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Antiquities Day: Acrocorinth, Ancient Corinth, Mycenae…

After spending the night, we pack our things, get in the car, and head out. As the crow flies, it's not far: less than two hours. But driving straight isn't part of our plans: we didn't come to Greece to drive from point A to point B.

First, we'll stop at Acrocorinth. "Acro"“ means something like "elevation"“, so "Acrocorinth" refers to the elevation above Corinth. Just as "acropolis" refers to the elevation above the city. The ancient Greeks—both the Mycenaean culture and the later Hellenes—almost always built their cities near acropolis fortresses. The Minoan culture, however, did not construct fortifications on Crete: their palaces are believed to have served administrative and religious functions, but not military ones. They began building fortifications shortly before the collapse of their civilization, sometime in the 15th century BC.

Acrocorinth It stands on a fairly high mountain—it takes us about 15 minutes to get there by car. At the top is an impressive fortress. However, most of the fortifications are not Mycenaean, but rather Venetian and Turkish: the fortress controlled the important Isthmus of Corinth, so the walls and bastions were rebuilt more than once to meet the latest fortification requirements.

Now there are dusty rocks, dry grass, turtles and a small number of tourists: apparently, Greece has so many archaeological reserves that there are not enough for all the tourists.

At the top, we met two girls from Belarus. Or rather, they approached us when they heard Russian and asked for a ride down to the bus stop for our return trip. I admired their courage: they had come to Greece with an organized group, and on a free day, instead of lounging on the beach, they took a regular bus and went to see the fortress. Despite their limited English, and, it seemed to me, they had a lot of money. Incidentally, they had hiked up the mountain, which earned me genuine respect—it's a long and steep climb.

We still wanted to go towards their hotel to see the Corinth Canal, so we agreed to meet downstairs in the parking lot.

Having explored the fortress to our heart's content, we pick up the girls and head down. But first, we want to stop in ancient Corinth itself. Unlike modern Corinth, it's not located on the seashore, but about 10 kilometers away, beneath the fortress-like mountain. Apparently, in those days, the defense of the fortress was more important than the nearby beach.

Corinth Canal, Incidentally, it can be considered the oldest long-term construction project in the world. The first mention of an attempt to build it dates back to the 7th century BC, and later Julius Caesar, Caligula, Nero, the Byzantine Empire, and Venice all attempted to dig it. All the rulers of the Peloponnese, except the Turks, made their mark.

The canal was dug in 1893, under the Greek government. It's now of no commercial importance—it's too narrow.

After taking in the canal, we head back to Mycenae. Along the way, we listen to Oldie's audiobook from their Achaean series, "The Grandson of Perseus." A strange sense of presence arises: the book's setting is the very places we're currently driving through: Mycenae, Tiryns, Argos, Nafplion...

We arrived in Mycenae quickly—everything was close by. The great, "gold-rich" Mycenae, the most important city of the ancient civilization that gave it its name, was in fact a relatively small acropolis fortress on a hilltop. A city once surrounded the hill, but little remains of it. However, the fortress walls are lined with the so-called "“cyclopean masonry”": The Greeks of the classical period, who settled the Peloponnese several hundred years after the collapse of the Mycenaean civilization, did not possess the technology for laying such large blocks and decided that these walls were built by the Cyclopes giants.

As we walked around the fortress, I became increasingly melancholy. The thing is, in preparation for the trip, I read articles about ancient Greece and listened to lectures while jogging, so I knew about“Bronze Age catastrophe”In the 12th century BC, events occurred that led to the destruction of the Mycenaean civilization. While some Greek cities (Nafplion, Athens) managed to survive, Mycenae was completely destroyed and abandoned. 

But it's one thing to know, and quite another to see the remains of buildings and explanatory plaques: "Erected in the 13th century BC. Destroyed by fire in the 12th century BC." And so it is on almost every building, only the first date may vary. This wasn't a bolt from the blue: just before the collapse, Mycenae was in a period of heightened activity building defensive fortifications. For example, they carved an 18-meter passage into the rock to reach an underground stream, built a cistern to collect water, and expanded the fortress walls to protect the stream. All of this was built in the early 12th century BC and destroyed a few decades later. 

