Sharing the Blog Love…..The Liebster award…. .


You may be wondering what this blog post is all about going by the title.  The Liebster award?   What is all that about?  I too was thinking that very same thing when Suzanne from Globalhousesitterx2 left a message on my blog to say she had nominated me for the award.   I headed on over to her blog, then, to upskill myself so to speak and find out what it was all about.  Ah right, after a bit of reading and digging I got the low down on it.  Originating in Germany, it’s basically an internet award where a blogger nominates fellow bloggers whose musings they enjoy reading and asks them to answer some questions in a blog post.  Once the nominee has answered the questions and published them on their blog they then nominate blogs that they enjoy reading asking those bloggers to answer the same or different questions.  And so it goes on.  It’s all about sharing the blog love and it’s aimed at newcomers to the blogosphere.  Are you all with me so far?  Great.

Suzanne and her husband are New Zealanders living an extraordinary life of world travel combined with house and pet sitting.  I enjoy reading all about their globe trotting lifestyle and Suzanne’s musings on life.  Thank you Suzanne for nominating my blog.  I’ve done my best to answer your questions.

And without further ado here they are:

What country, city or continent would you most like to visit and why

Ooh, that’s a toughy.  I couldn’t really pick just one.  In truth, I’m not very well travelled in terms of having visited many other countries.  Until we started on our trip around Europe I’d only visited a handful of countries as, for eighteen years, we holidayed in the UK due to having our dogs.  I don’t have any one specific stand out destination that I would most like to visit.  I’m happy doing what we are doing now travelling and discovering new areas and countries in a loose haphazard kind of way.  Anywhere new is good enough for me at the moment.  Maybe in years to come, after having experienced and visited more countries, I’ll have an idea of somewhere that I think ‘yes, I have to go there’.  Having said that, Scotland is somewhere that I have never been to that I would really like to see but we keep putting it off because of the weather!

What was the most inspirational time in your life so far?

I think that has to be the years leading up to us taking this huge long trip around Europe in our van.  Up until about five or six years ago I’d been pretty content with my life.  My job was a means to an end.  It wasn’t something I was passionate about but, you know, I felt I did a good job and I didn’t hate it anything.  I didn’t feel like I was in the rat race and life was pretty good.  But then a combination of things happened including an enforced job change to another department which left me in a working environment and job that I felt, deep down, was not for me and I started to think ‘gosh, is this as good as it gets….am I going to be able to do this for another ten or fifteen years’.  I don’t know why but I started to peruse a few different blogs on people taking time out to travel around Europe in their motorhomes.  As this was something that we wanted to do when we reached traditional retirement age I devoured them all.  This then morphed into delving into blogs about minimalism, simple living and living intentionally.  Blimey, I was on fire!  It made me completely change my mind set and perspective on life.  When it came down to it, time and experiences were more important to us than stuff.  Living with less and wanting less has definitely changed our lives for the better and enabled us to pursue our current life of travel.

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Everything packed up and ready to go into storage before our trip started in April 2016.  In April 2017 we let it all go and gave it to a charity.

What are you passionate about?

I really feel at home around animals and like to be with them.  We don’t have any pets at the moment though.  We made a conscious decision when our last dog sadly went to the big kennel in the sky, towards the end of 2013, that we would have a break from the responsibility of having a pet to enable is to pursue other things.  Some of the volunteering we have done through Helpx in the last eighteen months has been with various different animals including donkeys, dogs and alpacas.  If we ever settle back into a normal life or even if we don’t then I’m sure we will have another dog……….or two.  I also love travelling in our motorhome, reading, walking and cycling.  I quite like birdwatching as well but I’m not serious about it and generally can’t identify what I’m looking at.

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Douglas, sadly missed.
A day out at the Donkey Sanctuary, Sidmouth, Devon.

What is your favourite book and why?

Reading is one of my most favourite things to do and there are sooo many books I could choose.  Instead of choosing one book then I’m going to choose my favourite author.  And that would be, hands down, Alexander McCall Smith.  I just love his books.  He’s a prolific writer and just when I think I’ve read everything by him I’ll be casually flitting about on the Amazon Kindle book pages and see he has published another book.  My favourites by him are all of the No.1 Ladies Detective Agency series and the 44 Scotland Street series.   He has a very simple, subtle way of writing with beautiful observations and reflections on life and a whole host of wonderful characters.  Overall, his writing just exudes compassion and kindness which is something we should all aspire to.  With every book I have read of his I always learn a few new words which I have to look up but I can’t confess to remembering them.


