Our last European trip was two-up on one bike a blue 2006 V-Strom. We added a red 2005 V-Strom to the family so we can take this trip on two bikes.



Our new bike family

Knopf Tours in Heidelberg has been the home of the blue bike since that 2-up trip in the spring of 2011 through Western Europe and Morocco. I found our 2nd V-Strom, the red bike, for sale in Barcelona. I got it form Tom who lives in Florida and had used it for many trips in Europe. It had to be driven the 775 miles to Heidelberg before we could start our current trip to Eastern Europe. Mike was elected to do that drive alone so he left from Seattle a few days before Beverly. It was a long drive but he made it in time to pick up Beverly on September 7 at the airport in Frankfurt which is about an hour North of Heidelberg.

The red bike needed some work before we could leave and the shop at Knopf Tours was just the place to get the work done. It is quite convenient to have a place to stay and a shop where maintenance and repairs can be completed. The blue bike just needed the paniers put back on. The red bike needed a chain and sprocket, an oil change and some electric accessories


Mike in the Knopf Tours shop getting the bike ready



Beverly is ready to go


We left Heidelberg on September 9. Bamberg Germany was our first destination – about 150 miles. The roads through Bavaria are amazing. Smoth and precice Like a german Engineer had designed them.We drove through some rain on this leg of the trip and didn’t stop for many pictures.



On our way to Bamberg


We didn’t arrive until 7pm but since we had already selected an Ibis hotel, we could drive straight there. They have an underground garage to park the bikes. After checking in, we walked around went out for dinner.


View from Ibis hotel room in Bamberg Germany


On September 10, we set out for Prague, and we wanted to travel the backroads as much as possible. I set my GPS on the shortest distance route which took us on slightly paved to unpaved roads for a few hours. Although it was beautiful, enjoyable, and perfect for riding, it wasn’t an efficient way to get to our destination. It then came time to actually get to Prague.


Where we have been


Where we are going



A reset on the GPS, several more miles on the back-roads, and we were back to the expressway which took us into beautiful Prague.

September 10
We arrived in Prague at about 7pm on September 10th and again, Mike had recently selected a hotel, the Inos, and made a reservation. The convenience of driving straight to the hotel is nice when you arrive after dark. The last part of our ride today was on the expressways but the earlier ride through the Czech Republic has to be one of my (Beverly) favorite rides ever. There was hardly anyone else on the road which was more like a very long curvy drive-way than it was like a road. Through the trees and through the pastures. Through little villages and long stretches without seeing anyone.
The hotel has underground parking with a car-elevator. Our hotel was about a 15 minute tram ride to the Charles bridge which is in the center of town. Although we had a long day we were ready to become the tourists. We went into town the evening we arrived to get something to eat – a 15 minute ride on the number 17 tram. We went back to town the next morning, the 11th to be a tourist – boat tour, walk to the castle/church etc. We/ Beverly took a lot of pictures. One has to remember to look up in Prague. The architecture is stunning.
We stayed 2 nights in Prague

We headed for Cesky Krumlov, still in the Czech Republic, in the Southern part of Bohemia. This town was a power center during the middle ages and has the second biggrst castle in CZ other than the on in Prague.The ride took us through the rolling hills of the countryside. I don't know what we expected, but the secondary roads were great. Some farm traffic but otherwise not much activity. I think the new freeways are the best thing for motorcycle riding. cars and trucks stay of the good roads. We stopped in Tabor for lunch. A building on the square was built in 1490 – before the Christopher Columbus “discovery.” The variety of architecture is interesting.

The roads were good with little traffic

Every little town has an interesting history told by the buildings.

The grey building behind the bikes was built in 1490. Before Columbus found America.
After lunch we continued through the countyryside to Cesky Krumlov where we stayed the evening at Pension Anna near the square. The only rooms available there were apartments. But they had a garage for motorcycles so we took it. We went for a nice tour of the town and castle which was the Eastern Nazi headquarters during the war.


Cesky Krumlov -- Pension Anna


The castle dominates the town and has been restored after the war and the communist era let the castle and town fall into disrepair.




The town is now a world Heritage site.

Mike and Beverly

September 13 -- We left Cesky Krumlow at about 11 AM to make our way to Slovenia through Austria. Heading South, we could see the mountains in the distance .We took the back road son the map through the Czeck countryside. We saw little villages and farms like you would see in the movies.







