We crank the west side of the Mani along. Almost perched on each hill is a village with the typical residential towers. Fortunately, you do not always have to drive through, because the streets are very narrow. The country is criss-crossed by ancient terraces. We wonder, when were they created?
A beach is particularly striking, it is dazzling white. The pebbles are huge and resemble dinosaur eggs. Again in the lowlands we find a nice restaurant, where they even harvest local salt.
From Kalamata it our route turns into the mountains through a huge gorge. The driver moans because of the many cranks, but the landscape is gigantic. After the highest point, the road is carved right in the stone, no wonder that a highway was built around it.