Cold, drizzly and a chill wind - a real winter sky with an ochre sun ridging dark mountains under grey clouds in a permanent twilight. The warm glow from passing 3,000km (of actual pedalling!) certainly helped get through the gathering gloom.
Skirting the twin lakes on the Northern edge of the Halkidiki region, we passed the pillars of Pafitis, formed as legend has it when a bride leaving her family for married life looked back over her shoulder, turning them all to stone. The reality is that the entire area used to be one huge lake with volcanic vents erupting under the water. The waters eventually subsided leaving pillars of mineral deposits from the volcanic springs.
Passing through logging areas, the smell of freshly cut pine filled the air and roadside retailers sold all manner of wood-based products. The giant empty rocking chair outside one of these prefigured our arrival into the coastal resort of Asprovalta, which had the air of any seaside town out of season - like a moth-eaten Miss Haversham dressed in faded glamour and no-one around to dance with.
Day 87.8km (Total 3068.9km)