Asima in the morning.
The town we stopped in on the way to the final bush camp. What is not to love about a town that has bouzouki shops and baklava shops right by each other.
Some rocks.
Final checking the dirt for final bushcamp and I missed every instance of pointing at the dirt, though in this case it may have been pointing at the prickles. I have never seen so many. And I accidentally squatted on a nasty one when I was trying to help put up a tent.
The view from camp.
3 comments:
are these ones actually bouzoukis?
I'd have to ask Morag, but yes, I think so.
Hmm, hard to tell from the photo. Also, I'm much more familiar with the Irish variant of said instrument.
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