Götter des Olymp 2019
Götter des Olymp 2019
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Friday the 13th, Delfi, and a thorn bush

Tshaj tawm: 14.09.2019

Hey ach...calimera! Every day in a different place, and everywhere is beautiful. It's easy to get confused. After a shared breakfast, we make a plan together. We drive, no matter how senseless it may sound, across the bridge from Rio to Antirio, from the mainland to the Peloponnese, just to take the ferry back. €1.90 there and €1.00 back per motorcycle. On the mainland - as if you could tell whether you're on the mainland or the peninsula - we take another motorized stroll through the town of Nafpaktos and then along the coast to Itea, from where we head into the cold mountains towards Delfi. Well, not cold in the sense of freezing, but as the altitude increases, the temperature drops to 27 degrees; 26 degrees with the wind. Everything is going well, and the thought that it's Friday the 13th would be a waste. We're not even sure what we want from the Oracle, because, as Aphro explained to us the night before, the Oracle was not only highly unbinding in its wisdom, but also required a long procedure accompanied by various priestesses just to receive a statement. It was exclusively (mostly) men who sought advice from the Oracle. We (m/f/diverse) are emancipated from that, so what's the harm. Even though we know that women overlook a lot, but never lose the overview. Speaking of overview, after a casual overtaking maneuver of a pickup truck, despite the light crosswinds, the others also start to overtake, which they successfully do; except that suddenly a rolling thorn bush comes across the road from right to left and hits Nina in the shins. Nothing happened, but it creates a topic of conversation. Was that a sign? Does this thorn bush on Friday the 13th mean something on the way to the Oracle in Delfi? It's all bullshit, just a blown away bush. But it teaches us to look at the road. With this realization, we reach Delfi, ignore the Oracle, instead take some photos of the beautiful view from there, and continue to the next mountain village, Arachova. A starting point for skiing in the ski resort of Parnassos above, which clearly shows that the hustle and bustle takes place in winter. We settle into our accommodation to prepare for the evening, while the messengers of the gods, Jakob and Anton, practice Greek disciplines in Olympia, the venue of the ancient Olympic Games. Meanwhile, Aphro heads alone to the higher elevations in the aforementioned ski resort, where she learned to ski in her youth. There she not only realizes that it can really be cold at over 2200 meters above sea level, but also that beautiful mountain chalets have been built there, giving the area a comparable charm to Davos or Klosters or other well-known ski resorts. Back in the valley, she warms her hands on a souvlaki before we all together visit a restaurant overlooking the valley. Then we stumble upon a retro bar on the way back, which bears the name "Retro". There, in addition to the usual standard drinks, they play jazz and blues from the 50s and 60s. A shelf full of records and the owner as a bartender impress with his appearance, which makes him look like Mr. Bean at first glance. The drinks are poured generously, and the bartender becomes talkative only when he realizes that Aphro speaks Greek. Very talkative, too talkative, so despite the good music, we decide to end the night here. Yia mas and kali nichta!

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