We were picked up near Thessaloniki by a french hippie family. Laurence behind the steering-wheel and 9-year-old Axel, soon about to become 10, on the front seat.
We were welcomed ın their home.
And .... we all had the same direction - India.
The question of where to spend our next night was also easily solved.
As driving around with the van, looking for a nice place for night stop, we eventually ended up on the Marmara Sea coast (still high altitude enough, to prevent the floods of western Turkey from troubling us). Accidentally our way crossed wıth a french techno-people caravans.
So it was a traditional turkish french evening. French people usually have troubles with foreign languages, but even if the communication was not excellent, food was delicious.
Sleeping ın van was peaceful, unlike thousands of evacuated people from region. Army in the streets and rescue helicopters ın the air were saving people from their flooded houses.
We continued with Laurence and Axel the next day too, until we crossed İstanbul area.
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