For the second leg of my journey I descended to the South to visit three couples of friends and their offspring in three different locations.
On a Sunday morning I took the train from Thessaloniki to the station of Lianokladi, from there a suburban train to the town of Lamia, a taxi to the bus-station and then a coach to Arkitsa on the east coast where I was going to stay with a friend and his family of five at their summer abode.
The first evening turned into an improptu reunion when my friend M and her little family joined us as they happened to be at their summer house in a nearby village. Already on the first day of my southbound trip I had thus checked two out of three bullet points in terms of reconnecting with friends.
During the dinner at a taverna by the sea, sometime between the kids’ ice cream and the bill, it was decided that I was continuing to the Peloponnese already on the next day together with M and Co.
Arkitsa behind the mosquito net…
So I left Artkitsa a day earlier than initially planned with the mission to visit another couple of friends in the township of Kiaton, located at the Corinthian bay. By pure coincidence, M was traveling to the same area with her family just around the time I intended to visit my Kiato friends. We concluded that carpooling was a great opportunity to spend some time together during the approximately three hour long-ride there.
Upon arrival to coastal Kiaton, it was time for yet another reunion; the branches of my tree of friendships have intermingled and grown to all kinds of directions; as a result, I spent a good four days socialising in concentric circles.
In Kiaton I spent two days of family time, swimming, eating homemade food, listening to sailor stories, and just pausing for a while. I had ambitious plans of maxing my time in the Peloponnese, but in the end I took a day off from traveling and planning. It was all worth it.
Bay of Corinth
Then, after two nights on the Peloponnese it was time to rewind to my starting point, Arkitsa, that I had left somewhat in a hurry. My friends who had drove me all the way to and dropped me off at Kiaton picked me up for the ride back.
On the last evening of my stay, we ended up having a big dinner with pasta puttanesca and watermelon in the same constellation as on day one. Finally, I also got to spend some time with my Arkitsa hosts that I had left in a rush. And just before the dust had settled, it was time for me to catch a bus to Athens for a sleep over on the couch of another couple of friends before taking the boat to the island of Paros.
If this whole thing sounds confusing, I understand. Contrary to what you might believe though, actually being in the eye of this hurricane of dates, places and people to visit was like experiencing a state of total harmony and contentment.
Sailing to Paros island…
Yet another part of the journey was ticked forward by a charmed clockwork and I was looking forward to part three…