Then up the road again to the Castilian Spring where pilgrims to the oracles and sanctuary of Apollo, which was the main focus of Delphi, were obliged to ritually purify themselves by washing in the water. I drank from the spring but it didn’t cure the sinus infection all the air conditioning had given me.
Then we walked to the main entrance and while our tour guide Tom got the tickets we played with the cats.
The Temple of Apollo is not very well preserved but even with only a few of its Doric columns left it’s still a dominating presence.
This place mattered. It rings with the significance of centuries. Before Apollo it’s thought to have been sacred to Gaia. But the heat (41 degrees Celsius) made it a little difficult to focus.
But we made it to the top of the hill where the stadium of the Pythian Games stood. But no one was capable of running, we’d save that for Olympia.
The Delphi Museum is well-worth a visit but don’t buy any of their wildly over-priced drinks (though the cheese pie is pretty good). As you enter up the stairs, tap on the wall. Each block resonates with a different musical note.
Then it was back to the bus and Itea for our first afternoon off and the sea called us back again. Though today we noticed some dead jellyfish on the beach. “Ew” I thought. Then we went swimming, had a laugh, before noticing one the size of a hat-box oozing towards us through the water. I have never got out of the sea so fast. As it turns out the sea around Itea is full of giant jellyfish and we hadn’t realised when swimming in it at night, in the pitch black.