It was a rough plane ride, but I must say that the drive was so much more comfortable – even if it was almost 5 hours long.
Olympia is more than 300km away from Athens, and we were due to travel there via coach.
This of course, means groggily moving our (lucky) 13 boxes and luggage, and stumbling into our seats.
It wasn’t very long before we started on our long drive to the ancient city of Olympia, through the roads whose names I cannot read, and even when they are read to me, I cannot understand.
The ride was smooth, and made it easy to either read, work, or in my case… catch up on sleep.
But it was an interesting drive, at least while I was awake. Torch Relay head honcho Joel tried to show us the route we were taking, but I don’t think I could tell whether it was Greece or Toa Payoh at that point.
My first fling with authentic Greek food was at an authentic Greek petrol station type place. I had this pretty good bagel-like thing with ham, cheese and lettuce called a “Capri”. Best rest stop food I’ve ever tasted!
A little off in the distance at the rest stop were a couple of wrecked cars, parked nearly alongside one another. A warning to would-be speedsters perhaps?
And when we got back on the road, there were things I weren’t used seeing too, like some of these little trailer trucks.
… and the views.