With Meteora fading in the distance, Anton also ached to explore the roads of Greece in solidarity. While our companions wanted a physical challenge, we didn’t mind slowly making our way towards the massive metropolis, stopping at lakes, thermals and rivers to enjoy the last moments of European nature. This seemed like a swell plan until nature had something else in mind. Every day the sky turned darker and the wind grew fiercer. The worstening weather didn’t stop us from swimming, fishing and philosophizing in our hengmets though. Being on the road with two proved an extremely relaxing break from the chaos a larger group can cause. When rain forced us to find shelter there was not much else to do than get ourselves some treats, set up the tent and listen to hours and hours of the audiobook “The Wise Man’s Fear”. The last page was turned and the road called us once again. We were eager to start making progress and meet up with the boys who were about to arrive at the final stop before the true start of the silk road. So there we were, braving the wind and rain, pedalling through fields and valleys without much civilization, when suddenly we heard squeeks calling from down below. We looked over and the clouds parted, allowing a sunbeam to reach down to the spot in front of us where two puppies were staring at us the way puppies do, with their heads tilted a bit to the side and shiny eyes. Not the manliest man could have resisted going down and tumble through the grass with them. They were very skinny, with barely any energy left and almost unable to walk. We pulled out our emergency sausage, which they devoured within seconds. After being chased and barked at on a daily, continuous basis, all of us have grown to hate street dogs with a passion. These little guys dissolved all our hate, and when after three hours there was no sign of a mother we knew the wolfpack was two members richer. The next couple of days we spent gnawing on sticks, pissing against trees and howling in the night. Progress was slow but the welps were starting to learn the rules of the road. Ten minutes warm-up followed by stretching, at least an hour cycling before lunch, never say no to free food, always stop for girls to strike them with puppy eyes, etc. It didn’t take long before their tails were active, their ears upright and their tongues giving so many kisses we didn’t need to wash ourselves anymore. Every day they complained less and less about sitting still while on the road until we finally were able to do our last stretch of 125 km into Athens.