After months of planning, a mountain of correspondence and many a late night hunched over my (now rather dogeared) copy of 'Dare to be Free', we are finally in Thessaloniki!
Yesterday was all about assembling the team, and was not without drama. By 1400hrs Alun Davies was overdue - we had a call from him when he finally landed. The nosewheel of his BA aeroplane has malfunctioned, and they had circled the airport for a good hour until the pilot plucked up courage to have a crack at a landing. Thankfully it was locked!
Tyson was the last to arrive. We had all driven up to the airport in our fetching sky-blue minibus to pick him up. He looked remarkably awake, given the timezones he had crossed. On the way back to the hotel, we looked at the farms near to Mikra - hopefully one of them would know of Maria, but that was for the next day.
Our first evening in Thessaloniki was a quiet affair - we ate our fill of Lamb souvlaki, and by the second glass of Mythos it was clear that old father time had finally caught up with our newest recruit. I swear Tyson fell asleep mid-air before his head hit the pillow.
Tomorrow we start our expedition proper - from the infamous Pavlo Melas camp.
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