What is your favourite time of year?

I love all the seasons, well not so much winter, but if I had to pick one time of year I would say it would have to be Spring.  The days start to get longer, migrating birds return, new shoots appear and you have that feeling of the whole summer stretching ahead of you.

Spring 2016 walking the Harrogate Ringway.

What other interests do you have besides blogging?

This varies year to year as I am a fickle soul and don’t seem to be able to stick at anything for very long.  Currently I enjoy spending time trying to improve my French.  It’s a lofty goal of mine to become fluent in at least one other language and be able to get by in another two.  The other two would be German and Spanish.  But I’d also like to learn Portuguese too.  And maybe Italian.  Did I mention I was fickle?  I’m so envious of polyglots who speak several languages effortlessly and I’m a late starter to this so we’ll see.  Time will tell.  Maybe by telling it to the world here I’ll make myself more accountable.  Peut-etre.

Do you prefer the beach or the mountains?

Now, I think the answer to that question for me would be ‘it depends on the weather’.   If it’s dry and bright then I would choose the mountains over the beach any day of the week.  As walking is one of my passions then I need to be able to get out and about amongst those peaks.  If the cloud is low or it’s raining and I can’t see them then I can find them a bit oppressive.  You see, I’m a fair weather mountain person.  In contrast, I love beaches in any weather and at any time of the year.

You can’t beat the hills on a sunny day.

Where did you go for your most memorable holiday?

One holiday that stands out was a trip to the Isles of Scilly back in 2009.  We had our lovely dog Lulu then.  We travelled with just our backpacks and little tent on the train from our home in Wiltshire to Penzance and took the ferry to St Mary’s island.  We stayed on St Agnes, which has no cars, spending a wonderful week exploring the islands, visiting the pubs and generally enjoying a slower pace of life.  The weather was amazing which was just as well as our little tent was a bit cramped with the two of us and Lulu.  We took the least amount of stuff we felt we could get away with but bought two cheap camping chairs in Penzance.  I can’t do without a chair.  If I go camping I want a chair.  If I sit on the beach I want to be in a chair.  If I go on a picnic I want to be in a chair.  No romantic picnic rug for me.  I want a chair.  That’s all I want.  A chair!  Anyway, when our week’s holiday was over we gave the two chairs to a couple of backpackers who were just arriving on the campsite.

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Tim with Lulu, Isles of Scilly, 2009.

Do you prefer a sunny or a rainy day?

Oh, sunny.  Sunny.  Yes, definitely sunny.  I’m no sun worshipper though.  Lying on a beach slathered in chip fat slowly cooking is just not for me.  My idea of sunbathing is sitting in my shorts and T-shirt under the shade of a tree reading a book.  I love sunny days because they make me feel happy and energized.  Everything just looks better on a sunny day.  Sunny days allow me to do the things I love like walking and cycling.  That said, if I’m tired after a busy few days I’m more than happy to sit watching the rain roll down the windows whilst supping a cup of tea.

A beautiful sunny day perfect for cycling along the Moselle in Germany.

If you had a day all to yourself how would you spend it?

Ok, I’d start with a cup of tea in bed whilst reading a book, a blog or something educational followed by a swim, ideally on a sunny day in a nice fifty metre outdoor pool.  After breakfast a long walk in beautiful countryside preferably one where I would come across a field of donkeys to pat.  A cheese and pickle sandwich for lunch followed by an afternoon kip.  I’d listen to a few language podcasts, read some more and finish up my day with a homemade chilli.  Rock and Roll I am not!

My ideal pool for a morning swim.

So there we have it.  And now it’s my turn to nominate some of the blogs I enjoy reading.  I’ll leave the questions as the same or if you want to mix it and match it with some others I’ve listed below, or answer some but not others, do what you like really……..or not.  It’s up to you 🙂

What books have you been inspired by and why?

What would you say has been the biggest challenge of your current lifestyle?

What has been the biggest benefit of your chosen lifestyle?

I would like to nominate:

Adventures in Life, Love, Travel…….and Puppies!

