Just 2 days ago, we were total Philistines when it came to piles of old stones. Today, for the second time in a row, we had perfect weather and the perfect guide. She was a late-twenties local resident, with a first and a Master’s degree in archeology. 

She knew subtle details about the ancient Olympic Games we wouldn’t have believed could be uncovered. We were taken through how the games were organised, how training was done, how the victors were rewarded and the Halls of Fame and of Shame (for those caught cheating).

She knew in detail how the excavations and restorations had been completed (and was not afraid to point out shoddy workmanship). She knew the history of Greece and its wars with Sparta. As a result, when you add that she was a natural storyteller with near perfect English, the whole place came alive.

As with yesterday, for a perfect tour excursion, 90% of its success depends on your guide (10% for weather, etc.).

The ship docked in Katakolon, a very pretty port about 40 minutes from Olympia. It’s a small, but picturesque, place, which we’d planned to explore during the afternoon. However, whilst we were away, two of these massive floating cities had arrived, and the town was knee deep in people. Having had such a great morning we decided not to risk taking the shine off the day and made the most of what our ship had to offer.