~ s c a r s.

classical-wanderings:

So, we did a few things on the way through the Taygetus mountains in the middle of the Peloponnese. Most of this journey did consist of me sleeping or reading Cosmo for the first time in my life. Genuinely interesting article about a woman born with two wombs in there… Anyway, I digress. First, we passed a cafe type place on the road. Middle of nowhere, and all it served were drinks, yoghurt, and honey. And it was the best yoghurt and honey I have ever had. Would I be able to take someone back there, no. But I wish I could. I really wish I could…

Another stop, mid journey, was to visit Mystras. It’s not ancient, it’s not classical, but it’s got a brilliant view over the plains of Sparta. We got off the bus to stretch legs and have lunch, and it was one of the best moments of the trip. Mystras is on a hill (I never did find out which one), and is a huge rambling set of ruins, which people just clamber around trying to get to the top. Unless, of course, they choose the path more travelled by at a T-junction. Myself and a mate left a group at the bottom, and raced to the top, them taking the path, us taking the hill. Looking back, the history lover fumes, but I know full well I’d go for the tricky climb over the path any day of the week. And it was a brilliant time. We walked through forgotten corners of a 13th century town as we tried to reach the summit, and would probably never be able to make that route again. When you reach the top, the view is magnificent. I’d love to show you photos, but my camera couldn’t cope with the sun.

Oh, and we won the race. Just.