Love Motorhoming

The Wanderlings


Phew, that was, I think, my longest blog post yet.  If you’ve got to the end then thanks for reading.  I’m off for a lie down!




IT Stress and Van Repairs…. .

I had a bit of IT stress last week.  Well, not strictly IT stress but more of an ‘aaarrrrggghhhh’ moment which then turned into IT stress.  More on that in a minute.  We travelled east from Metéora towards Thessaloniki but made a pit stop at an aire in Vergina to break the journey.  Vergina is the site of Greece’s most important archaeological discovery in the 20th Century which is all very interesting but that’s not what I’m going to tell you about.  If you are interested you can look it up here.  As I’ve said before I try to keep this blog simple and I am in no way shape or form a history buff so if it’s a long winded story then I have decided I’m not going to write about it.  So there!

So, being the heathen that I am, instead of visiting the museum at Vergina (which is said to be excellent) and it being a beautiful sunny day, with not a cloud in the sky, I decided to go out for a walk.  I picked out a route which I thought would take me to some ruins but to my surprise, after an hour and a half, I arrived at a fully restored Monastery nestled in a valley.  It was closed but I did wave to a very startled nun working away at a desk in one of the rooms at the back.  The only access to it must be via a very bumpy track in a 4WD.

The piece de resistance of the walk though was coming almost face to face with a wild boar.  It was but twenty or thirty metres away in a clearing snuffling around as, I presume, boars do.  It hadn’t seen me so I spent a few minutes taking some photos and just enjoying the moment.  Once I started to retreat I startled it and it ran off.  Fortunately in the opposite direction.

I got back to the van buzzing.  I put the SD card into the laptop to show Tim my sighting whilst grinning from ear to ear.  He gave me back the laptop and I deleted the photos from the SD card.  Aaaarrrrgggghhhh nnnooooooo.  A split second after I’d pressed the delete button I realised my mistake.  I hadn’t saved them.  Oooh how cross was I?  I mean, you know, it wasn’t the end of the world or anything and nobody had died but I was crushed.  That’s where the IT stress came in.  Seeing my face Tim calmly removed the laptop from my grasp and set about trying to retrieve the photos.  He worked on it for hours.  Hours and hours, I tell you.  After numerous downloads of recovery apps which promised the earth but delivered nothing he had to admit defeat but had managed to retrieve two photos.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.

And here they are…….

All Saints Monastery, in the middle of nowhere, near Vergina.
Yay, the one photo of the wild boar Tim managed to recover.

Anyway, I soon got over the disappointment with the help of a packet of chocolate digestives and a pint of tea.

As well as IT/photo woes we’ve had van woes.  When I changed the bedding the last time I noticed that the bottom of the mattress was wet and the likely culprit for a leak was the window above.  The kitchen window was leaking too on occasion depending on whether the van is facing into the wind or not.  A camper stop then at a caravan dealership outside Thessaloniki beckoned.  Tim emailed them and Alexandre replied saying ‘bring your van tomorrow and we sort all your problems’.

We arrived the following morning to a friendly welcome and they got to work straight away.  We also asked them to replace all the LED strip lighting as they were all flickering which can be migraine inducing for Tim.  In for a penny in for a pound we also asked them to look at the ailing shower tray.  Yep, they could do that too.  It did cross my mind as to whether they could retrieve my deleted photos as well but thought that may be pushing it. Whilst they worked on the van we took the bus into Thessaloniki.

Ollie, quite literally under the knife.

It was a sixteen kilometre, two bus journey which cost €1.20 each.  Absolute bargain.  Thessaloniki is the second city and second port founded in 315 BC.  We weren’t expecting to enjoy our meanderings as much as we did.  It has a pleasant waterfront promenade, Byzantine churches by the bucket load, interesting street art, pleasant squares, parks, numerous museums, several markets and a Marks and Spencer.  Tim was hoping for the purchase of a pork pie in the M&S food hall but alas only non perishables were on sale.  We only scratched the surface of what Thessaloniki has to offer and you could spend a week there but a day was enough for us.

The White Tower, built in the late 15th Century.
The colourful Ladadika area.
One of the traditional markets.
Agia Sofia Church built in the mid 7th Century.
The Arch of Galerius built 295 – 305 AD.
I love the artwork on the side of blocks of flats.  It seems to be popular everywhere.
The statue of Alexander the Great on horseback.

