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Sparta

After Nafplio, our road led to Ancient Olympia. But first, we stopped in Sparta—it was almost on the way. 

Ancient Sparta is located within the modern Greek city Sparta. There's nothing touristy about this city—it's just an ordinary place you'll drive past and forget about within an hour. When the GPS told me we'd arrived, I was very surprised—I expected to see a large parking lot full of cars and tour buses, but instead there was a dusty, empty lot with three cars and no signs. We didn't even bother parking there, but pulled the car over to the side of the road, fortunately there was space. The only thing that hinted at the presence of that same great Sparta nearby was the stadium with a bronze statue (as it later turned out, of King Leonidas).

A dusty path leads past the stadium, and we arrive at the entrance to the archaeological reserve—this is where ancient Sparta stood, at one point the most powerful city-state in ancient Greece.

Little remains of its former glory now: the place is clearly neglected. There's a ticket booth in front of the gates, but it's been empty for a long time; admission is free.

Inside, too, little remains—no columned temples typical of other sites, no intact buildings at all. Only the remains of walls, pine trees, and olive groves. In place of the central square (agora), there is now an olive grove. 

It's interesting that the two main powers of ancient Greece, Sparta and Athens, proposed completely different paths of development. Sparta represented extreme militarization, with men confined to barracks from the age of 7 to 30, and military service ending at 60. Women and slaves were responsible for economic activity (Sparta enjoyed a level of women's freedom unprecedented in Greece—another side of militarization). Education was strictly military. Travel was restricted to state needs. In short, North Korea, by comparison, would be a fairly liberal state. But Athens represented philosophers, art, and science. It was about voting on important issues and ostracism, about Zeno's paradoxes (which, by the way, I never understood). paradox of Achilles and the tortoise, there's no paradox there 😀). And it's very nice to realize that we did, after all, inherit the Athenian model, and not the Spartan one.

But even in Sparta (modern-day Sparta), things aren't so bad—there's a school next to the archaeological site, and kids are playing football. Life goes on, which means there's hope it will get better.

Finally, we drank coffee at a nearby cafe (after all, Sparta is not a tourist city - a cup of cappuccino cost less than two euros) and drove on - the Pantanassa Monastery awaited us.

Pantanassa Monastery

When I was planning today's route, almost on the way, I saw another landmark - Pantanassa Monastery. We liked the photos, so we decided to stop by. I thought we'd spend about an hour there—really, how long does it take to see a monastery?

But everything turned out differently. Because it's not just a monastery—it's a military, administrative, and religious center, built by Byzantium in the 15th century. We spent almost three hours there (and we could have spent more, but we had to go). The monastery and administrative buildings are located on a mountainside, and above it, almost at the summit, stands a 13th-century fortress. All of this together is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.“Misra Archaeological Site”" And there is something to see there!

For example, a fortress:

And the monastery:

And, of course, cats 🙂

After visiting the archaeological site, we got into the car and finally reached our destination. hotels. This isn't Olympia yet—we're heading there tomorrow, but for now we're spending the night in the coastal town of Zacharo. 

It's about five minutes from our hotel to the beach, and after checking in, we go for a swim. Then we admire the sunset and go to dinner at a pleasant and completely empty restaurant (except for the ubiquitous cats). It's empty, most likely because it's expensive—dinner for two with a carafe of wine costs a whopping 27 euros.

Ancient Olympia

The next morning, after breakfast on the terrace, we left the cozy hotel and drove to ancient Olympia—the very site that gave birth to the Olympic Games. The distance seemed short, but it took us about an hour and a half to get there along narrow country roads. But the archaeological site itself was just as expected—with a large parking lot, well-filled despite the early morning hour. 

Something unexpected happened when we were buying tickets—they didn't charge us. It turned out that today and tomorrow were museum days, so admission was free. Of course, we didn't object. 🙂

Olympia itself was just as we imagined it: impressive remains of temples, baths, and, of course, the stadium.

The site houses a rich museum displaying artifacts collected here. Admittedly, the abundance of must-see antiquities begins to feel a bit overwhelming after a certain point. It's a good thing that archaeology will soon give way to natural wonders in our program.

Castles, bridge, beach and harbor.

