Drove forever

Drove forever ...

Well, not really,

but apparently it felt like it to Lyn. First stop was a village not far out of Delphi where we bought Lyn a grey wool coat and two rugs. Then, after much searching, we stopped and picnicked at the mysterious Bronze Age fortress of Gla. I’d always been fascinated by what I could read about it. I left feeling even more intrigued. Driving around this site there were patches of mud that threatened to bog us and for once my driving was praised.

 
At Chaeronea we stopped to see the stone lion where the Macedonians crushed Greek resistance... Lyn fell asleep in the car and woke when I parked the car at Thermopylae. She watched a Greek policeman booking someone and admired the modern statue of Leonidas. Then we walked up onto the hillock, where the last Spartans died, to read the inscription. I remember you could smell the sulphur springs.  

We drove north into Thessaly. Lyn was wrecked, so I tried to find accommodation earlier than planned but, as usual that winter, found nothing open. Ended up going on, as originally intended, to Kalabaka. We booked into the Hotel Atlantis.