Words by Tristan Kennedy | Photos by Callum Jelley
Greece is a country in crisis. All summer long the news coming out of Athens has been dire. Governments have fallen, radical new ones have taken their place. Riot police have fought pitched battles with protesters on the streets.
ATMs stopped dispensing cash for a while. And in conference rooms across Europe, Greek and German apparatchiks have locked horns in late night negotiations on a seemingly endless series of bailouts. Yes, things in Greece are bad.
At least, that’s what we’ve been told.
Sitting in a café on the island of Spetses, all this feels hard to believe. I’m surrounded by well-heeled Athenians, none of whom seems to be particularly short on cash. At least not if the large bottles of bubbly being ordered are anything to go by.
The bars along the sea front are all full and there are more people arriving all the time, tenders ferrying them to and from yachts so big they could belong to Bond villains. Looking around, you’d be hard-pushed to imagine that Greece is struggling. But then of course this scene also only tells part of the story…
Crisis? What Crisis?
I’ve come to Greece with rider and photographer Callum Jelley to explore the potential for mountain biking in the Peloponnese peninsula. Greece may not be the most obvious of mountain bike destinations. And August, when temperatures regularly rise above 30°C, might seem a stupid time to cycle there.