Time to start heading north again, we were back on the train the next day to Thessaloniki, for a connection to Istanbul. It was actually quite a nice town, although this may not be portrayed in the one photo we took there.
Unfortunately, all international trains from Greece were cancelled indefinitely, for reasons unknown. After an afternoon spent chasing our tails (which probably would have been easier without packs on) and a brief respite to watch Liverpool beat ManU, we tracked down the appropriately named Crazy Holidays bus company, who appear to have a monopoly on transport out of Greece and are trying to keep it a secret. Luckily, they let us in on it and after a 3am border crossing, for which, of course, we had to get off the bus, we eventually made it to Istanbul, seeing another sunrise from the transport vessel (although we would have preferred to be asleep).
Just another short local bus ride and tram ride (tickets courtesy of some lovely Pakistani travellers heading in the same direction), a 15 minute walk in the rain with lots of stopping to ask for directions and we were at our hotel. Phew!
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