Back at Zampetas the van was finished so we spent the following day giving it a good clean.  It needed it!

Everything was out for a good clean.

Leaving Theassoniki we took the A24 which took us across a long ribbon of scrubby scrubbyness which was interspersed with petrol stations, light industry (both thriving and derelict), unfinished building projects, farmland and a fair dose of roadside rubbish towards the Halikidiki (Chalkidiki) peninsulas.  Getting closer to the Kassándra peninsula the land opened up into small single story orange roofed dwellings surrounded by crops and olive trees.  Much more agreeable.

We’ve spent the last six days here pootling about the coastline.  Pretty much everything is closed in the smaller coves but one or two tavernas were open in Nikiti and Marmaras.

Nikiti on the Sithonia peninsular.
A walk from Nikiti – we could have been on the South Devon coast near Dawlish, UK!

We’ve had a mix of weather with clear sunny days, perfect for strolling along the shorelines, to blustery windy days giving everything a bleak feel and reminding us of parts of the Cornish coast.

Sunrise over Porto Koufo.
Our parking spot at Porto Koufo.
Kandilakia (Καντηλάκια), wayside shrine.  
Parked up at Kalamitsi – can you spot us near the far end of the beach?
View towards Mount Athos.

It’s a completely different experience to what we had in Spain and Portugal this time last year.  We’ve only seen one other van (Bulgarian), hardly any people and we’ve been able to park up with no problems right by the sea every night.

Anyway, as it is Tim’s birthday today I ordered this sunrise especially for him 🙂

Happy Birthday Tim!

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Metéora… .

I’m sure the drive from Ioánnina to Metéora is very scenic but we weren’t able to see much of it as it was a pea souper for most of the way.  We were mightily pleased we took the E90 motorway to get us two thirds of the way there as the original road would have been a twisty, windy up and down nightmare in the fog.  Numerous lengthy tunnels along the motorway confirmed we’d made the right decision and we were more than happy to pay the €6 toll.  The tolls in Greece are easy as it’s a human at a toll booth.  It would have cost us way more than that in extra diesel and stress taking the other road.  Fortunately by the time we’d come off the motorway to drive the last fifty kilometres or so the fog was coming and going in patches and there were plenty of places we could pull over to let the convoy of cars behind us get past.

Metéora features in the top ten sights to see in Greece attracting thousands of visitors a year.  I’d read about it from several other blogs and was hoping it would live up to my expectations.  Despite the poor weather and not being able to see them clearly the humungous sandstone rock formations towering above the towns of Kalambaka and Kastraki are quite imposing.  Driving through the two towns we wound our way up and up the road through the towers to a viewpoint five kilometres above the town. Arriving at our destination we sat looking at the greyness waiting for the weather to clear.  We’d had a glimpse here and there on the way up of what was to come but the fog/mist was still persistently hanging there obscuring our view.

The natural sandstone towers of Metéora, meaning ‘suspended rocks’, are pretty amazing just as they are but twinned with the monasteries perched right on top they are a wonder.  Hermits saught refuge in the rocks towards the end of the first millennium building small chapels for prayer.   However, the monk, Athanásios, from Mount Athos founded the first and largest monastery, Magálo Metéoro, on one of the pinnacles in the late 14th Century.  Another twenty three monasteries followed but just six are in operation now with others either uninhabited or deserted.

Sitting with a cup of tea looking out at the cars and coaches coming and going I felt very grateful that we had the time to sit out the weather and we hadn’t just got a short window of opportunity to see what we had come to see.  If that had been the case we would have had to leave very disappointed.  After a couple of hours of waiting there was a short interlude in the fog where I was able to jump out and grab a few photos and stand in awe of what was before me.

Rousánou Monastery revealing itself through the fog.


Vaárlam Monastery founded in 1518 is named after the first hermit to live on the rock in 1350.
Vaárlam (left) and Magálo Metéoro (right).

It isn’t really known how the first hermits actually got to the top of the vertical rock faces but it is thought they hammered pegs into gaps in the rock and hauled their building materials to the top.  Other theories claim kites were flown over the tops carrying strings attached to thicker ropes which were made into the first rope ladders.  No mention is made of how many would have lost their lives in the building of the monasteries.  I suspect it was many but the H & S police wouldn’t have been invented then.

