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The travel company Macs Adventure has arranged our trip (yes, I really did just type ‘adventure holidays' into a search engine), which includes transferring our luggage between hotels and providing us with route notes for each day's walk.

After only one day of walking, my legs are covered in cuts and grazes. I was certain before we set out that a well-worn pair of Converse trainers would suffice as footwear, but am horrified to discover that they offer neither enough grip nor support.

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Narnia is the theme of our first stop: the village of Chania, near the top of Mount Pelion. The forest, descending from the terrace of the Hotel Manthos, VOLOS LARISSA TRANSFER spreads out like a green carpet to the sea, while swallows patrol the sky above.

Despite the latter, VOLOS PORT TAXI a fatal combination of overconfidence (I am seized by the delusion that I am a born explorer) and poor map-reading causes us to set off in the opposite direction to that in which we should be heading.

But there are compensations later. The beaches of Agios Ioannis are beautifully clear, Pelion taxi fronted by a succession of tavernas.
Chris, desperate to check the financial markets (his mobile phone is a constant feature on our walks), is delighted by the hotel wi-fi, while I provide a bit of visual contrast on the beach — a pallid interloper surrounded by bronzed Greeks.

This early 19th-century building is full of telescopes, books and prints, while outside you can take tea or drinks in the hotel's own treehouse. Our night is spent in the wonderfully quirky Lost Unicorn Hotel in Tsagarada. In between these two, poor reading of the directions (again) causes us to accidentally climb a hill that must surely be known locally as the Greek Matterhorn.

Blaming my inadequate footwear rather than lack of fitness, VOLOS IGOUMENITSA TAXI I struggle on — and VOLOS ACHILLION TAXI soon the prospect of a lunch of Pelion sausage in peppers and aubergine and a Mythos beer has lubricated my joints. By this stage my blisters are less of a problem than the fact that my knees no longer seem to be functioning.