A deep and powerful travel in the old civilization. Katakolon to Olympia Greece!
Here is where all start!
The day was quite a big day. We sailed through the southeast part of Greece around to the west, the Ionian Sea, as well as to the port of Katakolon. And as the manual informed us yesterday, thescenery has changed.
The mountains aren't high enough, the temps aren't as severe, and thecolors are like a verdant green.
Today we reached out and also touched history. Today lived up to the hopes of ours it will be ahighlight working day. We went to Olympia, the site of the old Olympic games.
Katakolon, to start with, is quite a small town of shops. Our guidebook informed us that 10 yearsago you could not actually think it is on a map. Though the cruise lines found it'd a full port andwas a brief distance to Olympia, therefore a city was created. This town is very dependent oncruise ships and the shops shut down thirty minutes before the final cruise ship actually leavesfor the morning.
Once again, we'd sky blue, cloudless skies. The style of the hills is actually the identical color asthe forests along the highway - rich green. We passed by a few farms, like a melon farm whichactually leaves the unsellable melons within the area with the goats to consume.
Our driver from katakolon private tours spunthe coach of ours through a selection of small villages, each one of that had an orthodox churchas a centerpiece. and going fast, we pulled into Olympia, and no less than the bus drop-offlocation of the gods. From there we walked.
Olympia is a location in which you are bathing in history. You start to be saturated with previoustimes. Today you may possibly be surrounded by incredible remains, the stone tinker toys ofhistory shaken by period, but there's very much left of the great bones of this particular site thatit's so easy to find out the structures as they once were.
You are able to really feel the existenceof the crowds, the workers, the spectators, the athletes. I recalled a story that I'd coached mysophomore classes. It was a story of a Spartan and Athenian boy: representatives of 2 differentcultures that became quick friends at the video games. Now I can envision the remains of theinstruction areas about what my classes had read through.