Faster Than A Speeding Bullet
Another good cycling day, so we'll be brief. The most striking aspect of this area is the prevalence of mozzy - that's both buffalo mozzarella for sale by the roadside everywhere and the biting variety. The former is sold at caseficios and advertised at regular billboards with a nice family scene of a giant platter laden with cheese being scoffed by a butt-naked boy. Still, tastes good.
The latter made a special guest appearance at a coastal hotel that was like a cross between Fawlty Towers and the Overlook Hotel, presided over by an ancient smoking matriarch, sitting under a patio heater in reception and watching gameshows on a TV turned up loud enough to share the experience with the good folks of Greece. The electrics were clearly pre-war, although which war was harder to tell. The bare wires in the bathroom did little to ease your mind while sitting on the loo with your feet in the shower.
Day 92.5km (Total 1945.4km)