in Balik I had not been in, but in the garden we had gone and I do not remember when and with whom. On the way, I briefly told the legends about the island.

Philip and Fernan made reconnaissance tours around. And I sank my feet into the sea, I even peeled on the beach. And husbands Frank and Mirel remained all the time as statues on the beach. They seemed to be afraid of the water. Philip decided to make a bath. The clouds were already coming in and we hurried to set off on the way back. 10 minutes after we set off a flood - I had not seen such rain for so long. It was already 19 h when we crossed Vromos. My intention to take a walk and get there right away. Everyone was tired. And the weather was raining enough.

I am very pleased with my tour guide today. Philip and he helped a lot. I hope the guests have fun and are happy.