We eat everything that's still left and go looking for transport.
There's some kind of parade. Something in connection with WWII. Most streets are closed. No taxi. We find a bus and reach the ferry on time. The driver is on the phone the whole way, talking about going to see a lawyer.
Lot of people on the move in Kavala as well. Some soldiers march behind the ferry ticket booth.
This time we get a slow bus that stops each time someone yells "stop!". Luckily we bought some pie from the bus station. The sea glimmers at a distance.
In Thessaloniki we live on a small street, very difficult for the taxi to access. A real Greek house, not quite finished yet. In the room we find a bottle of rosé wine and a view into the neighboring balcony. Food can be obtained when following flashing lights on the streets.
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