When the Cheshire emerges...

A year ago today I was Paleochori, Athamania, Greece, on an afternoon trip from Arta to see the remains of where my grandfather grew up.

While the house is now non-existent, there is a holiday house next door that distant relatives still use. Met some there on the day actually including teenage girls which was a bit wack! But kinda cool.

Why? Uh, it's actually in the middle of nowhere. This is a view from the road to it a few minutes away.



See the group of houses on the left? That's it.

Stunning. The journey wound us through mountains behind more mountains, up and down, and we were lucky my mum's cousins knew the roads. What surprised me was the buses that were managing the trek.

More than an hour from Arta, the nearest major city, it's behind mountains and more mountains... beautiful in their isolation. Greece's mountainous terrain in the central and northern areas of the country are comparable to other wonders like Switzerland and Scotland.

Arta itself was nice too, if not hot. We took it a bit slower here; I actually revelled in the afternoon siesta for a change. I'd also found out about the Oslo massacre and Amy Winehouse's death though, both very sad.

The bridge connecting the Pelopponnese's north and the mainland

Arta's famous bridge. Really interesting backstory.

Great moussaka

On the road to Paleochori