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| This is near the top of Mount Olympus. I'd climbed it the previous day. Had hiked up from Litochoro to Prionia in the morning but then when I got there they said it was too late to reach the top. It was about 2.45 and apparently six hours to the summit. I figured that was six for a normal person though. I stashed my bag in a tree, took a rain jacket - had heard it was less than five degrees at the top - and started running. Figured it would be a good exercise in pushing my body, that at some point I'd reach exhaustion and then things would get interesting. Going beyond the pain barrier like that time in the Superstitions. But in the event it was pretty easy. Climbed eighteen hundred metres in a little under three hours. The last bit to the peak of Mytikas was a little frightening though. And maybe kind of pointless. Even though I'm driven to it I do wonder why. By far the best bit of the trail was the bit that hardly anyone does, between Litochoro and Prionia. Incredibly beautiful clear water pools and super peaceful and hardly any people; the mountain proper's kind of bleak and cold and crowded. Peaks are for the ego. But mountain peace and beauty you can probably find on most mountains, and that's for the soul. |
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| Met all these people the next morning. Nice folk. Most were going up to the peak but I figured once was enough. Anyway, as you can see, not much of a view. |
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| Myself and these two lovely Austrians came down together. The girl was an awesome hiker, an absolute machine on the trail. |
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| Simon really like to take pictures. Not sure what this one is of. |
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| He also really liked my adherence to coin slipping. This was me deciding where they were going to drop me off. I had four Euros left at this point and to my surprise it said to disembark at Larrisa, right on the east of the city when I was going west. I walked across town. I wondered what would happen. I had three nights before my plane. I needn't have worried. Amazing things transpired. |
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