In my last post I showed you the lovely walkway in Nafplio. If you turn right at the end of the walkway (instead of heading left back into town), you find yourself on a lovely trail which is perfect for an evening run.
Be careful though, it is much tougher (and longer) than the walkway; even though it follows the cliff there are lots of steep uphills and downhills, but if I lived in Nafplio it could easily become one of my regular route. And if you’re brave you can run up some very steep switchbacks from the beach to the top of the hill – all the way to the fortress.
Lois and I found this wonderful cliffside walk around the outside of the town in Nafplio. The sun was beating against the rocks and the heat was bouncing down onto the walkway, so it was pretty warm – much warmer than we anticipated earlier in the day when we bundled ourselves into jeans and jerseys.
We found this little arch in the middle of the path; a nice spot for a little respite from the heat of the day.
It’s not a long walk, only about 1500m from the harbour to the bottom of the fortress stairs, but you can swing a right and carry on down a dirt path for another few km if you want (which of course I did a day or 2 later).
The East gates into the old city of Avignon. I can imaging what it would have looked like without the traffic lights and with a big wooden gate closing the city at night.
The Swietokrzyski Bridge (don’t ask me to pronounce that – it means Holy Cross) is a suspension bridge across the Vistula river in Warsaw. I took these two pics when I went for an afternoon run to explore the city. I love the converging lines that the support cable create as they climb to meet in the sky.
Before I visited the Grand Canyon I was told that it would take my breath away. But I’ve been told that about many places I have visited, and I wasn’t
sure what to expect.
When I got to the canyon and visited the rim, it quite literally took my breath away. There simply is no way any picture can come close to describing the experience of being a tiny person standing on the edge looking down into that massive hole in the land. It’s huge. Douglas Adams would almost certainly have said that it was mindbogglingly huge, and he would have be right.
I was speechless. It took me about 5 minutes before I could gather my thoughts and attempt to describe what I was seeing to Lois. The canyon is almost 2km deep; you could put the whole of Table Mountain into it, and place another Table Mountain on top of that, and it would be about level (you would still have loads of space around the edges).
I’m not doing much justice describing my experience, and I know that if you visit you will understand what I am trying to say; the scale is just so profound.
Best you get there yourself.