It was my last evening in Greece. I felt sad both to be returning to Britain and because of the reason that I was returning early. having been blown out on my hot date with the amazing woman, I drove from the abandoned monastery not back to the hovel but to the village one last time for supper. Having problems parking in the Centre of kambos I continued on the main road out of the village seeking a place to turn.
As one leaves the village you start to climb the base of a hill on whose top stands the Frankish castle of Zarnata. As the road heads round a bend there is a parking and turning spot where I stopped the motor. Looking back below us is a ruined tower house which sits just above the Mycenaean tombs, the real hidden gems of Kambos. Behind them lies the village and on a clear day from this spot you can even see the hovel in the very far distance.
