Way up north ...

(North to Pantokarator)

I pop in for a bouteille or 3 of grog to take to my hosts.

Emerge and tiens! Storm clouds brewing right where I'm heading.

It was ok. Clouds blew away even as I gunned the jalopy up the Paleo highway.

Few other cars and it was a dream drive, Callas rattling the windows and the new tyres taking every corner as if we were on rails.