|Gorgeous wildflowers with steep sea cliffs shrouded in fog.|
|Really beautiful pebbly coves accessible by tiny dirt paths.|
|Pregnant ladies in activewear.|
No, I mean, ancient stone fortifications on steep mountainsides. The photo doesn't do it justice. Those things were way up there.
|This is an old Byzantine church supposedly built over the death oracle to Poseidon. I'm still not sure what a death oracle is, but it has something to do with communicating with dead people. And Poseidon.|
|With full confidence in the structural integrity of the ancient stone building, I went inside the inner sanctuary. People had left a lot of crap there, including money. I didn't take any. I thought about taking it, but I didn't.|
|I took this picture of Phil looking in at the money in case the building collapsed and I never saw him again.|
|Ladies and gentlemen, you are looking at the southernmost point in mainland Greece. We thought this was the entrance to Hades. We were wrong.|
|I was going to caption this, "Sitting at the mouth of hell," but it turns out that we weren't sitting at the mouth of hell. So this is "Sitting at the Southernmost Point in Mainland Greece at an Abandoned Lighthouse."|
|This is an old church off the road near some ancient quarries. This is one of the things Lonely Planet didn't think was worth seeing. They are such liars.|
|Here's another view of our olive grove at Elies hotel, just to remind you how great Elies is.|
A quick word about food: the first night we stayed in Kardamyli, we had to drive into the next town to get dinner. That town's called Stoupa. It's pronounced the same way I imagine a German person saying the word "super" in heavily accented English. That's probably a complete mischaracterization of German people, and I do apologize. Back to Stoupa. If you go, there's an Italian place that I want to put in a plug for, because they were extremely nice to us. The restaurant is called Rodi. They had a menu in Greek, English, and German (stoupa!). The food was really good. It's right along the main drag by the beach. Go give those people your money.
The second night, we ate at a souvlaki place in Kardamyli. It was fine. It was the only place open that was serving food. The locals were congregated at two other places, both of which were only serving coffee. Maybe people here have learned to survive on coffee and conversation alone.
We're going to leave Mani in our next post, so scroll back through these photos repeatedly if you haven't had your fill yet.