We’ve read his letters. Many times. His shadow long gone from this place. But not his testament. Nearly two thousand years on. That remains. As solid as the rock we stand on.
The remains of Ancient Corinth draw us into their shadows. A short uphill bike ride from Blue Dolphin Camping. We’re fortunate. Invited to briefly join a guided archeological group. The leader re-sets the ancient scene we’re standing in. Rebuilds walls and streets. Animates the traders and shopkeepers of the time. All gather. Leave their arcade. Interested to hear what Saul of Tarsus has to say. Just as we are. She reads a long passage from ACTS. Her act brings these old stones to life. Adds meaning to our visit.
That’s the advantage of having Scoot on board. We can blow this way, or that. Like the wind. After lunch we change direction. Head down to the famous isthmus. Go take a look at the canal. It’s spectacular.
We become fascinated by a herd of goats. They edge in onto the ledge below. 100 feet above the water. Wander right underneath us. Seemingly oblivious to the drop. Push and jostle for the tastiest bite of scrub. They don’t realise it’s a dead end. Turn back before it is.
Another couple of boats enter via top end. Allowed entry over a submersible bridge. We’ve just Scooted over the other one. Head back for it. Aim to catch it in action. We do.