The bus did the heavy lifting to get me further along the coast, and the Brompton broke the finishing tape by freewheeling downhill from the top. The Brompton and I plus minimal luggage are heading back uphill in a couple of days’ time, and I imagine I’ll be doing most of the work.
There are still lots of tourists and ageing ex-pats here, and – luckily for me – no shortage of comfortable hotels, but things become a little less polished the further down the coast you go. Settlements are sparser, less knowingly picturesque, and seem more hostage to the elements. (The elements certainly dashed my hopes of a swim when I arrived.)
I had quite forgotten how mellow one feels after two ouzos.