We're leaving ancient Olympia. We'll be driving for about four hours, but there are plenty of places worth visiting along the way. The first of these is the medieval castle of Clermont. It's right along the way, so I decided to stop there.

But we were in for a bummer: the castle is open until 3:00 PM, and we arrived at 3:20 AM. This isn't the first time we've encountered this: many tourist spots in Greece close very early. As a consolation, we admired the beautiful view of the Gulf of Patra.

We continue on. A short stop in front of a modern wonder – a bridge. Rion - Andirion. It was built just 20 years ago, and before that, the only route connecting the Peloponnese peninsula to the mainland was the Isthmus of Corinth, which we crossed. We wanted to visit the Venetian fortress of Rio, built to control the strait. But, as expected, the fortress was also closed. So we admired the bridge and headed across.

Shortly after the bridge we make a short stop in the ancient city Nafpaktos. The city has a rich history, dating back to before the Peloponnesian Wars between Athens and Sparta. I even regretted not staying here at least for a night, or better yet, a week. 🙂 As always, there's not enough time to see everything we want to see. We swim in the sea—there's a beautiful beach there with a view of the medieval fortress.

Then we have lunch (or dinner—it's 5 pm), admiring the picturesque Venetian harbor, and continue on to Delphi along a steep serpentine road. I hoped to make it before dark, but it didn't work out.

Along the way, we make a couple of short stops to admire the sea from above – the lighting is really beautiful.

Tired, we arrive at our housing — It's located in a converted farmhouse in a mountain village near Delphi. It's a very picturesque place; it would be great to visit in winter for some skiing (if you can manage the serpentine roads). 

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While preparing for the trip, I realized many times that I didn’t know Greece at all. For example, the city Nafplio, a very ancient city (older than Mycenae), the first capital of independent Greece. I only learned about it while planning my itinerary: the city is interesting in its own right, and it's also very conveniently located, so we stayed there for three nights.

On our very first evening, we went to the beach (about fifteen minutes from our apartment), then strolled along a beautiful path along the sea. For some reason, the promenade was blocked on both sides by gates, which everyone bypassed (there was even a well-trodden path there). 

The next morning we climb up Palamidi fortress. According to various sources, the staircase to the top has 913, 921, or 999 steps, and all the guidebooks advised either climbing early in the morning, before it gets too hot, or driving there (there's a road leading up from the other side). In reality, the climb isn't difficult at all (especially compared to Grand Canyon or a mountain Mauna Kea), but the views from the stairs are interesting.

For example, this ugly building in the photo. In the middle of the last century, when post-war Greece was trying to attract tourists, someone came up with the idea of building a concrete box on top of the ancient fortress. Acronauplia — that's cool and progressive. I wonder how they even got permission to do this—I think a hefty bribe was involved. Tellingly, the hotel was popular for quite a while (and of course, in such a great location!), but in the early 2000s, something went wrong. Here are some links with details:

• r/AbandonedPorn (in English)
• How Greek hotels are dying.

Well, we continued on up. It was good to arrive early: there were only a few of us in the entire fortress, and no one was interfering with our detailed inspection.

On the way back, we discovered that the street in front of the fortress stairs had become a farmers' market. After buying a liter of local wine for two euros and some fresh fish, I started thinking about moving to Greece again.

The island-fortress of Bourtzi

Burdzion Island (Bourtzi) is impossible to miss—it's visible from practically everywhere in Nafplio. It resembles a stone ship—that's because the island is almost entirely occupied by a fortress of the same name, built by the Venetians in the 15th century to defend themselves from the Turks. It didn't help them, however.

In 1950, a luxury hotel opened on the island (though the luxury was all about exclusivity—the rooms themselves are quite austere), and now it's a tourist attraction. There's a boat service to the island, and a ticket costs about 5 euros, plus another 5 euros for entrance to the fortress. We happily spent a couple of hours there. 

Evening Nafplio.

After dinner, we go for a walk to see the city at night. It looks nice—narrow streets, through which we wander aimlessly.

