Patras to Nafplio, Greece
03.12.2011 - 03.12.2011
Spent all of today getting across the Peloponesse from Patras to Nafplio.
Nafplio is a name I've taken a while to get right. I think I've said every combination of Na****o today. It's like the name was designed to be butchered by an englishman. But I've gotten it right by now.
Going through other countries, I've occasionally been thinking I should have tried learning either French or Italian instead of Greek at school, but not anymore. Greece is the only country I've visited without a latin alphabet, and even though a lot of the stuff has atrophied, just knowing two thirds of the letters when arriving has helped greatly. Also just knowing how to count, even though it is only to 29, has also helped.
This would be a transit day but I did look at getting some sightseeing done on the way. I stopped at Diakopta on the way to take the cog-wheel train down through Vouraikos Gorge to Kalavrita. Coming back the same way without leaving the train since I needed to get back to resume the journey to Nafplio.
The gorge was beautiful, the driver slowing down at one stage to leave a tunnel with a brilliant reveal. As well as the great scenery, I saw a shepherd leading a small herd of sheep. And saw two different groups of mountain goats along the way (don't know the collective noun for goats).
It was already late in the day when I got back to resume my complicated journey. Bus ride to Kiato, train ride to Corinth, then bus ride to Nafplio. Oh and a taxi ride from the train station to the bus station in Corinth. But a nice lady shared the taxi since she was going to the same place, so conversed with the taxi driver properly to get me where I wanted to go. She insisted on paying the taxi though, which seemed wrong as she was helping me, but she insisted saying it was Greek hospitality. It has made me feel bad though.
By the time I finally got to Nafplio it was late and has taken me a while to get situated. Finding dinner, then finding a hotel, then finding an internet cafe to post this and lookup tomorrow's tour since the hotel has no internet. Hence the reason there are no photos since this isn't being written on my laptop.
Speaking of internet, I also didn't have it in Patras yesterday, but it is funny how many unprotected wifi spots you can find when you really need them. My count was up to three.
To get to this internet cafe, I had done a look around my area for a while without result, but there is an open square near the hotel with free but slow public wifi. Enough to look this place up, which is a fair distance from the area I am staying in. So I was walking through small, dark, deserted streets at 11 pm, which I have usually felt safe and confident enough to do even while abroad. But a cat jumping out of a dumpster next to me has taken about a year off my life.
Going to try to lookup any tours I can do tomorrow before returning to the hotel to get as much sleep as I can.