We are in a hotel room in a small village in the interior of the Peloponnese. The language barrier

In the spring cycle on the Peloponnese is biking through blooming along roadsides and lush meadows. We see countless chapels along the way. Relaxing on quiet beaches and toil long uphill. goodsman We visit a few major tourist attractions like Olympia, Nafplio and Epidaurus, but we also come from small villages and lonely canyons. People everywhere are incredibly kind and loves children. Fosse five ride along on his trailer bike and has no lack of attention. He also enjoys holidays in Greece: beach, boats, ice and old stones. The route (from west to east) across the Peloponnese and eventually ends in Athens.
We are in a hotel room in a small village in the interior of the Peloponnese. The language barrier and confusion erupted. Fortunately here were rooms for rent. They came right on time. The red road where we started cycling at Olympia as a kind of highway ramps and tunnels. After a few miles, he suddenly stopped, to then go through as a pleasant winding goodsman road. No money is more likely. Further, there was unfortunately goodsman money again, because we ride again on endless boring slopes. And it gets hot, every day a little warmer. In Stravodromi was our engine empty and we get a warm welcome from Nicoletta and Georgios. Nicoletta is very hospitable, goodsman offering us a cup of Greek coffee and a plate of macaroni Fosse. We are happier with the cool room. Later Nicoletta up with a tray full of food: feta, bread, sweet pancakes and natural yoghurt. In the village we are trying to do some shopping at a small shop. Three spry old ladies in black sitting chatting inside. They squeeze Fosse in his cheek and give him a treat. We try with gestures to make clear what we want to buy.
Olympia was very special. A nice place where you chatting through the park you walk between the ancient remains. No crowds, but peace and nature. In the Olympic stadium we have a race. Fosse also understand that we watch over old stones. The village consists of a neat street with tourist shops. goodsman The site is located within walking distance and the first pool of water and the first fellow goodsman cyclist. View Campsite males expanded our bikes and are impressed by our trailer bike.
Even further, we have no lack of attention. In Lefkohori, a small village in the mountains, it is a great atmosphere as we enter the terrace of the local bar. Here it happens. Our arrival was a highlight and we are again extensively reviewed by the regulars goodsman and the barmaid. In sign language, we tell about our trip. The dog Heracles walks around and wants a hug. The fishmonger comes along with its true from the sea. Later he comes to us with a wave and a horn over. Our trip continues through gorges and mountains. Everywhere flowers in roadsides. It looks like you cycle through an old-fashioned floral perfume. The scenery is beautiful, but the Greeks make it a mess. Along the slopes, the dirt just tipped into the gorge.
Dimitsana and Stemnitsa are two nice mountain villages. We take the time to walk through the small streets. We rent a room in the main street and have a view of the street life below. From Stemnitsa we hitchhike to a monastery deep below the village lies in a gap. The seat of an Athenian tram driver we drive down. The monastery is a walk through the gorge. What a place to live, so tucked away between the rocks. The way back is a little less smooth. It's just noon calm and there is no car along. We walk a long way on the asphalt road to the top. The first car takes us.
From Stemnitsa we go on a road through the mountains. A prachtweg. We are already high, but go even higher. Rugged mountains and lush meadows. Is this the Peloponnese? In Hrisovitsi we drink hot chocolate for the fire. The wife of the tavern has just held us for three moments: coffee, Nescafe or cocoa. In the descent we drive over foreign-scale junctions further very narrow roads. Suddenly a flock of sheep on the road. The herd is closely guarded by a shepherd. With an escort of two cars, the rear only perform batch we get there unscathed along. A horn and a sweep as greeting from our auxiliaries. We descend further. Tripoli is located in a high valley. The city is busy but not touristy. We crosses goodsman between the cars and dusting the large central square. That is full males with iced coffee on benches goodsman and mothers with children at the fountain. They are a good source of information and point us to family hotel Alex. We are welcomed as distant relatives. Fosse gets a pat on his ball while we bicycles to ke