At some point we come out to strange object, reminiscent of the entrance to an underground bomb shelter. The entrance is unguarded, and we step inside. We see several elevators, one of which even has working buttons. There are only two—up and down. Since we're at the bottom, we press the top one, and a couple of minutes later, we find ourselves on a mountain above the city. Around us is an expensive hotel (rooms start at $400) with a beautiful view of the city (called "Nafplia Palace"). We pass through and descend along the dark road back into the city, stopping to take night photos.

Sanctuary of Aesculapius

I get up early this morning and, for my morning jog, climb the 900-odd steps to the Palamidi Fortress again. The fortress is still closed, but I don't need to go there—I want to take pre-dawn photos from above. It turns out I'm not alone—several other people are watching the sunrise with me. And it was worth it!

We have breakfast and get into the car: today our road leads to the ancient city of Epidaurus.

Once upon a time, when I was in fifth grade, we were studying ancient Greece in history class. And our teacher, Alla Fedorovna Stroy (it's been so many years, but I still remember it), was telling us about ancient Greek theaters—their acoustics were so good that, even sitting in the top row, you could hear the actors on stage without any amplification. 

And now, many years later, I am standing in one of these theaters - this is theater in Epidaurus, next to Asclepion — a temple complex dedicated to Asclepius. 

And yes, the acoustics are really good.

It's about an hour's drive from Nafplio. In addition to the theater and the Temple of Asclepius, the complex includes a hotel, several baths, and a stadium. In short, it offers everything needed for a healthy lifestyle.

And again, olive trees and pine trees are all around. Apparently, they grow better than other trees in the local rocky soil.

After the temple, we continue on to the seashore. Our destination is a small beach from which you can swim to“sunken city”"In fact, it's not a city, but the remains of several houses near the shore, at a depth of about one and a half meters. They were discovered by chance in the 1970s during aerial photographs. They are believed to be the ruins of a 2nd-century Roman villa.

There aren't many people there, and we happily spend a few hours there, swimming and lounging on the sand. We have lunch at a small restaurant (with cats everywhere) and then continue on to the settlement. Methane.

Along the way, we stop at a pass and admire the beautiful views. For some reason, I thought the Peloponnese was flat, and the mountains awaited us in northern Greece. But it turns out there are mountains everywhere.

We're not interested in the settlement itself, but in the nearby hot springs. Where else can you sit in a spring and immediately plunge into the sea? And for free, and with almost no one around.

A couple of hours on the beaches of Methana, and then it's time to go home. It's been a busy day.

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29 сентября 

Когда-то, давным давно, это был богатый город, расположенный на склоне гор. По мне, так более неудобного места и придумать было нельзя. Но у древних греков  свои резоны. Горы надёжно защищали город от врагов. Были источники воды и более или менее ровные уступы, чтобы построить дома, храмы и даже театр со стадионом. А главное был оракул, который просуществовал около тысячи лет. Он и являлся основным источником доходов города. Пифии  впадали в экстаз под действием то-ли  листьев лавра, то-ли выхода галлюциногенных газов в маленькой камере при храме Аполлона, и несли нечто бессвязное. Далее — дело жрецов. Из отдельных слов они должны были составить правильное толкование. Порой оно зависело от количества и ценности даров, принесенных оракулу. Древние люди, и не только греки, не могли принять важное решение не посоветовавшись с оракулом, поэтому подношения текли рекой, город богател, процветал и даже возомнил себя пупом земли. Ему, пупу, кстати, есть  отдельный памятник. 

Итак, мы приехали в Дельфы. Здесь нас ждала приятная неожиданность: было воскресенье — всемирный день  музеев, вход бесплатный. Но сначала мы решили идти по тропе к пещере Зевса и Диониса. С территории археологического заповедника проход был закрыт, пришлось обходить через городские окраины. А тропа вела нас по южному склону горы Парнас. Кроме маленьких, колючих дубков, никакой растительности там не было, поэтому солнце жарило нас немилосердно.  У Дениса в который раз (такое уже было когда-то) начался  мандраж:  “А хватит ли нам воды?!”. Но вскоре мы дошли до ручья, обозначенного на карте, напились и пополнили запасы.

 Надо сказать, что Южная Греция — довольно засушливое место. Может в древности здесь и били ключи, но сейчас очень много безжизненных скалистых территорий на склонах гор, покрытых все теми же дубками и терновником, да ещё, пожалуй,  оливковыми рощами. Похоже, оливам много не надо. Они умудряются расти на самых скудных почвах. 

