Thirty tunnels, a handful of bridges and two hours later we were at the beach on the coast of Epirus, something that a few years ago would have been unimaginable. That drive used to be 4-5 hours of white-knuckled, cliff-hugging roads where every pass of a truck was a life-threatening risk. Now, you speed through on a double laned highway literally through the mountains. Yet, as amazingly quick and (safer) as it is, a part of me misses the breathtaking beauty and the sleepy villages the old road wound through. Now, you only see snippets of scenery between tunnels as you race through at 130 km/h. That's progress, I guess...we're all in a hurry to get from point A to B, and we forget to enjoy the journey between the two.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
30 Tunnels to the Beach
Thirty tunnels, a handful of bridges and two hours later we were at the beach on the coast of Epirus, something that a few years ago would have been unimaginable. That drive used to be 4-5 hours of white-knuckled, cliff-hugging roads where every pass of a truck was a life-threatening risk. Now, you speed through on a double laned highway literally through the mountains. Yet, as amazingly quick and (safer) as it is, a part of me misses the breathtaking beauty and the sleepy villages the old road wound through. Now, you only see snippets of scenery between tunnels as you race through at 130 km/h. That's progress, I guess...we're all in a hurry to get from point A to B, and we forget to enjoy the journey between the two.
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