After two weeks in Xanthi, and so long off the bike, only a day of cycling took place between the last couch surfing experience and the next. The road east to Komotini had been one of the easiest stretches on my trip; seventy kilometres of flat roads, with mountains to my left, dry plains to my right and the wind at my back. After two weeks indoors winter had caught me again. Their was sun, but the wind was cold and only a small window now remained, in the middle of the day, where the light was warm enough for T-shirt and shorts. A classic Grecian landscape, dry, wild and golden for the last time that year.