A somewhat torturous start to the day as all shops and garages appear to be shut for Easter Sunday so im a little hungry/thirsty. The situation is made worse by the constant and beautiful smell of BBQ pork (I found out subsequently it was lamb). Every house I pass has music playing while the whole family sit together roasting one, two and sometimes three pigs (they were lambs by all accounts) on a spit. Fortunately this kind family have just allowed me to sit on their porch while they fill my water bottles and offer me boiled eggs and biscuits. I love biscuits. Happy Easter Greece.