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I had just come from that direction, passing *one* sleeping dog.

Maybe it was because I was exhausted from walking up one of the steepest, straight roads I've ever seen, but I thought it would be a good idea to take a picture of a sleeping, stray dog. Well of course he woke up, and seeing me standing there like a dummy, went crazy. His barking and running around, that wasn't so bad... until his buddy (left) tore around the corner.

He crept into position and went straight for my Achillies tendon, getting a good nip through my boots, accurate as hell. Son of a bitch! Surprised, but not wishing not to end up dogmeat, I did what I suspected a Greek man would do, and shouted at them like I had enough of this bullshit and somebody was going to pay. They calmed down instantly and left me alone, suddenly not in the mood.

So yeah, stray dogs everywhere, sad scene. But they'll eat you, so use caution. What's that expression about sleeping dogs?

9:45, time for souvlaki.

Bad time to visit the seaside (Loutraki). Good time to sit inside, eat little fried fish, grilled sardines, horiatiki, and drink cold pilsner. These were dreary conditions so the colors were exaggerated as an experiment, but the water really is a beautiful color.

Earphones while riding--not a big deal apparently, and better for singing. A frappé in one hand was also popular.