Saturday, 14 April 2012

Setting off (without permission)

  Arriving at Olympia we are told strictly no dancing, and strictly no costumes. Even priests cannot wear their robes on site. After questioning a few people I am taken through corridors and up lifts to an office in an office and a lady behind a desk who tells me theres no way i can dance in or around the archaeological Olympic site and i should not be dancing in Greece at all without permission from the ministry.
 Eager to dance on I left Dana to have fun and games trying to sneak round Olympia while i danced on. But not before stopping at Kotinos gift shop where Nikolaos Karyoyis gave me one Greek flag and one Olympic flag to wave instead of my white hankies. The authorities may not be very friendly but the local people certainly are.
 All in all i fell in love with Greece more than i expected.
 I got lost of course, trying to dance my way and ended up dancing up a drainage channel and on to the main road. That afternoon i danced up and up and up the mountain with a backpack on my back and all of a sudden theres a man with a hint of red in his beard dancing behind me, and then his girlfriend drives past with Dana and the bike in the back. We reach the top of the mountain and Dana dance a while before we make camp and night falls. Some locals came to nose at us in the night but i didnt hear them.
 The dogs bark in Greece. through the night, and especially at my bells as i dance past.
 The second day i struggle as much as the bike under the weight of our bags going up and down the hills on the road as Dana dances a shortcut over the river. It turns out not to be much of a shortcut and i'm waiting for three hours for her to appear. Eventually I get to do some dancing through villages where those who see me call the rest of the family to come outside but nobody actually has the gutts to speak to me accept a man named Danos with incredible eyes.
  That evening we make camp with short fuses, sick of the weight were carrying I try using just the cover sheet of my tent to sleep under and it doesnt seem to bad.
 Were way behind, and i end up dancing 55K to make it to the ferry to Italy. We had to make it as there was not another ferry for three days. I got there just in time, with seconds to spare!

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