After reading Homer, I figured I was ready to tackle where it all happened, the Peloponnese. I have more than a passing interest in Greek history and Greece itself. This fact, coupled with my last very wet English holidays, was a good spur to pack my panniers and set off to explore in a hospitable climate. (Forget your mudguards but bring your sun glasses!) My main worry was flying the bike. On landing at Athens airport, however, I was to find that my ela borate “wrap up” job had succeeded, bar a slightly bent carrier stay.