A Night in Karkalou

Trip Start Oct 26, 2006
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Trip End Aug 2007


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Monday, May 28, 2007

A Night in Karkalou
I remember it was May 28th (my dad's birthday), and it was our first day of real rain. Real rain, meaning thunder, lighting, buckets of rain, the works. We managed to escape one massive cloud by hiding under some trees til it passed, then made a run for it before the next one hit. With only 15 km to go, we didn't escape the next one, so when we arrived cold and wet in Karkalou, Seth went to the only supermarket (a mini-mart at the local gas station) while I went to call dad to wish him a happy birthday. Unfortunately the only payphone wouldn't work with our calling card. Anyhow, Seth came over to say he'd need help deciding on dinner with the limited choices at the gas station. After a quick glance over the 15 or so choices of canned goods and other odds and ends, we decided on tuna-mac. With a can of tuna (in oil, of course), pasta, some sheep cheese from Crete, 2 big, cold bottles of Amstel and some chocolatey-wafer things for dessert, we headed off to make the last 2km  to our campsite in our complete bonking state.  Upon arrival, we must have been the most pitiful sight ever. The owner of the campground came out the door of the reception to greet us. We asked "Camping?", his reply "No", then followed by a big grin, meaning "just kidding!". He was elated to hear that we were American, as his best friend lives in Nevada. He was probably also happy to see some foreigners other than Germans. Nothing against Germans, we love them, it's just that every campsite we arrive at is like little-Germany. So anyhow, seeing as we were wet, cold and absolutely starving, and didn't have a warm, dry motorhome hiding in our Ortlieb bags,  he insisted we stay in one of his "caravans", for the same price as it would be with our tent (~15 euros). Going around the corner of the building, I cringed at the sight of the miniscule, rusty old camper that he was proposing. My first reaction in my head  was "No, I'll take my wet tent over a spider-infested rust bucket, thank you." But in reality the camper had been completely redone on the inside with wood paneling, a simple table, a cozy bed and lots of WARM blankets. So we quickly stripped out of our wet clothes, had HOT showers, put on all our warm clothes, had some hot tea, then made the most amazing tuna-mac dinner ever. The tuna-mac and Amstel beer combination has been likely our most satisfying meal of the trip so far, probably due to our dehydrated and bonking state we were in at the time.
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tracyanna
tracyanna on

there is a reason man created beer
to change attitudes and mask the misery of a wet chamois, an unfamiliar bed, a strange dinner, and cold toes!
(sure wish i was there with you!)

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