Sun, sand and sweat

Having managed to tear ourselves away from the kittens at Antonio's place, the group survived their 100km cycle and arrived at our wild camping spot by a lake, complete with dappled shade and then very quickly an imminent storm brewing. Our rapidly increasing concern about how to cook dinner for 14 in a storm without shelter was immediately put to rest by Spiros, who had allowed us to camp on his land, zooming up on his tractor and shouting 'DON'T DO ANYTHING, BIG RAIN COMING, YOU WILL STAY WITH ME, MY MUM WILL COOK FOR YOU'. Happy news. Spiros' unsuspecting mother coped amazingly with zero minutes notice and served us handmade spinach and feta parcels with spinach and feta made from their land/sheep, and then mountains of spaghetti bolognese. Spiros on the other hand, tried to ply us with his 80% home-brewed spirits and persuade us to come dancing in town. Unfortunately for him, we were in party pooper mood as we had all just survived the perils of cycling with a hangover that day. We all tucked up in beds and the floor like sardines in the beautiful stone house his grandfather had built and slept amazingly. 
The group is doing amazingly with the cycling, and also with all activities outside of cycling - Joe's cycling-selfie-taking-skills, massage chains, yoga breaks and even a leaf gong bath for Joe Reid. His idea of heaven. We spent a lovely night camping near the beach in an abandoned half built building for shelter from passing showers, and the group have now set off across the bridge to Patras and beyond.  Not long to go!