Freezing your (pick yer body part) off at Odyssey? Come to where the sun shines, come to Iliada.
This sector has something for everyone. Heroically crappy gray slabs, wicked hard pocketed walls, long routes, short routes, wallabies, random car parts from a '77 Pinto, herpes--EVERYTHING. There's even, yes, a couple of showcase cave routes that only the immortal shall send. (But flailing and failing are highly encouraged!)
Fair warning about the sun: It does come around (relatively) early and fry these walls. Some corners and caves will stay cooler than the rest, but vampires and the Irish will want to bring along some lead shielding.
Head north outta Masouri and nod at all the gapers gathering below the Hotel Ph??? for the slough up to the Grand Grotto. Keep walking. Soonish, when signs of civilization begin to peter out, just after you've passed through the s-turn bend in the road, look up at about 2 o'clock. You'll see a short shelf of prime lime, grey and orange and holed with a few prominent caves.
Turn right (just AFTER you've walked under the entirety of Iliada) up a fresh concrete road that actually passes for some sucker's driveway. Park above his house, or if'n you're on foot, jump up on his stone goat wall on the south (right) and march up his property (go ahead--everyone does it) until you get to the road again. Only now it'll be gravel.
Cross the road and around the high-ball boulder, then up the steep trail. When you see the masses start trending left to Odyssey, keep heading up and tell 'em you're lost.
Eventually, about the time you start running up the wash, a path will branch off directly south (right). Take it and vwha-laa. You're at Iliada. If everyone shakes their heads and tells you you're at North Cape, then you walked way too damn far north along the main road. Hike down and go find that concrete spur, idiot. Unless they're telling you in an outrageous French accent. In which case they're trying to pull a Euro on you. Cut their rope and continue on.
"Those crimpers are MONEY!"~Matt Nance[The following is as reported by Mr. Nance.] A two-crux power animal. Works up hero tufa jugs right into a Euro smackdown crux just as the wall seems to un-steepen a bit. Jet past (you've got a long way to go, suckha), and move up the powerful tech-y face, comically sustained. But you won't be laughing long if you don't take advantage of the rest before you get to the vicious crimp crux and have to fire through the unexpectedly sharp and highly sequential cr...[more]Browse More Classics in International