Tomorrow we shall leave ! For the Prodrome.
What is a prodrome ? Let’s have a look at the etymology:
prodome = lat.prodromus from greek prodromos, forerunner, composed by pro,
forward and dromos, run .
So a fact which anticipates another one.
Is it possible then to make a Prodrome not running, but just walking ? I think it is! I am going to do exactly this, a Prodrome to CamminaCreta (Walking in Crete). And I am going to do it seriously. I will accompany a group of six people on the White Mountains, the hardest part of Crete. There will be with me: Gherardo, the man who walks barefoot, Lauretta, Vincenza, Alberto, Laura and Luca.We will walk for eight days, reaching up to more than 2000 metres, maybe up until the top of Pachnes (2453 metres). Then down to the sea and again up further than 2000 metres, to the top of Gigilos. A real Prodrome, but without running. After this journey in the places of Crete I know better, I will be ready, trained, purified of every toxin, both physical and psycological, initiated for the long journey.
I have heard of only three people (all English) who tried to cross the length of Crete. The first was Christopher Thorne, who exactly twenty years ago crossed Crete from East to West. In fourteen days, as a speedy walker, almost runner, he followed though a route very different from the E4 – let’s say easier. He hardly climbed any mountain. I am going to do the opposite: to climb all the mountains of Crete. He published the book “Between the Seas”, which is interesting for he references to the history of Crete but lacking in descriptions of his walking. He was too concentrated on curing his blisters and running to cover the approximately 450 kilometres of his route in fourteen days; and often getting lost too.
Ten years ago, another Christopher, surname Somerville, tried. He was an english journalist who took a month to cross Crete and afterwards published the book “The Golden Step”. As an untrained walker, in his book he tells the vicissitudes he encounters on his journey, all the times he got lost and the parts of the route he missed out by using transport. At the end he succeeds, he arrives at the west coast of the island and his story proves interesting above all for descriptions of the people he meets along the way (this is the part which interests me more).
In 2003 it is the turn of an English boy of Greek origin, Stelios Jackson. He has published a blog in which he tells a part of this adventure and it is not clear whether he interrupted his walking or just his writing. The first part of it is long-winded, but sometimes interesting. Instead, too often he speaks in detail about the dozens of times he got lost, arrived at night and had to have someone to rescue him. He took more than double the time he expected, taking an advantage of his friend Rex who followed him with his car.
There are also other cases of unsuccessful walks. One has struck me especially: a blog of two boys, English also, I guess, who left from the west of the island. Their blog was really well done regarding the graphics, but after two days of walking they disappeared. The blog does not say what happened to them, whether they interrupted their walking or just their writing, or they are still wandering in the mountains, searching for a way out ! This is what happens on the net !
This is not my case. I would not talk of blisters or of crossroads where one does not know whether to go right or left. I promise you .For now I won’t say any more. At least, I’ll tell you what I won’t do.