After Athens, we continue our journey to the Western European leadership northern Péloponaise passing first the Corinth Canal along 6343 meters long and 21 meters wide dug by prisoners to 1882 (the who has made Péloponaise an island). Fred had himself a girlfriend that day, a grandmother who was selling doors happiness succumbed to its charm.
is happening without the knowledge of the village where we meet Yanis bike that offers us a drink on the spot. There, we meet by chance Bertrand, a French, who was passing by to go to his Greek course. We chat a few hours, and night approached he invites us into the family of his girlfriend to spend the night. Vasilis is the brother peanut seller, we made a supply of protein for a few days.
We skirt the entire coast north of the island whose main crop orange and olive trees. Of succulent oranges as I have ever eaten, juicy like a sponge saturated with water.
On the road, we met Mark, a cyclist came to Ireland with his little bike, beginning a long road to the east. He had spotted a nice little beach there to lay the tent.
After a little bath in the Mediterranean to polish up a bit these few days of biking, we spend the evening to share the adventures of traveling around a small campfire under a magnificent starry sky.
First bath of the year: a February 15 
Then we take the ferry from Igoumenitsa to Corfu, which gives its name to the main city. All around are beautiful pebble beaches overhung by huge villas. Popular tourist island in the summer and wanted by the well-filled purses ... A water paradise, which is transparent and does not even dark with a swell that moves funds!
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