Today I did a big loop to Polis and back again, in the opposite direction to that which I had done before. I also made a small detour to take some pictures of the concentration camp at Polemi. My unkle thinks this may be a relic of the 50s, now out of use. Why keep it though, and have a massive sign on the front of it?

The rest of the ride was fairly regular, apart from the last few days of riding starting to take it’s toll on me. I was getting twinges of pain in my right knee, no doubt due to the low (60-80rpm) cadence up the steep hills.

The bike is all packed up now, ready to go home. It’ll definitely need a wash when I get back.