Kalambaka is a town with sufficient hotels as well as hostel dormitories. We were taken in by Mama Dora’s Greco hostel. As the name suggests, she was a kind soul treating all her guests as her very own children. Conversing with her whilst having delicious pizza and coffee made by her, we were informed that she had received a doctorate from Cambridge University on English Literature. She was also the Principal of her very own school. She was forced to shut down the school due to the recent financial crisis that struck Greece. She was cultivating her own food supplies rather than simply buying them from outside. In fact, the bell peppers, tomatoes and onions in the pizza itself were from her own backyard.
After a wonderful breakfast, we got dressed up and headed over to the top of the mountains. Starting at 9am, there is a bus heading back and forth in every two hours, till 3pm to go to the monasteries from Kalambaka. But we chose to go in a car arranged by Dora so we could stop and see the perfect viewpoints on the road. Dimitri, who assisted Mama Dora was our driver for the day. Dimitri was a postgraduate who after facing unemployment in Greece joined along with Mama Dora in hopes of a livelihood. Back to the journey, we’d been peaking up the mountains. Meteora is filled with round-shaped, glistening rocks.