The sandstone towers are a wonder in themselves.

It wasn’t until as late as the 1920’s that stone steps were hewn into the rocks to make them more accessible. They also now have a cable car going back and forth presumably as an easier way to get supplies across but there are pictures of monks travelling in them too.  Prior to that everything and everyone was winched up and down by hand in a rope basket.  Apparently the ropes were only replaced when they broke.  Mmm, a comforting thought.

The rope basket.  Picture courtesy of Google images.
The hand winch at Vaárlam.
The cable car was toing and froing to Vaárlam with nothing in it!

We had hoped to stay a couple of nights at the campsite at Kalambaka, which is open all year, to do some washing and make use of the wifi but a sign on the gate said it was closed for repairs so we stayed in a quiet layby not far from Vaarlam Monastery.  Nobody bothered us and the police must have passed us as when we drove up to the viewpoint in the morning they were taking someone to task for using a drone for some filming.  There was a lot of form filling going on so it’s obviously a no no.


You can just see ‘Ollie’ sitting in his viewpoint carpark below Vaárlam and Magálo Metéoro monasteries.

The six monasteries that are still operational are €3 each to enter so not expensive but there is some stair climbing involved to get to them.  I arrived at Vaarlam at 9.00 am when it opened and practically had the whole place to myself for forty five minutes.  Photos aren’t allowed inside so outside pictures only I’m afraid.  Skirts have to be worn by women but they conveniently provide very fetching stretchy wrap around floral curtains for the purpose.  It was the first time I’d worn a skirt in probably twenty years.  Nope, no photo.

Picture taken from the winch tower of Vaárlam.
The courtyard at Vaárlam.  I was lucky I had the whole place to myself.

After visiting Vaárlam I took a walk along the road which traverses the hillside giving epic views over the rocks and monasteries below.  Most people were driving and stopping at each viewpoint to take a photo but walking was by far the best way to take it all in.  Tim is currently on sick leave with another injury so he was back at the van putting his feet up!  I walked as far as Stéfános monastery but it was closed for lunch so I backtracked and had a look at Agia Triáda (Holy Trinity) which was very quiet.

Agia Triáda (Holy Trinity) Monastery.

That might have been something to do with the one hundred and thirty steps to get up to it.  (I didn’t count them, I took that from Wikipedia)!  Agia Triáda featured in the 1981 James Bond film ‘For Your Eyes Only’.

Some of the 130 steps.

An hours walk on a footpath leading down the hill from Agia Triáda took me across country through the rocks and brought me out to the road below Rousánou monastery.

The approach road to Rousánou where my walk brought me out.  Note the much better weather on day 2!

The following day I took off on my own again with the intention of visiting Magálo Metéoro monastery followed by another walk but when a tour bus overtook me just as I reached the top of the hill I decided to give it a miss and just do the walk.  Maps.Me came to my aid again showing me an unmarked footpath leading to what I thought would be a ruin but was in fact the restored Ypapanti monastery, which is currently uninhabited, suspended halfway up a rockface.

View across to Ypapanti monastery.  Now no longer inhabited.
Close up of Ypapanti Monastery.

What a treat that was.  I’d never have found it without my trusty Maps.Me app.  I had the most fabulous three hour walk through woods and open countryside passing another two churches.

Views across the surrounding countryside.

Metéora then met our expectations and we thoroughly enjoyed our few days there.  Tim expects to be back to fighting fitness again in the next week but I think he is secretly enjoying his respite from me whilst I go out on my own!





Our first foray into Greece…. .

It was fortunate that I’d read the Wanderlings blog on their experience of getting a ferry to Greece from Brindisi.  It wasn’t a surprise, then, when we turned up at the port to find hundreds of Bulgarian plated lorries parked up in the waiting bays.

Spot the odd one out.

Learning from our Dubrovnik experience I trotted off to the Grimaldi lines check in desk to get our boarding passes.  Whilst waiting for the booth to open up I stoically endured the up and down stares of the fifty or so lorry drivers also waiting to check in.  They weren’t unfriendly up and downers just curious.  We were to be just one of two motorhomes on the ferry.  The rest was freight with the odd car thrown in.

