Through the Valley of the Nightingales and up the mountain from Agios Konstantinos is a village filled with pottery, quaint cottages, and delicious grub. To say "up the mountain" really doesn't do justice to this ride. The forest is every level of green and life teems all around you. It feels more like the backdrop of a fairy tale than it does a Greek island. The road switchbacks severely and climbs at an angle that is definitely inappropriate for a FULLY loaded bike tourist. The only thing that kept me going was the desire to see what the forest could do next and as rewarding as the forest was the true reward was in the gem that lay at the end of the road - the village of Manolates. It was worth the climb and I'd do it again - shhh don't tell Basil.
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