National Geographic : 1956 Jan
The National Geographic Magazine leave at 4 in the morning to climb Olympus. The coffee-shop proprietor whom George asked about a hotel was enormously fat, and he undulated with laughter at the question. "Why should there be an inn at Kokkinop 16s?" he roared. "Everyone who lives here has his own house, and no one who doesn't live here would want to spend the night in Kokkinopl6s." We asked if we could spread our sleeping bags in a near-by field. "You certainly cannot," said the proprietor. "You will stay at my house. My mother-in law snores like an earthquake and my children will drive you mad with questions, but my wife is the best cook in Greece and our feather beds are soft as clouds. Finish your coffee and come with me." He had not exaggerated his wife's culinary talent. She served a great dish of moussaka -eggs, flour, meat, and eggplant-which was delicious. The beds were all he had promised, too. So, unfortunately, was his mother-in law's snoring. It rolled through the little house like a 21-gun salute, and when I did sleep I dreamed that Zeus was furious at our plan to climb Olympus and was hurling his famous thunderbolts across our bed. At dawn we walked briskly across the dewy stubble of the newly cut fields, returning the cheerful kalimera sas (good morning) of the farmers hard at work with flails and sieves. Far from a Garage, Stranded Motorists Get Help from Truckers and a Monk A rock through the crankcase stopped the Shors near the monastery of Osios Loukas. This big truck roared to the rescue, but its heavy tow hook did not fit. The abbot, riding up on a mule, contributed the needed rope. A machine shop in Distomo quickly repaired the damage (page 61).