Since we were looking for a nice place to be during our holidays, we thought Greece would fulfill our requirements: sun, beach, something to explore, a little bit of ancient history maybe.
Except the history part, everything was really nice. We landed in Volos, at a civil and military airport - the fighters regularly took of from there and were to be heard on the whole peninsula Pilion. From Volos we headed south, air-line distance about 25 km, but by car it took us 1,5 hours because of the serpentines:
Finally we reached our Hotel Leda in the little village Horto(n) (always reminds us on "Horton hears a Hoo"). The service there depended on who occupied the reception, sometimes we thought the credo of the Greekes was like in Spain: manana, manana. Looking out of our window, we saw the following:
It`s not a postcard!! Nice pool, short walk to the pebbly beach and the restaurant, where the breakfast was served as well, opportunities to play mini golf and tennis/table tennis.
Many times we favoured the little snackbar of Maria, an elder German-French lady living in Greece, right next to the hotel. In her oriental-styled bar you could get crepes, salads, milkshakes, desserts, omelettes, drinks etc.:
You might recognizes somebody you know on that picture. One day we decided to look around Volos for shopping, sight-seeing etc. Volos did not exactly meet our expectations, our travellers book told us, that there was the famous ship of Jason and his fellows, the Argonauts, to be seen. The ship emerged as a little sculpture made of bronze. Altogether the harbor was a nice place to have lunch (greek salad with feta cheese) and walk around:
The other day our smart book told us to look for some pure, sandy beaches with clear cold water and nearly nobody around. After we managed to struggle through the nature and over hills...
During the high seasons millions of Germans and Austrians are said to cavort at this beach (not nice to imagine). In general, the peninsula Pilion at the northern east-coast of the greek mainland, seems to be THE secret place for german-speeking travellers. Guess who visited the Taverna (in the background) right after us?
Again another day we had the lovely plan to take a walk from the village Kalamos to the next one Lefokastro, unfortunately or luckily (depends) the way was kind of hidden and we oriented ourselves on the coast. Only once there was an selfmade sign directing us, another time a farmer told us where to go (not over his olive plantation!). We passed olive plantations, country estates, several beaches and bays, stopped at one to enjoy the cold water and finally ended up sitting in a Taverna, eating fresh fried calamari together with olives, bread and cheese-cream (yummy!!). The walk took us nearly the whole day, but the things to explore were worth to effort.
Maria was the best source of knowledge, so we asked her where and when to arrive in order to get a seat on the narrow-gauge railway (light railway) between Ano Lechonia and Milies. The little wooden train only takes his passengers from one place to another at the weekend and at bank holidays. Because Maria told us to be at the starting point earlier, we left the hotel at eight a.m. although the train was supposed to pull out at eleven. Luckily we did so, because there were only ten tickets for tourists, the other tickets we reserved for a huge group of elder ladies (of the town) and a group of greek pupils. Funnily this group of elder ladies was organized like an Army troup. In other words they were marching lock-step.
That was our little train:
The resume of our trip is: take a flight to Pilion (Volos) and enjoy yourself.


