Cast off in "shitty" Patras

As soon as I went back on the road and left Athens to the northern part of the Peloponnese it rained up and then. Either Greece wants to prevent me to leave or even speed up the process of getting rid of me. Notwithstanding the above, I got my ticket printed from the muscleman at the reception of the gym I went to in the evening. Before I could make my way to the port the next day, I had to do a basic cleaning of the motorcycle. The wrinkly grandma living in the house had spontaneously served some cat food on my fuel tank and so a whole pack of cats had thanked me by leaving muddy paw tracks and some slimy poop...
After this unpleasant incident I finally boarded the gigantic ferry with sufficient provisions to spent the night on the high seas while going to Italy in a 17 hour drive.Read more