The full Mani followed by a root canal

Iain is going to be able to claim to be part Greek from this week, thanks to new fillings and root canals courtesy of a very lovely lady dentist in Gythio. The previous filling was left somewhere in Italy and Iain was planning on taking the risk as to whether he could survive the next 10 months with a gappy tooth. We decided it wasn’t a great risk to take so on Tuesday morning he had an appointment to replace the lost filling, two hours later he re-appeared with a temporary filling and three more appointments for a root canal! Dentist said a filling would not last until we got home so she wanted to do the full works. I believe she had big windows and saw us coming but we can’t take the chance so himself is toughening up as if a temporary filling takes two hours, lord alone knows how long a root canal over three visits is going to be.

Due to the forthcoming suite of dental appointments our plans for the Mani were curtailed down to two days. To be honest if we had had two months we could still have stayed longer, whilst I have said I will not continue to say everywhere is amazing, incredible etc. etc in the case of the Mani it would be wrong not to say just how gorgeous it is. Whilst it is the most rural part of the Peloponnese that doesn’t mean there is less to see, far from it.  The area and the people are known as the Mani, which translates in English to the either ‘mania’ or ‘full of rage’, luckily for us everyone was the usual super Greek friendly, rage is not a word you can see being used that often here. It wasn’t that long ago that many of the villages could not be reached unless by sea. Nowadays there is a winding road up and down each side of the peninsular and its a bit of a tourist attraction in the summer months.

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High on a hill Mani villages

From the main road there are numerous small lanes at every turn which lead  down to small harbours or to tiny fortified villages. Many of the houses are refurbished original fortified dwellings and there are still plenty of ruins just waiting to be snapped up. Just as many are new builds though, I guess its easy to be a tourist and not like the new stuff but this is partly what is bringing people back to live in the area so sometimes the new has it value even if it doesn’t look anywhere near as good.

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The peninsula is split in two by the mountains running down the spine. We crossed over at the top to Aeropoli and took the anti-clockwise route. The caves at Dirou were high on our list to visit but as the sun was out and the sky was blue we both felt that dark and dank caves were not essential to the day. Aeropolis itself seems very like most of the modest towns in the area, plenty of min-markets and not much else. The road running down the East side is fairly straight forward, through some lovely villages but nothing to write home about.

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We stopped off at the village of Koita where there was a good mix of ruins, beautifully restored Mani type dwellings and a fair few sympathetic new builds. There was one newish small road around the edge of the village but the old footpaths and cobbled alley ways are the main routes to most of the houses. Of course wandering around out of tourist season we stuck out like a sore thumb but everyone without exception had a smile or a wave for us.

As we wandered around we came across a lovely Greek lady sat on her steps who called us over for a chat,  we had a conversation of sorts with her pointing out that her house had been rebuilt 10 years ago. We went through our outstanding Greek repertoire of wishing her well and telling her where we are from, to which she replied in Greek, we guess something of the effect of,  “ah British, is that why your husband is one skinny sod, let me get you something to eat”, she then disappeared into her house. A few minutes later she emerged with a massive smile and an equally large paper bag full of almond crisp biscuits. Again and again its the kindness and friendliness of the Greeks that just tips the Peloponnese into the special category for us.

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the friendly biscuit lady

Up to now I have been a bit of a fan of the Byzantine churches and have struggled to resist a photo of them. This obsession has been cured as we must have seen upwards of 50 churches whilst we were driving the peninsula, at times it has seemed there are more churches than people. Add to these the ‘churches on a stick’ type shrines which were every couple of hundred metres and the time has come to admit we are all churched out.

We stopped overnight in the village of Gerolimenas where we saw a handful of people, most of whom were stopped at the hotel for coffee. One of those places that is a picture postcard village around a harbour with nothing there except for maybe eight or nine tavernas, a very small pebble beach and a small mini-market. It is a relatively newish village, only built in the late 1870’s as a port where ships could offload and store cargo. Several of the old warehouses are derelict now but most of the houses are well restored and used as holiday accommodation. Having hardly seen a soul all day we parked up in a small car-park next to the harbour for the night, lo and behold there was another GB registered motorhome parked up in front of us. No one seemed to mind either of us being there but late evening the hotel did stick their generator on for the night, so much for a quiet nights sleep next to the beach for us then, it was like sleeping on a runway.