After a couple of hours of playing around, we thought we should make some time. I think we are still cursed with the need to be on a schedule. A schedule is a silly concept on a trip like this; we need some beach therapy.
We hit the freeway and found ourselves traveling through tunnel after tunnel, one was 7 miles long. The tunnels are hot and loud and admittedly, not fun. We had a rest stop at a shopping center where we met Helga at the bookstore. She told us about Gamlitz, a premiere wine region in Austria that was on our way. The wine store where we stopped to pick up a bottle of wine echoed the recommendations for Gamlitz. We were sold – next stop Gamlitz, Austria. We ended up at Helga Brolli’s winery and hotel. What a beautiful place in a beautiful setting. The building is a combination of the old and the new with the restaurant and reception in the old and the hotel and meeting rooms in the new. She grows and sells wine including a fine Sauvignon Blanc. In the morning we enjoyed a spectacular view from our room overlooking the vineyards.








Mike an Beverly

We talked to some Austrian bikers who had been in a little fishing village of Valun on the island of Cres. That was our destination for today. We left Petra's place and headed for the ferry some 25 miles away. It is cool the way bikes go to the head of the line and get on the ferry first

Ferry coming in.

Bikes on ferry

We talked to Heinz and Claudia who are from Vienna. They are bikers and have travelled Croatia on a bike but are traveling by car so Claudia can wear some nice clothes.

Mike talking to Heinz and Claudia
When you are of the beaten path and want to get off that path, that is Valun. The roads were narrow and sometimes single track. When we stopped, it was a challenge for Beverly to handle the top heavy bike but she hung in. There are no hotels and no buildings on the beach. We were going to move on but got a room from the people who own the cafe we at which we had lunch. We met Clare and Sandi who are from Switzerland and have a house near by. They convinced us to stay. Went swimming at the beach and generally vegged out .The water was warm and so buoyant you could float vertical and still have your nose out of the water. We had a great dinner.I had Lambuga ( dolphin fish) and Beverly had seafood pasta.

Overlooking Valum

Arriving in Valum

Mike with fish
Mike and Beverly

Sept 17

We left Valun reluctantly. It was so quiet and peaceful. our plan for the day was to take the ferry from Cres to Krk and then from Krk to Rab.

Ferry to Krk
We didn't check any schedules as part of our beach therapy so we missed the ferry to KRK but the next one was in an hour. When we got to Krk, the Rab ferry was just leaving. We decided to get the ferry the next day and go to a small beach town of Baska. It was a nice easy road with lots of nice turns. That was a break for Beverly after some of the goat tracks we were on the day before. Baska was very crowded. It was a nice weekend and apparently it is the local hot spot. We wanted to swim again so we did even though it was getting dark. We got a room had some wine and pizza and called it a good day.

Night swimming in Baska
Sept 18
We went to the market for yogurt, cereal and instant coffee. Coffee will be a pass from now on. Drove the nice road back to the ferry and boarded.The ferry was small with the cafeteria down stairs. It was nice on the deck so I got caught up on our blog and Beverly got deep into her book. .We met Henry and Chrystal from Germany who shipped their motorhome from Germany and drove the Alaska highway. This morning, I was filling the hot water kettle and the water kicked back over Beverly's computer. We might be IPoding for the rest of the trip.


Waiting for ferry to Rab

Windblown on ferry

Beverly with bicyclers from Wisconsin

We had a nice ferry ride and road ride and arrived in Rab. The old town was started in the 1300s. We went to the hotel Isera We wanted a real hotel with Breakfast and an elevator. The story would be better if I omitted that or just lied about it. We took a water taxi to a little island not too far from town and went for a swim. Water was a little rough but it so warm and buoyant it is always fun.

There is supposed to be a storm coming in tonight.


Sign on the path to the beach. FKK means free body culture in German.
Mike and Beverly

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September 19th
The storm came in last night right on schedule. It started with lightening. And then came the thunder. We sat out on our balcony watching the show until the torrential rains started. The storm continued throughout the evening and into the morning. While still lying in bed, we realized we wouldn’t be leaving today unless we were interested in the challenge of riding in the rain. Our next intended destination is Split. The weather teased us with some mild spells then came back with a vengeance. We had no choice but to stay so we toured the city and revised our itinerary.
Rab has an interesting history that dates back 1000 years. It was Roman then Italian then Greek and so on. Every little town has a unique history from the town only 50 miles away.

