The next morning, a Saturday (5 November), was an early rise again because we still had an hour drive ahead of us and we wanted to be at the gate of the first airbase we were about to visit, Larissa, when it opened at nine. However the weather didn’t seem to cooperate very much at first, dry but gloomy without any hint of a sun, and it was decided to first “do” some wrecks & relics aircraft in the vicinity of Larissa. Once at the gate it was a ten minute wait before the local base security was satisfied enough with our intensions and we got an escort to the platform where a small static show had been set up. As expected there were only a handful of aircraft there, but that is how these open days are set up: just very small and low profile. On the plus side: there is almost nobody, except for yourself and an approximately equal amount of military personnel, and maybe just a couple of local civilians interested in military hardware. It’s quality, not quantity. Unfortunately the weather still wasn’t very good with no immediate prospect for improvement. To compensate for this we asked for permission to photograph the disused aircraft in the memorial park as well, which was granted. Traditionally, the couple of aircraft at the gate could not be photographed.
Once back in the cars and heading south again the grey clouds started to disappear and the prospect of a sunny Nea Anghialos made everyone an happy person. A quick drive past the army base Stefanovikion did not produce any photos despite politely asking at the gate. This was totally to be expected. Better luck at the F-16 base Nea Anghialos were the mood was very relaxed. After we had finished at the small static show we were free to photograph the two groups of preserved aircraft lining the road back to the gate. After Nea (yet another) preserved F-5, this time in the town of Lamia, was supposed to be the last feat of the day, but with daylight still present and two cars full of eager spotters it was decided to go and find a F-104 “somewhere in the hills not too far from here”. The hill turned out to be a proper mountain with a small road twisting and turning all the way up. And indeed: there was a good looking F-104 there, with everybody wondering how the Greeks managed to get it up there in the first place! The mountain road had been a real test for everyone’s bladder, and that’s why the mountain top was quickly rechristened “Urinal Hill”… We managed to get off the mountain before darkness truly had set in, and without more hesitation drove to our next hotel. Once there we good an amusing taste of the origin of the word “chaos” (you’ve guessed it: it’s Greek) when the landlady, who didn’t speak a word of English I should add, decided she had her own system of handing out the room keys.