The hotel had turned out to be not actually that expensive (about 50 euros per night), but still, it had a very posh vibe too it. Word had it that there was a pool, that there was a spa, and that there was also a golf course.
I only saw the gate to a place where one could play miniature golf, though:
However, the breakfast buffet was the absolute bomb:
And then, when I wanted to leave, I was given a little card that I was supposed to present at the main gate:
It meant to prove that I wasn’t about to leave without paying.
Rich people, I thought, rich people.
The road was easy, but I was tired:
Maybe it was the injection. Maybe it was the stress. Either way I dragged myself past places where people were burning things:
And where they were selling things:
I had eaten a lot for breakfast, so it was easy to walk on my usual lunch of bread and tomatoes and apples. I ate some bread with honey, too:
But I sat down often, and every time I did, the time I spent resting became a little bit longer:
And then I found the castle:
It was called Chailuri fortress, and it was supposed to be from the 16th century:
Now you’re probably wondering why everything still looks this good if Chailuri is supposed to be five centuries old:
There were massive reconstructive efforts in the late 20th century, for better or for worse.
I droned the hell out of the place:
And then I said goodbye:
Being slowed down by exhaustion and having spent that much time at the fortress meant having to walk through the night once more:
It was a rather busy road, and sometimes there were little food stands on the side:
I left the road near this cross:
And I walked up a village road that was absolutely dark, and it took a little while until I came to a house that was supposed to be renting out a spare room:
The owners were busy making wine:
They were crushing grapes in this wooden device:
Filling barrel after barrel:
And yes, they were renting out a spare room:
We had dinner, and then I crashed like a felled tree.