Back then, before COVID-19, i used to work in a facility located in an excellent spot of Athens. Since the weather in Greece in ususally good, i was spending my breaks outdoors, gazing upon the urban walkers. Among the marvelous view, police patrols and bizzare ways of administration (but that is another story), many tourists were passing by on their way to visit one significant monument near by.

A significant number of them, besides the convenience of modern technology, were totaly unprepared for a small yet demanding visit in the area. So, following the old tradition of travellers, they were covering the gaps by asking. Mosly asking me. That was happening for two reasons. First, the obvious, i was there. Second, you have to see me and understand it, i exhale confidence, reassurance and nobility.

Among many funny stories, one is earning the top place. A young man from some western country is approaching me, while enjoying the sun like a crocodile, asking directions about going to Delphi. For you who do not know what Delphi is, you can follow this link https://bit.ly/2GMQMWZ . I am congradulating him for his option, since Greece is more than sea, sun and moussaka and informing him about a plethora of options such as regular buses, organized tours or rental car agengies.

«No, he is delcaring with passion, i want to go on foot».

I am explaining that Delphi is about 180 kilometers, or 108 miles if you prefer, away. The tourist though is insisting on going there walking and also claiming that «on the map, the destination seems to be much closer». Usually, in such cases, one must explain that the distances on maps are in scale but i was kinda bored that day for a lesson of basic geography. So i just gave him the directions he was asking for.

«Go north and in 8 hours, turn left».

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