Una vez más, y para descontento de algunos de los que suelen leerme, vuelvo al inglés en esta entrada. Una buena forma de practicar, aunque agradecería que alguien me corrigiese los errores (y así aprendo...). Allá va...
Day 63:
The greek frontier is 180 km from Sofia. Too short distance to avoid the temptation… Ok,
Athens and all the famous islands are in the south, far away from us (around
1.000 km), but the north of Greece also has interesting things… The main
attraction for me was the Mount Olympus, the sacred mountain. All began when
Ludi told me things about this region, and how beautiful is. He joked about how
greek mountaineers try to exceed Musala's height, the highest Balkan
mountain, putting stones one above another in the top of the Olympus. Of course
it’s only a joke (I hope…), but it’s true that the Bulgarian peak is only 8
meters higher… so maybe, if they put enough stones... |
| On the road to Greece. South Bulgaria landscape. |
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| Views over Litohoro and Aegean Sea. Cloudy day. |
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| Near Litohoro... where is Olympus? |
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| One more time... german motor! |
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| Here we go... |
I was
trying to rush the guys when I noticed that Ronnie’s bag was the biggest and
heaviest, and, naturally, he was the slowest. I asked him:
–“Ronnie, what are you carrying there??”.
–“Ahh… nothing special, only the clothes, some food, some beer…”.
–“I see…beer... and how much beer are you talking about?”
–“Err… around 2 liters, I think… Ah! And one bottle of Rakia!”.
–“Fuck!, ok Ronnie, we have to hurry up or we will get in troubles with the darkness… come on, empty that bottles and we may walk faster”.
–“No, no, no! No way! The beer goes with me! No way! We have to drink it in the top of the peak!”.
Ok, ok…
at that moment I understood that Ronnie would not throw anything of his bag, and
much less the beer!. But since then, we took great pains to go faster. When the
last rays of light were disappearing, we reached two exhausted Greek girls. Twenty
minutes later, the absolute darkness covered us. The fog was blocking the moonlight, and everything went black, black, black. We continued walking with the help of some
small lanterns, but the girls were very tired and they wanted to stop to have a
rest (and they didn't have any lantern). I didn’t like the idea, because the hut was supposed to be close from our
position, so we did the last effort carrying their bags until the end. We were
lucky and we could follow the track and arrive to Zolotas
Hut, but getting lost in that conditions would have been quite risky.
–“Ronnie, what are you carrying there??”.
–“Ahh… nothing special, only the clothes, some food, some beer…”.
–“I see…beer... and how much beer are you talking about?”
–“Err… around 2 liters, I think… Ah! And one bottle of Rakia!”.
–“Fuck!, ok Ronnie, we have to hurry up or we will get in troubles with the darkness… come on, empty that bottles and we may walk faster”.
–“No, no, no! No way! The beer goes with me! No way! We have to drink it in the top of the peak!”.
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| One of the last photos of the day... before darkness |
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| The amazing path to the Olympus |
Once inside,
we received a nice reward in its warm dining room: spaghetti and some beer!! We
had dinner with the girls and we all talked about our experience together, it
was a perfect ending to a very long (and funny) day. After that, we went to our
bunks and covered ourselves with 3 blankets each one… and they weren’t enough!!
Viva la revolución, Ronnie!!!
