All The World's A Bed

Descending Mt. Olympus still a paltry mortal, I camped on the beach then headed south. I'd been riding through olive groves for days at this point, but I finally found one with fully grown fruit, so I pulled over for a clandestine sample. Huge mistake. Turns out olives are naturally revolting until we basically fight club them with lye. I guess that's not common knowledge because the first rule of olive processing club is, well...

Having recovered via elixir of pomegranate juice, I hopped a quick ferry to Evia (the island most severely impacted by the recent fires), and whiled away a few hours in the piping hot Edipsos thermal baths which spill directly into the sea. The next day was a blustery ride to reach the ruins of... the oldest known theater in the world. Somehow, this 2,700 year old amphitheater is today nothing more than an obscure, unmaintained site which I happened to find on Google maps. So, tucking the bike behind an olive tree, I enjoyed the sunset with my furry friend and waited till dark to pitch my tent in the amphitheater. The stars put on quite a show, as did the cat in a remarkable portrayal of Brutus when it decided to freak out and scratch me. Et tu, Γάτα?