You may have won this battle Zeus, but the war isn't over.

After spending time with family in the Greek Islands, we flew from Crete to Macedonia area of Greece, up north, and spent 3 nights in Thessaloniki. Thessaloniki, which unbeknownst to me, is actually the 2nd largest city in Greece. We spent a few days walking around the city, seeing the random ruins you stumble into everywhere throughout Greece, shopping, and *enjoying* the tons of bars and restaurants. There is a great scene here with a few areas that are completely lined with bars and restaurants with outside seating until close to the sunrise.

what a smile...

So logically after a weekend of heavy drinking we next went to Litochoro to attempt to climb the near mythical Mt. Olympus. Figuring out any public transportation in Greece (outside of the islands) has been a big challenge. I never would have thought south america would have been easier, but we received via the internet, and through broken language conversations so much conflicting information on how we get to Litochoro its a wonder we somehow got on a bus from Thessaloniki that deposited us in the main square of Litochoro 90 mins later.

So i'm no mountain climber, but the guide books describe that its a difficult and steep but very doable hike up Mt. Olympus. From the start of the national park behind Litochoro. Its a total of 20 kilometers to the top. Most people who do the climb, get a ride that skips that first 9 kilometers and do the final 11 and then back down in two days with a night spent at a mountain lodge.

So we arrive in town and the sky has darkened to a shade of ugly ugly gray and it proceeds to begin raining hard. It's about 63 degrees in town, but the internet informs us its about 27 on the top of the mountain. Holy sh8t! We naively never considered snow and freezing temps. After spending time reading on the beach, packing snowpants was the furthest thing from my mind. So after reviewing the weather forecast (NON STOP rain for 3 days), we make the decision that unfortunately climbing Mt. Olympus would be a stupid and perilous affair. We check in early to the fancy hotel in town I had booked as a treat to enjoy after we completed the hike and spend the night.

The next morning we wake to see even more fog and feeling a bit lazy after lounging in a room we would enjoyed on a more traditional honeymoon, we decide do the first 9-10 kilometers of the mountain hike to at least get out and see some of the area and mountain.

So off we went, walking about a kilometer to the start. So over the next 5 hours we went and down and up and down and up again a valley that rose into the mountain. Officially it was a 2500 foot elevation gain, but i'd be shocked if we didn't two times that because you spend 25% going down the valley you just went up.

The hike was eerily beautiful filled with foggy, misty canyons

which eventually led to Avatar-esque mountain streams filled with the cleanest, blue-est rushing water, while passing tons of odd black and orange salamanders.

Along the way we passed a church built into a small cave, and a small prayer box further along, and towering granite faces.

Breaking Bad S3 opening scene style random Greek shrine

In the final kilometer (of course), i realized my left knee hurt and somehow I had twisted it at the very end. Annie had to carry me down the mountain. (just kidding, i walked fine albeit with a minor limp)

So after reaching the end of the 10 or so kilometers we were supposed to see a town on the mountain. Well let me tell you, the "town" was literally one restaurant (which was closed), a bathroom, a national park information booth (which was abandoned), and a few horses tied up. Short of walking back down 10 kilometers of trail, walking 17 kilometers down a road in the dark, we were stuck between a mountain and more mountain.

A Dutch couple who completed the hike up the mountain (who painfully informed us that once you got above a certain point you were actually above the clouds, there was no rain, and it was quite pleasant), were also stranded in this random non existent mid mountain town without a ride back. After trying to bribe a non english speaking Greek tour bus driver, a younger German tourist drove by and and Annie, I, and the two Dutchies found our way back to town.

Although the monasteries perched on the hills of Meteora were our original next destination, I decided to call an audible and head straight down to Athens a day early as the last thing my knee needs for a few days is climbing the rainy steps of Greece to view a monastery.

Matt. out.