We cut across northern Greece, on our way to Turkey.
Our route took us over some high mountains, including the Katara Pass, and we encountered some fierce sheep dogs but what we’ll always remember Greece for is our first flat tire of the trip!.
The food compensated for our disappointment at finally getting a flat. We feasted on cheese-filled pastries and iced coffees, which helped fuel us on climbs to hilltop monasteries. Greece was also memorable because it was one of the few countries where we failed to master even the basics of the language.
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