Gareth Mason

The value of understanding the Greek alphabet occurred to me while looking at near indecipherable street signs. Also, how some maps give the streets completely different names.
I had the first of my half-dozen gyros dinners.

I took the 1730 ferry from Rafina. Only one terminal at the end of little quay – not the confusing port I expected. It was a full-size boat – not the smaller nippier craft I had envisaged. Finding the bus-stop was trickier and involved asking lots of questions. Luckily, I did this before visiting the archaeological museum as most of these out of town buses are spread about vague areas of the city without useful signage to make the process predictable.

With time running out, I headed off to Delphi the next morning. Thankfully, I left early for the hidden bus-station, which I walked past before realising that the overgrown pavement I was following alongside a major road suggested I was straying from the path.