This is now the view from our window.

A satellite picture from the morning where you can see the storm that passed at the north end of the Adriatic.


An aerial view of Rab during good weather.
September 20th
Some days are long. Our ride was going to be about 200 miles starting with a short ferry ride from Rab to the mainland.


Our ferry coming in

Bikes packed in the corner

Another ferry going the other way.
We are through with the island hopping on the ferries.
The fun started when we got off the ferry. WIND. The constant wind was tolerable but the gusts were intense blasts. I learned to watch Mike ahead of me. When he tipped and swerved, I knew I would shortly experience the same. We had to stop at a stop sign during a blast of wind and I ended up stopping in the oncoming lane. No worries though. There wasn’t much traffic.

Hmmm I wonder what this sign says. We looked it up later. Translation: “closed to commercial vehicles with covered cargo space.” We headed right on through. There were other motorcycles out also, all making their way gingerly down the road with the frequent swerving.
It was only slightly overcast and the sea was actually beautiful. The sun breaking through in the distance lighting up a fog rising up from the water. Wait a minute though. That isn’t a fog. That is a water being sent up into the air by the wind. At one point I noticed that a wind tentacle blowing across the water surface traveling at a faster speed than us and we were going 40mph.
I noticed at one point we were driving on that grooved pavement that I so dislike. With this wind, I couldn’t even tell the pavement was grooved. I guess I am cured from my distaste for those roads.

We stopped here to take pictures. Here is Mike holding up my bike while trying to look at a map because it won’t stand on its own in the wind.

SEPTEMBER 20 Continued
Time to take a rest from the wind. We stopped about noon at the Paklenica National Park. We wanted to go see Plitvice National Park, famous for its lakes, but the wind was slowing us down so much that we certainly wouldn’t make Split if we went. Instead we discovered Paklenica which turned out to be a beautiful rock climber’s mecca.
There are over 500 identified routes in this beautiful canyon. We took a hike up the trail watching the climbers and seeing the sites.



Beverly taking up climbing
You can see tunnels dug out of the side of the mountain that Tito’s Yugoslav army used to protect its high ranking officials.

The tunnels
Our next stop, a place to get out of the wind and have some lunch. Mike found this lovely spot situated on a road that ended with a small village on a protected cove next to the water. We sat with the locals in the sun and had an enjoyable lunch. They mentioned that the expressway might be closed to buses and bikes because of the wind. We don’t know if was true but a tour bus did pull in and had to ask directions.

Mike having lunch at the end of the road.

After several more miles on the side roads we decided to give the expressways a try. As we moved further South and later into the day, the wind did seem to be losing some of its intensity. With still over 100 miles to go we hit the expressway managing to travel at about 55 for most of the way and then creeping up to an occasional 70 near the end. Twenty miles out of Split, we ran into the rain. And it was getting dark. We stopped a gas station store and tried to verify a hotel/room before venturing into the city. We eventually did.
The graffiti covered walls in the section of town where our hotel, the Dalmation, was located made us do a double take on whether or not we wanted to stay. Mike went in to check while I stayed with the bikes. He was satisfied with it so we unloaded our bikes and got ready for our next adventure.

Our hotel -- looked kind of rough when we arrived in the dark.
Next adventure?? It is 8PM at night. And we hadn’t had dinner yet. The background to this adventure is that about a week ago when we were at Petra’s guest house in Njivice, we were sitting out on the marble-floored patio on some plastic chairs. Mike’s chair collapsed and he hit his hand on the marble. It has been bothering him ever since. And yesterday when we stopped to take a few pictures, Mike managed to catch my bike just as the wind was blowing it over. He saved the bike but strained the same hand. We stopped at a local pharmacy to get a hand brace and some ibuprofen. The woman said at the local village, there was a place to get checked for free. I don’t know if it was the right place but the doctor looked at the hand, said it might be broken and to go get an Xray. The visit cost 120K or about $21.

Mike visiting the Doctor

To make sure it wasn’t broken we went to the local emergency room at the local hospital – during rush hour I might add. In the end, after X-rays, they said it wasn’t broken. Though I am not so sure of their diagnosis. While there, we saw 2 ambulances come in. One with a motorcycle rider who hurt his knee. Another, an old woman who was in some kind of distress. We also watched an entire family speed up to the door in their car and unload their young son. About 5 policemen were there interested in what was happening with this family, questioning even the young son. We never did figure out what happened.
They charged 240 kuna or about $43,and I got to keep the xray. I think I will take it to my doctor at home and ask that it be added to my file.