We walked around Mycenae for a couple of hours, visited a very rich archaeological museum, and went to our place of stay for the next few days - the city of Nafplio.

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A Grand Trip to Greece

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Preface

Greece smells of sun-warmed pine. Of course, there are many other scents there too: juniper, oregano, jasmine... Athens often smells of exhaust fumes—narrow streets, lots of not-so-new cars. In Nafplio, in places, there's a smell of sewage—a common problem in many truly old cities. One street in the mountain village of Mikro Papingo smelled intoxicatingly of ripe grapes—they entwined the beams overhead, creating a cozy canopy. For some reason, it smelled specifically there, although grapes were plentiful elsewhere. But now, sitting on the plane taking me from Athens to Copenhagen, I remember Greece exactly like this: blue skies, dry, rocky soil where pine and olive trees grow freely, and the joyful scent of pine pervades everything.

The Long Road to Crete

I started planning a trip to Greece five years ago. Our 25th wedding anniversary was approaching, and I wanted to celebrate it with a memorable trip. Especially since we hadn't traveled anywhere since our wedding: what kind of money did a graduate student have in 1993, even though I was working two jobs? I knew Natasha's childhood dream was to go to Crete, so I started looking into options for a trip to the island.

That time, going to Crete didn't work out: I couldn't find a suitable flight from Detroit. All flights required at least two stops and took an absurdly long time, over 20 hours. So we flew to Lisbon and took a wonderful road trip through Portugal and Spain. We also started a tradition of annual fall travel: we luckily got married in October, when most of Europe enjoys beautiful weather and there are fewer tourists. We missed the COVID-19 year of 2020, but every other year we've traveled to a new region.

This year, our 30th wedding anniversary was approaching, and I started thinking about Crete again. A flight search revealed that there still wasn't a convenient flight to Crete from Detroit, but now that I had more experience, I remembered our trip two years ago: we flew into Vienna and then took an overnight train to Venice. I really liked the idea: you board the train in the evening and get off in Venice the next morning, refreshed and well-rested. A double compartment (I didn't consider cheap seats—we're not students anymore, after all) from Vienna to Venice and back from Rome to Vienna was significantly more expensive than airfare, but considering we were saving two nights at a hotel, the cost was comparable. And most importantly, it saved time: any flight, even a short one, is at least half a day wasted… So I started looking for an overnight ferry from Athens to Crete. And it turned out there was!

So, the idea for the trip was solidified. All that was left was to put it together with plane tickets, an itinerary, and booked accommodations... I've gotten pretty good at this sort of thing, and every year there are fewer hitches. First, I had to decide on the length of the trip: I was only given two weeks' vacation, but I work remotely, and for that kind of work, all I need is a laptop and internet connection. So I planned four weeks: two weeks of vacation and two weeks of remote work. I've done this before and have learned to combine work and leisure. A week and a half before the trip, I learned that I couldn't work remotely anymore: I'd been laid off. Business activity had slowed, and I couldn't be assigned to a project. I thought I was safe since I was working on a fairly important internal project, but as it turned out, I was wrong. I shrugged and decided that this way I'd be able to see more of Greece. Although I still had to work a bit, because I also have a small business, and clients don't care whether I'm on vacation or not. Moreover, shortly before the layoffs, I very fortunately found a program that searched for jobs and sent out resumes using artificial intelligence queries. So, I quickly figured it out and customized it, and while we were walking through various historical sites, the program worked tirelessly. As a result, I completed one interview while on the trip, then another – a much longer one – and, a few days after returning, received a job offer. 

I've divided my four weeks like this: two weeks of travel around mainland Greece. Then we'll return the car and spend the rest of the day wandering around Athens (or rather, the Pireos port area). In the evening, we'll board a ferry and spend a week in Crete. On the way back, we'll spend another day in Athens and three days in Copenhagen. While searching for flights, I discovered that separate Detroit-Copenhagen and Copenhagen-Athens tickets are much cheaper than the Detroit-Athens route, and the flight is easier because you can rest after the long flight across the ocean. Copenhagen will be an added bonus: we've already transited through there, but only spent half a day there.

