That's Mt. Olympus, home of Zeus.And that, below, is my super hero.
At the highest peak, Mytikas.Just the sight of Mytikas, from the saddle between two peaks, reduced me to a whimpering, pleading, crying mess ("Briton, I don't want to do it."). It looked scary, sheer-cliffy, loose-rocky dangerous. I happily, no-ego-hold, waited for him while he bagged the summit. You'll have to ask him how it felt - but just so you know, he was all smiles when he returned.
A less scary summit, Skolio - about 15 feet shorter than Mytikas.Meteora
Six monasteries, all operative. The largest, a prime candidate for a Settlers of Catan metropolis, had a collection of handwritten texts from A Really Long Time Ago. I loved the decorative lettering and illustrated New Testaments. One of the smaller ones has the distinction of being in James Bond's "For Your Eyes Only".
We were ostensibly taking pictures of these bells, but really, it was a good vantage point to spy on a monk harvesting heather.Ancient Olympia
Mystra
A now-deserted Byzantine-era fortress. But only deserted in the 1950's. So that was interesting.
It was so dang hot.Monemenviaistia
We watched these spiders, as big as silver dollars, approach and attack each other. The hiking trails were criss-crossed with tons of spider webs.
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