Round the bends we go, up and up, leaving the valley behind us. The Landcruiser handles the road gracefully, but the obstacles on the road remain. Villagers lead their cattle and goats onwards to better pastures, zig-zagging across the road. You turn to look at the owner of the beasts and see only a child, holding their hand out…for what? Anything…

Defeated donkeys laden with straw and wheat plod into their oblivion preferring the white lines of the road to the side. At one turn a crazed sheep runs clumsily in front of the vehicle for 50 metres before it moves to the safety of a hillside. I don’t think anyone has ever told it how silly it looks when it runs!

But most of all there are people. People bent underneath straw and wheat. Groups of women carrying their babies. People with their animals making the long trek home. 

The obstacles make for slow progress but an interesting ride through the wheat fields and mountains. Christos curses and beeps and waves his hands, but nothing changes the road…their road…