Like a couple of 18th century Gin-aholics we’re on the road to ruin. With glasses full and heads numbed we decide to stagger uphill to Pylos’s twin guardian, sitting on top of a two hundred metre high rock. Our opiate for today – the Old Navarino Castle.
The weather’s on the up. So are we. A mini triathlon on the agenda. 2K on road; 2K off road; plus a forty-five minute uphill hike.
We time our approach perfectly. A batch of thirty or so young German tourists politely pass us on the windy narrow trail. Practise their “Hello”. Shipped here in four large people carriers. Not all dressed for the occasion. Did they get their money’s worth?
Our slow downhill reverse trek allows time to observe. An abundance of wild flowers and grasses hem us in on both sides. Like a wooly blanket sewn together with a multitude of coloured threads.
