“Breakfast is served guys!”, Stef shouted full of energy from his morning coffee, while our random canine friend for the night was singing along with the church bell ringing in the city center. We carefully slid out of our hammocks to eat some Greek pastries. Very carefully, and under a loud moaning in fact, as everyone suddenly realised that yesterday wasn’t quite the cakewalk we expected it to be.
After we managed to get on our bikes again we let them do the work for us, rolling down to the Litokaria’s beach and let our muscles rest up a bit. The cramps became worse during the day, so eventually lifting a leg became as difficult as moving an old tree with deep roots. Passing the frisbee was no problem when we didn’t have to run too much but as soon as it dropped we gave up, avoiding unnecassary leg movement. Naturally, we were laughing our asses off the whole day, watching eachother wobble around like penguins and hearing the cries of pain every time someone had to get up from his chair. We also had some non-physical activities such as Karo’s cooking class, main subjects being pancakes and ‘dampfnoodles’. After the lunchbreak it was time for Shukri’s workshop, which gave us insight in the art of preparing the perfect Shisha.
We concluded both nights on Lemon beach with a big bonfire and a midnight swim. With the waves nudging our backs we could see the lights from the villages on the Mountains in the distance, reminding us of our nightly Olympus descent. After all the palmtree logs were turned into smoldering ashes and the wind started turning, we went to bed.
Finally able to pedal again, Shukri set the pace to make it to Larissa, where they had to catch the bus the next day. We followed the coastline, cycled through a huge mountain gorge and arrived after dark at our destination where we spent our last evening together. The four brothers escorted their friends to the bus station, enjoyed our last pizza party together and said goodbye with a sharking session. (cycling around an object or person in a circular movement, as sharks circle their prey).
When the bus departed we didn’t really know where to go or what to do, so we didn’t find anything better than to stay at the bus station, reminiscing the beautiful memories we made with Shukri and Karo. On top of that, they also gifted us an abundance of souvenirs to remember them by: a brand new electric horn for Anton’s bike, four handcrafted bracelets, a seashell mount for each of our bycicles, their travel shisha, an external battery and a stereo to replace our broken one. Thanks for standing by our side in our fight against the Gods, even in the darkest of times. We can’t wait for our paths to cross again, if not on this trip, then back home or wherever your bikes will take you!