Greece, Just Across the Line

Right after the border, Greece opens its arms — quiet beaches, open shores, and that deep blue you instantly remember.

It takes just one turn past the border and Greece begins to breathe around me. No fences, no forbidding signs, no concrete barricades. Just a road tracing the waterline, and every few kilometres another quiet cove waiting for no one in particular.

The sea here shimmers differently — not because it’s clearer or cleaner, but because you’re allowed to get close. Really close. As close as wheels can take you, and waves will let you. I parked for hours. Then I parked for the night. Nothing between me and the horizon but the salt in the air and the hum of a warm engine cooling down.

This stretch of northern Greece may not make the postcards, but it etched itself into me more than any guidebook view ever did. Freedom smells like seaweed and wildflowers, and tastes like coffee sipped with your feet in the tide.

 

Out There > Motorhome Trip Spring 2025 Western Balkans and Greece > Northern Greece