After being back in the UK for my brother’s wedding, I was slightly concerned about returning to the two-wheeled adventure. It was significantly easier to procure food from my Dad’s fridge, situated four metres from the table, rather than procuring food from endless unknown stores, markets, farms or generous locals. It was also significantly easier to roll into a bed at my Dad’s house rather than having to construct a roof over my head and make a semblance of a bed each night. To ease myself back in therefore I spent a week drinking beer and eating souvlaki in Athens. I think I saw some archaeology as well. But the Classical rocks were not as delicious as the souvlaki or as entertaining as the company.
Leaving Athens behind I head over to the northeast of the Peloponnese peninsular to soak up the big names in ancient- and pre-historical sites: the Epidaurus Theatre, the Mycenaean civilisation at Tiryns and Mycenae, the Nemea Olympic stadium and Ancient Corinth. My ancient- and pre-historical knowledge seemed to have peaked about a week previously, then I overdid it and left myself thoroughly confused about the passage of time and civilisations.