With the advice of my hosts, I decided to drive one town over(named Vitsa, three minutes away), and begin a hike. I would go down into the gorge, and pass several old bridges, on the way to Kipoi(pronounced Kipi I believe). The decline was slow, so the walk began easily. At first there were mountain views, and then there were views into the gorge. As I don't like to look over the side, I decided to hunt for insects.
Eventually, I reached the first bridge, Misiou. I was able to walk below the bridge, as the river had dried up. I named it "rock river" in my head. After taking photos, I had to figure out how to get to the other side, as it was required to continue the hike. After some investigation, I decided there was no way to climb up the rocks on the other side. I was forced to cross. There was a short barrier on either side of the bridge as you walk across, but it was not super high. After preparing myself for about five minutes, I hastily slunk across.
After a distance, I encountered the second bridge, the Bridge of Kokkoros. There seemed to be even less railing here. Luckily, I would not have to cross this bridge or any of the others. It was a bit hard to decipher where the trail on my app wanted me to go next, but it turned out I simply had to follow the rock river.
The rock river curved left and right, up and down, before the last bridge finally appeared, the three arched Plakida-Kalogeriko bridge.
I hiked the path that led up to the road and a few minutes later I was sitting at a cafe in Kipoi, drinking water and refilling my bottles. There were two more bridges within a seven minute walk from town, so I walked on. Before arriving at either, I encountered my first tortoise of the trip. The first bridge was so unimpressive, that I will not bother posting it here. The second one was only mildly more interesting.
My choices were to find a taxi or to walk back. I decided to walk back, but rather than taking the same trail that I took coming, I would walk the main road until it crossed a hike down to meet up with the path just before the very first bridge. Cicadas were pretty loud after I crossed the bridge. I noticed at one point that after I had walked past a loud area, it went silent. I thought that perhaps I was close enough that a cicada sensed my movement. And there it was.
I arrived back near the hotel and picked up two small Gatorades from a local shop. I took it easy for a while and then walked into the old town for dinner. Edit: I confused the dinner with the following night. On this night I tried a pie restaurant and got a vegetable pie and a mushroom pie, which tasted quite different from each other. The mushroom pie was better.
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