Venturing on a bus through the Greek countryside is a rather pleasant enterprise. At this point, you will already have been able to decipher the schedule:
You can also be sure, at least in winter, that any connecting services are in no way related to the one you’re on. All in all, very comfy nonetheless, lean back and enjoy the beautiful scenery passing by. At arrival, somebody will surely direct you to wherever you need to be, if necessary, by shouting GO GO GO at you, and then you jump on the next bus waiting in some obscure sidelane.
This is how we arrived at Olympia. All was indeed very well until … ‘No open today. We strike.’
Bloody hell! So this is what the fence of Olympia looks like, and then we move on to the much nicer events of that day.
First stop was at the theatre of Olympia. Fab acoustics and great views.
Lunch was had near a dilapidated railway station. The trains stopped several years ago, which I find a shame. The food, however, was excellent, including the home-made grape schnaps. Unfortunately, I don’t know its proper Greek name.