Mike in the emergency room of Klinicki Bolnicki Centar in Split

When we left the hotel it was about 11:00 and we went to look for some food and failed. I had two hard – boiled eggs in my bag and some wine. It was enough to keep us alive and a base for some ibuprofen for Mike.
Mike and Beverly

September 21
We got up early to tour the town of Split. Didn't do any research so we didn't have any preconceived ideas about the town. Split was settled in the third century when a Roman Emperor built hid retirement castle here. Many of the buildings through the centuries still remain. We went for breakfast on the water front, visited some of the tourist sights then cleaned up, packed up, checked out and hit the road.
Split is definitely a tourist town. The rooms are expensive and there is lots of shopping. Many ferry destinations are available from Split including the Dalmation Islands and Italy.

Breakfast in Split – We are watching the ferries.


Touring Split

Beverly packing up

Hotel in Split from the parking lot

We drove from Split to Dubrovnik. WOW!! 200 kilometers of turns along the beautiful coast line. The road was smooth, the sun was shining and the turns were rhythmic. There was some wind but we had our wind training yesterday so we chuckled when a strong gust tried to alter our course.

Highway 8 along the Croatian coast is a must ride. We saw many touring bikers who must have known the route.



We arrived in Dubrovnik late in the afternoon and got a room at Maria's which we found on the internet. A beautiful view of the city, a garage for the bikes, a short bus ride to the old town and Maria fussing around us trying to make us comfortable. I have to mention the price - -E28.
We bought a tourist card for tomorrow and walked the old town. The wall enclosing the city is 1.3 miles long and is 20 ft thick in some places. It is thought to have been settled by Greek sailors but the documented beginning is in the 7th century. Dubrovnik was a main target of the Serbs during the war in 1991 and on. The Serbs launched artillery over the mountains and most of the buildings in the town were affected. Dubrovnik now has new roofs on almost every building.

Sunset from our room deck


Out for dinner inside the walled city

The Bikes

When I look at our posting, it reads more like a tourist story than a bike trip. This is the bike story to justify using Horizons to post. We had a trip in the spring and posted to Google blogger and it was awkward. htpp;//2seniorsonabike.blogspot.com

Two years ago we decided to do some touring in Europe and tried to ship our bikes. We had two BMW f650s. It was expensive and a hassle so we scrapped the idea. I decided to try and buy bikes in Europe and after some study, I thought that buying US registered bikes in Europe would work best for me.
Gary bought his 2006 Suzuki VStrom 650 in California and toured the US, then shipped it to Europe, toured around for a while then parked it in his parents garage in the South of England. I bought it and picked it up in the spring. It had about 18000 mikes. I changed the oil, put a few mods on it an proceeded to do a two up tour for a 3000 mile tour in Spain, France, Switzerland and Germany. I was so impressed with that bike. We had it loaded like a rented mule and it hauled us around a few off road places, some interesting mow nation roads and some excessive speeds on the motorways. Our BMW 650s could not have served us like that.

Beverly likes to drive her own bike so we needed another. Tom in Florida shipped his bike to Europe several years ago and did some touring. He sold me the bike which was stored in Barcelona. I flew to Barcelona two days before Beverly flew to Frankfurt, picked up the bike and drove the 750 mikes to Heidelberg where the other bike was stored. This bike had 24000 miles. I got it started, lubed the chain and drove like a bat out of hell to get there on time to meet Beverly's plane. I rode the bike hard but i think if it could talk it would have said that Tom rode it harder. Another good bike experience. I will lower Beverly's bike some more and do a few more comfort modifications.




Mike and Beverly
roaming around Europe

We made it to Corfu but what a wild and long ride. We will post our last few days soon and it will include some details on one particular Albania route. Two nights in Corfu then a ferry ride to Venice.

September 22
Maria started us off with coffee in the morning. She also left a bowl of fruit for us in the kitchen.

Our goal for the day was to use the tourist card we bought the day before, swim in the ocean and see at least one museum. We jumped on the #8 bus which would take us back to the old town. While on the way, we could see a beautiful beach below with that extraordinary blue green water.

