Our sense of humour took a battering.

Breakfast and out, we were in good spirits, legs not so tired/as we thought. We agreed on a 10am start. And that was about right.

The route was originally designed as a gravel route and it started on the road to get part Chalkida, a little convoluted, but some interesting sites. Then as we went the road started to rise up. Unfortunately as delays someone had decided to ruin our georgeous vistas.

The route turned on us with a vengeance. Off road, gravel 🤔 its all in a personal definition. This vicious track massive stones bouncing our bikes left and right, throwing us off balance and a gradient way beyond what a road would give us. Our gears lowest 30 chainring 34 cassette way too high for this torture. Tempers frayed, thighs screamed and walking was an option. There could easily have been tears.

Could we keep this up for 7 days, the collective agreement was, no fucking way. Do we found a taverna and adjusted the route to more road while consuming the largest lunch 2 people could eat

Then we set off to finish the mountain.

Then, just down hill to the coast and find our hotel.

Happy days, showered and ready for a night on the town….. and a shorter day tomorrow. 😲