Again, it was an interesting loading procedure.  Or I should say there was no loading procedure.  Without any lanes painted up on the tarmac all the lorries jostled for position spreading themselves six or seven abreast with no apparent order.  The poor little man checking boarding passes was running to and fro between them trying not to get flattened.  The drivers, all with cigarettes clamped firmly between their teeth and presumably well versed in this system, showed no mercy.  One or two beeped their horns shouting and gesticulating if they thought that someone else had jumped the queue in front of them.  Fortunately for us we’d been directed to wait on the left hand side and just watched them all fight it out between themselves.

The loading itself involved some going on forwards and some backwards.  Our turn came and we were relieved to be pointing forwards although we did have to go up a ramp to a different deck.  Once up on the deck the lorries in front were directed to do a U-turn and reverse into their spaces.  We had to turn around and parallel park into a space between two other vans.  At least it was a reasonable sized space and we weren’t packed in as tight this time.

Safely parked up on the upper deck.

On board the facilities were more functional than fancy and none too clean.  Let’s just say it’s the kind of place you want to wipe your feet on the way out.  If you can get them unstuck from the floor that is.  Docking in Igoumenitsa in the late evening we parked up in the well lit car park at the port and went straight to bed.  No night driving in a new country for us.

The following morning a regroup and a day of planning was called for which required good internet access so we drove the six kilometres or so to Camping Drepanos around the bay from the port.  After twenty four hours of reading, researching and general acclimatising we had a loose plan and we were ready to hit Greece.

Yay, Greece is now on the map.

After a stock up at Lidl where we found Cheddar Cheese, Chocolate Digestives and Ring Doughnuts (with proper sugar on them) we headed east on the E90 towards Ioannina.  We are using several sources for overnight stops which can be found here, here, here and here. Greece doesn’t really do ‘aires’ and there aren’t too many campsites open at this time of year so these resources, along with some other blogs are proving to be super useful.  Thank you to all of you for sharing your info.

Our loose plan whilst in Greece is to travel across the country inland from West to East then follow the coast in a clockwise direction with a few forays inland finishing up in either Patras or back in Igoumenitsa for a return ferry to Italy sometime in the near or distant future depending on how we get on.

We stopped over night at Ioánnina on our way to the Vikos Gorge.  Ioánnina, set beside the Pamvotida Lake, is the capital of the Epirus region and on first impressions seems to be just a long sprawl of built up urban chaos albeit set in beautiful mountainous countryside.   Parking four kilometres outside the town we walked in and explored the fortress area which dates back to the 13th Century but  was rebuilt in 1815 by Ali Pasha, the Albanian Muslim tyrant.

Ali Pasha Mosque and tomb.  

It was certainly quieter inside the walls of the fortress which was a welcome relief after the walk in along busy roads.  Outside the walls of the fortress we sauntered around a really lively area with an eclectic mix of small businesses and cafes.  Many buildings were empty or semi derelict but the place had a real buzz to it.

Downtown Ioannina.
Lots of little cafes and small businesses in this area…..
….also lots now closed down.

What we’d really come to this area for though was to see the Vikos Gorge.  With limestone walls rising to over 900 metres the gorge cuts through the Vikos-Aöös National Park.


The gorge is quite simply spectacular.  We drove through the village of Menodendri up to the view point at Oxia.  All I can say is if you have any children or dogs with you then hang on to them as, apart from one small piece of manmade wall, it’s a sheer drop to the bottom of the gorge from the path.


Vikos Gorge taken from the Oxia viewpoint above Menodreni village.
Not a good place to be if you are afraid of heights.

We stayed a couple of days just outside the village of Monodendri as we wanted to walk part of the 03 Greek National Trail which tracks its way through the bottom of the gorge towards Mikró Pàpigko.  There wasn’t time to walk the length of the gorge as it is a six to seven hour walk one way but we did do part of it.

On the 03 National Trail through the Vikos Gorge.

On the way back towards Monodreni village we found another fantastic viewpoint across the gorge with a birds eye view of the little monastery clinging to the rock face which we’d visited the day before.

Another spectacular viewpoint not far from Menodreni village.  You can just see a little monastery perched on the rocks.
Menodreni village.

Dropping back down to Ioannina we stopped for the night at the little hillside village of Lingiades overlooking the lake before heading off to Metéora.

Our Camper Stop at Lingiades made available by the municipality as an official site for camper vans.

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