This path leads deep into the wilderness on Mt. Athos, Greece. It's old, very old.
This path was probably laid down before European explorers found my homeland of New Zealand. I walked along it from one monastery to the next, as monks have done for centuries.
I was the only one traversing this isolated spot, and probably the only one to pass this way for quite some time.
Everyone uses vehicles now. They might arrive at their destination faster, in more comfort, but they miss out on the rare beauty that still exists in the winding road disappearing into the hills.
They also miss out on being eaten alive by biting flies. But we won't dwell on that.