Off the road again

After the Startup Istanbul conference the schedule was finally relaxed and I got off the motorway. Here is the beginning of the real road. Regardless of what your map or gps tells you, there is a decent road on the coast between Dikella and Platanitis in North-Eastern Greece, in most parts doable even for cars, and lined with signed architectural sites.

 A little morning excercise in the sand. The Heidenau K60 felt better in the sand even with full luggage and normal pressure, than my previous TKC 70 without luggage and with lowered pressure. More on the K60 in a future post though.

And then some work on qlaara in a taverna that later served absolutely delicious local fish.

Later in the afternoon, there was one thing about mountain roads that I had never seen anywhere: they just ended. Not like ending at a remote farm, or at a landslide, or simply fallen out of use and grown full of trees, all of which I also saw that day. I mean really ending, so that there is nothing at the end of the road and there has never been a continuation, just unspoilt mountain ahead. The one on the picture is small and sort of expectable, I came from the left and it ended on the right. But also much larger, almost two-lane, maintained and used gravel roads simply ended in the middle of nowhere, without any warning, many kilometres after the last turning point. I tried four such roads in an attempt to get North from the abandoned village of Kaliva, and all of them ended like this.