We drove pretty much all day along the coast and then through the hills south over the bridge into Patras. The roads are a bit variable; potholed one minute and newly built the next. But one thing each mile has in common is the constant collection of roadside litter – bottles, cans, plastic and paper, continuous and ugly. Which is a shame, because the country itself is so beautiful.We arrived at the only campsite we could find under the Patras Bridge in Rio, along with a large group of Dutch caravans … Chaos!, but they jammed us in behind the staff fag-break spot.
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