Дальше идти стало легче, не так круто в гору и больше тени. Прошли ферму с коровами и  заброшенную деревеньку. Здесь, возможно, ушла вода.  Мы предположили это, потому что в трёх, обозначенных на карте источниках, воды не оказалось. А потом пошел тенистый сосновый лес вдоль грунтовой дороги. Вот где приятно было идти! И только под конец опять начался крутой, и , к счастью, недолгий подъем. Вот и пещера. Здесь нас должны были бы встретить музы, нимфы и всяческие вакханки, но за давностью лет они, наверное, перевелись. Зато в пещере лежали приношения в виде винограда и бус. На полу была выложена  спираль из камней. В полумраке виднелись проходы. Но мы решили не идти далеко вглубь. Там не было освещения  и, к тому же, нужно было успеть в археологический заповедник и музей. 

Заповедник мы, отчасти, успели осмотреть, когда искали начало тропы. Нужно было поторапливаться — день клонился к вечеру. Обратно, несмотря на усталость, идти было легче. Крутые подъемы обратились крутыми спусками. 

Под вечер наплыв туристов в археологическом заповеднике схлынул, стало прохладнее и мы с бОльшим удовольствием провели время, бродя вверх и вниз по древнему городу. В вечернем свете на фоне гор руины выглядели просто восхитительно! Самые лучшие фотографии, несомненно, получаются на рассвете или на закате.

Затем  представилась возможность неспешно изучать экспонаты музея: хорошо сохранившуюся скульптуру, керамику, фрагменты барельефов и мозаик, предметы быта и культа. Наполненные духом античности по самое немогу, мы покидали музей одними из последних. Было решено не задерживаться в Дельфах, пока не стало совсем темно, нужно только прикупить продукты для ужина. На пути к нашему жилью еще одна горная деревня,  там мы и хотели остановиться, но никак не могли найти парковку. Около ресторанов тоже все занято. Так как  день был воскресный, люди, местные и приезжие, заполонили все пространство и решили отдохнуть как следует. Если вы не были в горных  греческих деревнях, то не знаете, как трудно найти выезд из узеньких каменных лабиринтов домов, построенных на крутых склонах. При неправильном телодвижении ты рискуешь заглохнуть, поцарапать рентованную машину или сверзиться вниз. Когда Денис выворачивал из узкого проулка, мне пришлось выйти из машины и корректировать направление:

• Чуть-чуть назад — стоп! Выворачивай колеса вправо. Теперь вперёд. Стоп! Тут угол. Сдай назад.Стоп! Ещё выверни! Качнись вперед. Стоп! Сейчас посмотрю, что там сбоку. Ага, проходим, поворачивай потихоньку.

Наконец, мы выехали из этого ада, решив пообедать где-нибудь в окрестностях нашего пансиона, но не учли того, что день был воскресный. Немногочисленные пункты общественного питания закрывались раньше, чем обычно. В трёх местах нас развернули на пороге, а больше идти было некуда. Уставшие, злые и голодные вернулись мы в наш деревенский домик. И тут вдруг вспомнили про еду из фриздраера ( напоминаю — это такой сушильно-морозильный агрегат) “ Ура! “ — воскликнули мы и быстренько сварганили себе ужин. 

Этот день оказался насыщенным событиями и впечатлениями, поэтому не мудрено, что после ужина почти сразу захотелось спать. Спать-спать! Завтра нам снова в путь, надо хорошенько выспаться.

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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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Table of contents

• New Corinth
• Antiquities Day: Acrocorinth, Ancient Corinth, Mycenae…
• Three days in Nafplio
• To Delphi via Olympia.
• Delphi
• Monasteries and rocks of Meteora
• Metsovo-Ioanniya
• Mikro Papingo. Vikos Gorge.
• Mount Olympus and its surroundings
• Portaria
• The island of my dreams
• Matala - Faistos
• Rethymno
• Arrival in Chania
• Elafonissi Beach - Topolia
• Two days in Chania
• Athens

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.

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.

Evening Corinth

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