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New Corinth

So, we've landed in Athens! Behind us lies a ten-hour flight across the ocean, a half-day stroll around Copenhagen, a night in a hotel, and then the short three-hour flight to Athens. Now we need to pick up the car we reserved in advance.

I found a cheap car rental company with a decent rating, and a representative was supposed to be waiting for us at the airport. He wasn't there, so I called. They promised he'd be there in 10 minutes, and sure enough, about that time later, a guy in a red shirt appeared at the door with the company's name on a small poster. Another 15 minutes later, we were getting into a white Nissan with a manual transmission. I'd long ago learned that in Southern Europe, you have to get a manual transmission, because an automatic is considered a luxury and costs twice as much. Furthermore, in inexpensive European compact cars, the weak engine with an automatic transmission won't pull the car well uphill: I'd already experienced this in Israel, where manual transmissions are virtually unheard of.

Our first night was in the city of Corinth, just about an hour's drive from the airport. It immediately became clear that toll roads in Greece are excellent, but quite expensive: a short trip cost about 15 euros.

We arrived before our scheduled move-in time, so we parked the car near the beach and went to lunch. While parking, a funny incident occurred that would shame my gray hair: at an intersection, I had to back up a bit to fit through a narrow passage, and I discovered to my horror that I didn't know how to engage reverse gear in my car. The thing is, it had an unfamiliar 6-speed manual transmission, and it engaged reverse gear completely differently than the 5-speeds I was accustomed to. No matter how hard I tried, I kept engaging first gear instead of reverse. This all happened at the intersection of two small streets, and on one of them, there were already several cars parked, and I was blocking their passage. I had to turn on my hazard lights, and they carefully drove around me. No one honked their horns even once, even though I blocked them for two minutes. Luckily, one of the cars parked on the curb moved away, and I was able to park without reversing. But I still needed to figure out how to reverse, so I asked the first person walking his dog nearby. My Greek was only good enough for the obligatory polite phrases: "good morning," "thank you," "please," and so on, as well as "do you speak English?" Luckily, almost everyone in Greece speaks English, and my passerby was no exception. He showed me that when you reverse, you need to pull the little knob on the gearshift lever with your fingers, after which everything becomes easy and simple. So I parked the car properly, and we went to lunch.

I need to write a separate post about food, but for now, I can say that Greece is a paradise for meat and cheese lovers. I'm even seriously considering moving there 🙂

After lunch, we checked into our apartment and drove to ancient Nemea. Nemea is the very place where Hercules captured his Nemean Lion. Besides the lion, this place was famous Nemean gamesOnce held every four years and rivaling the Olympic Games in popularity, enthusiasts are now trying to revive them, holding them a month after the Olympics. All that remains of Nemea is an archaeological site with a well-restored stadium and the Temple of Zeus nearby. There was also a drinking tap with delicious cold water. Generally, water in Greece has a special place—probably due to the hot and relatively dry climate. In almost every place we photographed, a bottle of cold water was waiting for us in the refrigerator. Most archaeological sites will have drinking water taps, and all the mountain villages we visited will have streams carefully channeled into stone drains.

Ancient Nemea. The Temple of Zeus is in the background.

Besides ancient Nemea, we also planned to visit a few wineries: it's a very famous wine region in Greece. But then we made a mistake—probably due to jet lag. We saw a building we mistook for a winery. There were tables with a few people sitting at them. I went inside and asked the hostess for some wine. She didn't speak English, and my Greek was only good enough to say that we only wanted wine, not food. She poured us a small carafe of some kind of wine, and then I realized this wasn't a winery: there they would have poured me a few glasses for tasting. So we sipped a little (it was sour and we didn't like it), I asked how much we owed, paid three euros, and we headed back: it was too late to look for other wineries.

In the evening we took a stroll along the sea: at first there was a pleasant embankment, but then it ended abruptly, we walked a bit by inertia along the port, and then turned back.

Вечерний Коринф

Evening Corinth

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