Back in Curvistan!

Yesterday, the ignoble Gaijin was complaining whether he should ride along the coast...

Of course not!

Today, it wasn't many kilometers (emphasis on NOT MANY), but it took longer than the impatient one would have liked.

The unnecessary traveler simply can't avoid these dreamy mountain roads, had to once again wrestle with these cuddly, rugged curves like a young, playful bear and chase Berta from one hairpin turn to the next.

The Bertas' shoes are starting to show that this exceptionally elegant, satisfying, and quirky way of movement leaves its marks on the used rubber, and what used to be more like a square is now being shaped into a triangle.

This is a most delightful development for the two Vulcans on the noble steed, and soon they will be able to burn rubber on Semperits' rubber panel and not be ashamed of their last burnout with Metzeler!

The ignoble Gaijin will erect an obsidian Bridgestone in their honor when he finally releases them into the eternal realm of Michelin...

The grumpy complainer already regrets being in Greece too early, because the archaeological stuff here, that would already interest him greatly (!), but this damn heat here is simply unbearable, and climbing somewhere under this scorching inferno, that's just not acceptable for the sweating, sodden BOSAMO.

But someday it will be "winter" again, and then a lot will have to be made up for here, that's for sure.

So tomorrow is the last day in the hellishly hot Hellenental!

P.s.: Are my mistakes burning a hole in your underpants?

Great! They won't be changed!