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The village of Vathia is one of the most famous villages of the Mani, you can see why on the approach, it  is spectacular as its perched on the side of the hill with the towers looming over the landscape. The old village is deserted but within a few feet there are some newer houses, a few mangy cats were around and a young couple camping (tent the lot) in the courtyard of one of the new builds but no one else to be seen. We had thought we would need to search out the fortified villages but they are everywhere. The most impressive thing to us is how they blend into the landscape, as the houses are built from stone quarried within a mile or so and the houses just disappear back into the scenery.

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the village of Vathia

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Several people had told us that driving the Mani in a motorhome would be difficult as the roads were too narrow. We found the main road around was fine, the local bus passed us twice so its a good road despite what people would have us believe. We did find some of the roads down to villages and the harbours a little tight, but still we have not seen either a width or length restriction, it really is a case of if you can make it go for it, if you can’t then you will get stuck. Iain has better nerves than me and will take the van pretty much where he wants, whilst we are only 6 metres long I do worry about the height more sometimes as much as the length, we have had a couple of near misses with low overhanging balconies. But without the need to struggle down any of the small lanes and tracks the views are incredible. The ‘main’ road zigzags along up and down mountains, through villages and all along we found plenty of places to pull over and just admire the scenery.

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We reached our furthest point South today at Porto Kaigo, where there was a helpful sign for “camper parking”. Obviously the best thing to do then is blindly follow the sign, we did, straight down the beach! There was a workman building a wall at the back of the car-park who looks a little stunned to see us arrive, maybe they meant tent campers but hey ho we were in and parked. From the edge of the village there was a pathway over the hills to a teeny church, a bit Mama Mia without the steps, and then the  footpath lead to the end of the Europe, well for us our very furthest point South – its pretty well North all the way for us now.

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Yeah – just drive along the beach

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Port Kaigo chapel above the village

We rounded our trip off with another stop at Kotronas, for us one of the most perfect little stopping points for no reason than it has a cafe, a harbour, a jetty and the clearest and most turquoise sea we have yet to see. Back at camp and the top news is the new Kindle has arrived 🙂 there have been a few nerves as it was fours days late, reading the envelope its been in Germany for three of them for some reason. Who cares, its here now and all is well again in my world.

Once the whole dentist shebang is out of the way it will be time for us to move on and head for the third finger of the Peloponnese, hopefully Monday or Tuesday. We would of thought we would have seen pretty much everything we want to in the last month but there is still a list as long as your arm of things we we want to see or places we would like to visit so with the good weather forecast to be hanging around it seems a good time to move and find somewhere new to base ourselves for a few weeks.

kotronas2 (4)Lets see if the smile is there after a few hours of root canal work?


16 thoughts on “The full Mani followed by a root canal

  1. What an adventure this is turning out to be – and with root canal work thrown in for good measure. Probably best to get that dental work done before it becomes a crisis!

    Love all the photos by the way.



    • Sure what sort of an adventure would it be without a good visit to the dentist? just happy its not my visit (I know bad karma on me now!)


  2. Why oh why do our teeth let us down as soon as we leave the UK! I, too, had problems, left a molar (extraction) in Cabopino only for a filling to fall out two days later! The dentist, gave me one of those worried looks and said I think you need root canal! I was lucky and managed to get away with just a filling! Extraction 60 euros, filling 60 euros, did a great job so all good. All my best and good luck with your treatment. Great photos again.


      • Well done, gosh I bet you didn’t think you’d have all that to contend with too. I wonder how much it’ll cost in Greece…do let us know, it’ll be interesting to see the difference. Hope all is well


  3. So lovely to read of your tales back to one of my most favourite parts of Europe. And so glad too to see that it doesn’t look like it’s changed. How could it?! Good luck at the dentists, and enjoy Momenvassia when you get there 🙂


    • its fast becoming our favourite part of Europe too, it seems like the land that tourism forgot to spoil. We move on Monday after final dentist visit, will post you some memories of Momenvassia 🙂


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