The Peloponnese: The Ancient Olympics Meet the Wild West
Ghost towns and ancient history await travelers who take the four-hour drive from Athens to this ancient peninsula
- By Rick Steves
- Smithsonian magazine, April 2009, Subscribe
If you want to get away from it all when traveling in Greece, head for the Peloponnesian Peninsula. Studded with antiquities, this land of ancient Olympia, Corinth, and Sparta offers plenty of fun in the eternal Greek sun, with pleasant fishing villages, sandy beaches, bathtub-warm water, and none of the tourist crowds that plague the much-scrambled-after Greek Isles.
When I visited ancient Olympia recently for a TV show and guidebook, it was worth the four-hour drive from Athens. This sight should be a required pilgrimage for modern tourists. Olympia’s once-majestic temple columns—toppled like a tower of checkers by an earthquake—are as impressive (with the help of the excellent museum) as anything from ancient times.
Olympia was a mecca of ancient Greek religion—its greatest sanctuary and one of its most important places of worship. Ancient Greeks came here only every four years, during the religious festival that featured the Olympic Games. The original Olympic Games were more than an athletic fest. Athletes, who were usually aristocratic youth, would stay here to train for months. There were no losers...except those who quit and cheated. Drinking animal blood—the Red Bull of the day—was forbidden. Official urine drinkers tested for this ancient equivalent of steroids. Today, modern visitors just can’t resist lining up on that original starting block from the first Olympic Games in 776 B.C.
A few hours away is the Mani Peninsula—the southern tip of mainland Greece (in fact, of the entire Continent, east of Spain). It feels like the end of the road—stark and sparse. If Greece had a Tombstone and an OK Corral, this is where they’d be. Today’s population is a tiny fraction of what it once was. Many were killed in the violent bickering that seems to be a local tradition.
In the days of old, people hid out in the folds of the mountains, far from the coast...and marauding pirate ships. Empty, ghostly hill towns clamber barnacle-like up distant ridges and are fortified for threats from both without and within.
Only goats thrive here. While mountains edged with abandoned terraces hint that farming was once more extensive, olives have been the only Mani export for the last two centuries.
One of my favorite sights is the awe-inspiring hill town of Vathia a.k.a. Vendetta-Ville. The eighty-some houses were split north/south into two rival camps, which existed in a state of near-permanent hostility. Today Vathia is mostly uninhabited. Once-intimidating towers are now held together with boards and steel cables.
The tragic history and rugged landscape provide an evocative backdrop—making hedonism on the Mani coast all the more hedonistic. Kardamyli, a humble beach town, has a “Bali in a dust storm” charm. This handy base for exploring the Mani Peninsula works like a stun gun on your momentum. On my last trip, I could have stayed here for days, just eating well and hanging out. It’s the kind of place where travelers plan their day around the sunset.
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