The highest road in Greece meant one thing: it was a bit hilly. The excitement was added to by the rockfalls and collapsed roads along this quiet mountain road. Following a valley floor for the first part, farms dotted the road, occasional merging to become a small hamlet. Nice to see working places, no more so than the hair touch of sheep being herded along
Soon ascending and looking up at the mountainous snow capped skyline, little thinking we were going up there! That’s one of the three surprises for me about Greece. Snow, poppies and flat agricultural plains. You get to know this road is little used by the dearth of coffee shops: the water spouts gurgle their invitations to make up for that.
Switchbacks up, and down. The last decent descent was through a beech forest before rejoining civilisation and a more substantive but less attractive new road. Made it!
Travelling reflections 