Today we are headed for the old city of Troy and since the days route seemed to be relatively short we chose to follow the coastal road as much as possible. As a result we spent most of the day traveling along winding roads that pretended to be wide enough for two vehicles but in many places would not have fitted two of us side by side. We passed through small country villages with narrow streets, lots of tractors, herds of goats and olive trees and olive trees.


Aproaching the town of Troy we saw a large, clear blue sign announcing "Homeric camping/caravan" so we turned into the towns main street as indicated by the sign but alas the camp could not be found. At the other end of the main street we found another sign for the same place pointing back the way we had just come. Very strange. Nina asked one of the locals having tea at a small cafe and he enthusiatically jumped into his car signalling us to follow. Back at that second sign he pointed at the sign but indicate that other than the sign he had no idea where the caravan/camp was. But he did take us to the ticket booth at the entrance to the Troy archealogical park. They pointed us 300m back down the main road (not the towns main street) to a different but entirely suitable caravan camp.