Rain, Rain, Go Away!
Trip Start May 22, 2009
197Trip End Feb 16, 2010
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Finally, when we were packed up and ready to depart, our retired medical-doctor-turned-campground-manager drove in happily honking the horn. He just couldn’t bear the thought of us setting out in the rain, so he put a pot of coffee on and convinced us to stay for awhile longer.
We enjoyed some more coffee and conversation together while he shared some pomegranates ripe from his own trees. I had a little lesson on how olives are processed. (Brian thought they were eaten right off the tree, but found out after a little taste-test that that was not true!)
Finally it was announced that the wind had changed enough that we could be on our way (since it was obvious that we were not going to stay another night). With the weather forecast still looking poor for tomorrow, we have to start making some time regardless.
Like a loving grandfather he ushered us out to the road. Showed great concern that my shorts were still a bit wet from earlier rain. Insisted that we get a hotel tonight. Packed our pockets with pomegranates so that we would be sure to get our vitamins. Inspected our bikes to see that they were equipped with lights. And called several ‘be carefuls’ as we went down the road. I will always remember this man with the kind blue eyes.
He was right about the shift in the weather. We enjoyed some nice sun until the wind changed again and a hail storm hit. We’re cycling out of a gulf with a rather large mountain range at the end which is brewing weather. Once we get around it, things should start to improve. Getting off the main road it was a rutted passage through olive trees so close to the road my helmet would whack the branches on the way by. The smell of ripening olives in the air made my mouth salivate thinking of this morning’s sample.
With a more grey skies and scattered showers, Brian’s mood continues to grey. No matter what I say, nothing seems to help. In his mind Greece was supposed to be blue skies and sun, and so far it’s failing in both departments.
So when the rain fell and darkness descended, I looked around the flooded campsite along the beach and decided to take the old man’s advice: I found s a hotel, ate olives and feta, and got drunk on some really cheap, bad, Greek wine. Hopefully this will help Brian get through another day.