5.30am is when quarry action starts in the countryside near Thiva. I am woken by 3 enormous trucks passing 20 metres where I am peacefully resting. I can't help but laugh at the scenario the drivers are faced with. Three motorbikes, 0ne tent and one daft sod in a sleeping bag in the middle of a field. I get a smile and a wave from one driver, the others carry on without barely noticing we were there.
At a respectable hour Miake and Rick wake, to find me packed and ready for the off. I wish them well on their journey to Deli, which prompts Miake to inquire if I want the web address where I can get a carnet, for Suzi, so I will be able to pass into Iran. I pass on the but I vow to keep in touch. A great couple on a true adventure of a lifetime.
Although I have left them, their mentality has stayed with me. I ride to Mycenae, the home of Agamemnon's citadel. I pitch up at a very interesting little family run campsite. I am the only guest but the campsite is still loud and action packed. After several family rows I feel I am invading on their privacy. I head to the ruins.
The entrance, the Lion Gate, is the most impressive sight. Still standing tall, the gate gives the scale needed to realise how formidable the fort would have been. The only other specticle was the Circle Of Graves, which is self explanatory.
The rest of the site comprises of walkways with information boards. After reading a couple I find that I am looking but not reading. I give up and take it for what it is; rocks on a hill with great weather and a lovely views. It is however tainted. There are Americans everywhere, some of whom are so obnoxious. I over hear one saying 'It's easy to see why they are twenty years behind the rest of us'. She should cross to Albania or even still visit some countries in Africa. I retreat back to the campsite, armed with ear plugs.
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