Nafplion, Greece
Nafplion, almost directly eastward on the opposite side of the Pelopenesian peninsula from Katalokon, close to the Corinth Canal
and the major historic sites of Mycaenae and Epidaurus, and only a few hours' drive from Athens, is an ideal spot for relaxation. Although it has become much more commercial than when I spent the night here in 1993 (what place in the world hasn't?), it is still less developed than the more popular resorts of the Greek Islands.
We tender to shore while the Zuiderdam sits peacefully at anchor (hard to believe all the turmoil its exterior hides). Many visitors opt for the long and arduous hike up the hillsides to the town's protective fortress, but I am content to remain at sea level and just enjoy the vistas of the sea and hills and the smaller pleasures of the shops and cafes that line the narrow streets. The Xenia Hotel, where I stayued in 1993, sits atop one of the higher hills, reached by a secret elevator built inside the rocks. I remember well my astonishment upon arriving on a bus tour and then being whisked up to a room with incredible views. Today I concentrate on an incredible lunch--portions large enough for at least two--of Greek salad, moussaka, and local beer.
Back on the Zuiderdam I catch KK, the destination specialist, to talk about getting into Athens from the harbor tomorow. I plan to ride the Metro--one of the things I like to do in every city that has one--about a 20-minute walk from the ship. KK is very adamant that taking the Express Bus, just a few blocks away, is a much better option for getting into the city. She really pushes the bus option, and I decide that I will take the Metro back from Athens, but follow her confident guidance getting into the city. As I have already hinted, this advise doesn't work so well and KK's exuberant over-confidence in her own experience turned out to be troublesome for others.
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