Since the bus driver stopped for a break next to the path to the beach, we decided to go. Down, down, down. Many stairs. When the day was done we probably up and down over 4000 stairs – not an exaggeration. There were only a few people on the beach. There was a nice covered café. The water was warm and I did a bit of real swimming. It is practically effortless because of the buoyancy of the water.


We sat at our table, had a few s

…. then headed back to the bus stop (up the stairs) and missed the bus by 1 minute. Oh well, it was a short walk to the old city and we had a nice view of it from the distance.

We toured the old town again, went into two museums and walked the wall around the city which is 1.3 miles (and a lot of steps). The wall offered a good view of all the new roofs which Mike mentioned in our previous post as a result of the conflict with the Serbs in 1991.

Games of thrones, an HBO movie was being filmed on location. We had a good view of it from the wall.

Back at Maria’s, we packed up for an early start in the morning. Our plan was to get to Corfu in two days. The map said it was 679 km. In order to do that, we figured we should get to the area of Fier, Albania by the evening. The reason for our schedule – we booked a ferry to Venice in three days but we wanted a day to tour Corfu. Since we had no idea what the roads were like in Albania, we left ourselves this cushion of one day so we could be sure to catch our ferry.

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September 23
We knew we had a long day ahead of us so we packed the bikes the night before, had breakfast and were on the road by 7:00. We had GPS coverage in Croatia but after that we were flying blind. We had a map of the area; you know -- a big piece of paper with all the roads marked on it.

We didn't start out with the same enthusiasm we normally have but as we left Maria's, we climbed the mountain leaving Dubrovnik, and the views of the sun coming up over the mountains and the islands and sea were spectacular. It was a short ride to the border to Montenegro. We were thoroughly checked out of Croatia and into Montenegro. For the first time I had to show all the insurance and bike documents. We came down the mountain through Herceg Novi and around a series of Bays along the coast. Not as developed an Croatia but very interesting. There were castles, Monasteries, and beautiful scenery. Beverly added Montenegro to Morocco on her list of places she needs to visit again. Maybe she will take me.

We proceeded south through the national park and the fun began. The road was 1 1/2 lane unmarked lumpy road. We had a hard time believing this was a main road between two countries. It must have been because we came to a major construction effort for the remaining 30 kilometers. There were no signs, no barriers from the equipment and large trucks on their route.

The road surface was alternately heavy loose gravel sub base, to compacted gravel, to slick mud and large potholes. At one point, The road was so narrow that Beverly had to get off the road so a large tractor trailer could get by. Three inches clearance!

We made it to the border with a sigh of relief. After another thorough check at the border , we were in Albania.

The next 60 miles from the border to Shkroder was some of the worst conditions and hardest riding I have ever seen. I will write a detailed road report for Horizons route section. It took us 4 hours to cover the distance from the national park to Shkroder.

After Shkroder we drove another 150 miles on roads I would normally describe as poor, to just north of Fier. Beverly is sometimes a tentative driver but today she hung tough. I suggested that her testosterone level increased during that ride as a complement. All I got was a lecture on how inappropriate testicles and size were as a measurement of courage and fortitude. Next time I will just keep my mouth shut.

We stopped at a roadside hotel close to dusk. We got a great clean room, had a good dinner with a killer Greek salad, and had drinks in a 24 hour bar. After tipping lavishly, the total bill was E35.
In Albania, the people were very friendly and wanted to help. The service was friendly and the priced were very good. "That is all I have to say about that" . (Forest Gump)

I (Beverly) have a bit more to say about this day from my perspective:
When we headed into the National Park and the road turned into a dirt and rock road with road machinery in places I could of sworn we were lost and we would have to turn around at some point and go back. Finally Mike stopped (it really wasn’t that far). There wasn’t much traffic at this moment. We asked a passer by and sure enough, this is the highway to Albania. Onward.

We caught up with two trucks going the same direction as we were traveling. We passed them on some switch backs going downhill – the road is unpaved and very bumpy. Needless to say, they were traveling quite slow. Then we met two trucks coming up the hill. There is barely room for a truck and a motorcycle, let alone two trucks. Mike got by the truck. I pulled off to the side on the widest part of the road but as the truck came around the corner it was clear that the back wheel (as tall as me on my bike) was going to clip my panier. I yelled but he had already seen it and stopped. Where to go? I was as far off the road as I could go while still keeping both feet on the ground. I could go out a bit further to get around IF I only left one foot on the ground. I did a little hopping maneuver and got by. I wondered all day what happened when that truck going up the hill met the trucks coming down the hill. I would have loved to get a picture account of that.

