At the end of the world, Porto Kayio

Dave them motorhome is, erm, rather beered up. He’s in in the deep Mani,  burp, in Porto Kayio, in the southern Mani (N36.42832 E22.48695). It’s beautiful.

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Happy days. One day soon I’ll explain what these pictures are about. For now, I just hope you enjoy ’em.

Jay

 

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    • Who knows! Where’s me next bone? I’m the king o’ this van. Drive me somewhere else you beatches, I don’t like this beach. WHOAOAOAOA I’m high up/in a crowd/anywhere near water/in a cave! There’s nowt worse than being soaked wet in an oasis and then rolling in the Sahara’n sand, nowt. HEY, YOU, It’s 5 minutes past food time, stop driving now, feed one, feed one one’s biscuits! Ooh, sleepy time, snore, snore, SNORE, MASSIVE SNORE. THE FRIDGE HAS BEEN OPENED, quick, get my face in it. Ah, an elderly Italian lady, cue face rubbing and high pitched cooing, here it comes, that’s right, get right up close lady, LICK. Bark, bark, bark, these foreign dogs are so, well, loud. :-)

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