‘Buy on the bullets’ is the cry of the most ruthless stockbrokers — invest just before a war, after the stock markets dive, before the recovery kicks in. In the same way, now is the time for us heartless continental drivers to head for poor, battered Greece. Maybe it’s not quite war-torn yet, but driving around the Peloponnese this autumn was like touring a post-apocalyptic ghost town.
Once you get out of the sun-bleached concrete sprawl of Athens, the splendid motorway to Kalamata is eerily empty at all hours of the day. Rocketing along at 80 mph, I could afford to stare for several seconds at the Corinth canal below me, and the ancient acropolis of Corinth above, with little danger — there was no one to crash into.
A good map or satnav is crucial — many Greek road signs are obliterated by graffiti or rampant vegetation. Make sure you’re loaded down with lots of euros in change. In a bid to cut the deficit, there are toll booths every few miles. Take notes, too: some petrol stations have closed down and lots of those remaining only accept cash. It’s a good idea to always keep at least a quarter of a tank of petrol in reserve.
The Italian love affair with the car continues, apparently undimmed by the country’s economic crisis. There’s not much point in driving in the traffic-choked cities, or even between them. Better to take the train — the fast one between Rome and Naples is only an hour and ten minutes — and then hire a car the other end for tootling around.
Don’t use the car hire companies’ websites. Go to the comparison ones — I use carrentals.co.uk or holidayautos.co.uk — and the cost is halved.
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