At the border into Albania, we met Peter and his friends traveling from Hungary. They were on 2 VFRS and 2-up on a another bike. I am sure the road to Skroder was a challenge for those bikes. Maybe they will chime in here with their own experience.

We came to a new section of the road – a divided freeway without the lines yet. A small caution sign with an arrow directed us to take the little gravel road off to the right. Now who would do that with a perfectly good freeway in front of you? Then we saw why. The bridge over the river was not there yet. The freeway just ended and the river below. Some locals saw us returning and waved us over to the bypass with gravel, dirt, potholes, sheep, etc.


I would have loved a photo journal of the rest of this day but I think it would have taken at least 3 days. We were on the road for 11 hours and most of it difficult riding in heavy traffic. We can’t share many images of our travels this day because we couldn’t stop – not even for lunch. We had a good breakfast to get us through the day.

If I did take pictures this is what you would have seen.
*A beautiful inlet surrounded by towering mountains in Montenegro.
*A new freeway road ending where they haven’t yet built the bridge over the river
*Cars billowing black smoke out the back.
*Flower stands along the side of the road.
*The water ahead that I had to go through, me, wondering how deep it was.
*A cow being slaughtered with another tied up waiting its turn.
*Cars passing, making 3(or 4) lanes out of 2.
*The two separate cars crashed off the road – one of them appeared to have just happened.
*Major highway turns with no road signs.
*Unfinished buildings
*Women dressed in their finest walking along the street.
*Police on the side of the road waving paddles for cars to stop.

We were glad to get through that part of Albania because of the roads but the people there were generous and accommodating. Everyone was quick to help with directions and to give a smile and a wave.

We made it almost to Fier by 6:30. Here is where we stayed the evening.

September 24

We had a good rest at the AMAC hotel. We had over 300 kilometers to get to the ferry to Corfu, a Greek island at the edge of the Adriatic Sea. If we made it, our reward was a day on Corfu where we hear has wonderful beaches. If we didn't make it, we could still get the ferry to Venice from the mainland.

The roads were poor with broken asphalt, washed out sections, and stretches under construction. Compared to yesterday, it was a piece of cake.

In Albania, the currency is the Lek. They will take Euros. We had a bunch of Croatian Kuna and 23.75 Euros. In Albania, You have to pay E10 to get into the country but you don't need to pay if you stay less than a day. We didn't pay going in but they could have asked of the E20 on the way out. We had to keep the E20 just in case. We needed to eat for the day on E3.75. Of course we could go to an ATM and get som Lek but that would ruin the story. We stopped at a Cafe, had coffee, croissants, bread and jam, but didn't have enough to buy bottled water. On seeing this the lady brought us two big glasses of water. Nice people. We had E.9. Funny what mind games we play.

Notice the oil derricks.




There were police check points everywhere on the highways, and they were stopping many people. In the end, we were kind of hoping to get stopped to find out what the deal was. They just watched us go by and smiled and waved. Were they thinking there go those two old fools on the bikes?

At more than one point, we saw cows being butchered by the side of the road, With other cows tied up not 10 feet away. Were the live cows in a panic or were they thinking they would be glad to get out of here no matter what way. I committed to myself to stay positive.
When we arrived in Greece, I was almost like coming home.

A short ride out of the mountains and the ferry to Corfu.




We found a hotel, the Mega Hotel, in a nice beach area for 35 Euros. We stopped at a few before that that were over 100 E. Here is the view from our room.

September 25
Our goal today – go to a nice beach. After some recommendations and research we decided on Myrtiotissa Beach. Our directions weren’t clear so we ended up at Kontogialos Beach which was crowded with the local weekend family crowd – not what we had pictured. We ate and decided to press on to find our beach. The web write up said people don’t go to this beach because of the poor road to the beach. It was like falling off a cliff. It was pretty steep. The beach was beautiful and the monastery was there. We swam in the warm buoyant water, took the hair-raising ride up to the main road and then the road to Corfu town to check out the process for finding the ferry. We tried out the pool at our hotel too.




After a nice meal, we packed and got ready for the morning. We had to get up at 4;30 to get a 6:30 ferry. Another good day.