False Start

Brett and I spent the evening discussing plans. How much stuff we should take, clothes for heat clothes for cold.

The weather for the last few weeks had been abysmal snow, rain, wind……. oh how unhappy was I, frozen cold, fire on every night, this most certainly was not what I had signed up for when I came to Greece.

As you can see I made good use of the cold weather by trying to make myself as comfy as possible.

Brett and I did a preliminary ride on Thursday. The sun shone, I called the route a gravel route but Brett, mid ride asked if it was a mountain bike route, 🤔. I suppose gravel has a variety of descriptions.

Up with the sparrows, porridge consumed we left the house at 7am for an 8am boat. Arriving at the Linaria perfect timing. Someone, I’m blaming Brett but if course it’s my fault, had not checked the timetable, the ferry was scheduled for 3.30pm. We cycled home dejected.

A day hanging around the house. The journey back to Linaria. We are finally enroute.

Arrived in Kymi at 5.20pm 1st and second off the boat. And just cycled. I had promised the guesthouse would be with them by 8pm. Our route went up through gorgeous countryside the epitome of everything you desire, olive trees, grapevines, arid mountainscapes we were in cycling heaven.

But the sun quickly went down behind the mountains, the temperature dropped to cold. We cycled on ever up, Brett strong, forging ahead me whimpering behind. But by this time it was now dark, our lights were strong but only flashed to be seen not to see by. We struggled on, it was tough and not being able to see was scary as hell especially descending the switchbacks.

Eventually arriving at the hotel at 9.30pm. No-one to welcome us just the key in the door. The room was small but 2 beds and 2 bikes fitted, just.