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Solitude I awoke to birds chirping. There isn't much sweeter in life to wake up to than that. The weather rebounded and was considerably warmer with a sunny twentyfour degrees Celsius. Sharon rode without her long pants. Going back into Corinth an animal carcass hung in a shop doorway on main street. It was time for me to become vegetarian again. In the fruit seller's back room, we found vegetables. Kind of like finding forbidden fruit. Sharon saw a guy come out with veggies so she went in to investigate. At first she thought the back room was part of the fruit seller's house. The fruit seller was extra friendly, remembering Sharon from the day before. Everyone we had seen around town had looked and acted friendly toward us. Maybe Paul should get himself a bicycle. From Corinth we rode to the Corinth Canal, passing a rabbi in traditional black garb. We waited on the bridge for a freighter to pass underneath. The canal is an impressive sheer walled channel, cut through solid rock at the narrowest land section on the Isthmus of Corinth, linking the Aegean and Ionian seas. Large boats are pulled through the canal by a smaller tug. As we waited on the bridge an old Greek lady, dressed in black and wearing dark shades, cruised up and down the bridge trying to sell her woven wheat ornaments. The bridge deck jumped up and down as if it was possessed every time a truck crossed. We were thankful to get off it and found a wonderful rock beach, deserted except for Saturday fishermen. After cooking a hot spaghetti lunch, Sharon went for a swim in the warm sea. The only drawback was the saltwater burnt every little scratch on her legs. Even so, she said it was refreshing. And she smelt better too. Near a likely looking side road we turned toward the sea in search of camping. We were almost prepared to give up when we saw the military fence and watch tower. We persisted a little farther and came to an unfenced treed area. A dirt road took us up and over to the sea. After watching a spectacular sunset on the bay, we set up our tent overlooking the inlet and watched the lights from boats and houses shine off the water. Our very own private light show. We were enjoying the solitude. |
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