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Acropolis now!

Sorry, aside from the weak pun in that title, there's nothing much to laugh about in this one.

This is an interesting time to be cycling around Greece, if it's mostly a depressing time to be Greek. Most conversations with able English speakers, once they've gone past the pleasantries, dive into Greece's financial woes. And they are many. This isn't just a result of the financial crisis we've all suffered. Greece has additional problems on top of those.

Greece building under construction
A few days ago, I met Peter, the owner of a campsite, a very pleasant campsite with a lovely stretch of beach, a very pleasant campsite with very few guests. "Usually we're busy right now, " he said, "but this year we've never had more than 11 people on any given day." If you're wondering why Peter's English is so good, that's because he was born in London. His family moved near Corinth when he was six. To me he seemed utterly Greek but, as a Brit (officially), he couldn't vote in the recent election. He admitted that the Greek people weren't blameless. In recent decades, they were offered easy ways out of paying tax and they took them but, he argued, it's the job of solid government to ensure that there aren't easy ways out. Would you pay less tax if you could get away with it? That's a personal choice. 

When I came to Greece for the first time in 1997, there were hundreds of houses that had flat roofs and metal poles at each corner suggesting that a second or third floor was planned. I was told at that time that the reason for this was that you only had to pay tax on a house once it was finished. The owners had no intention of adding a third storey but, with the metal poles in place awaiting an imaginary floor, they could argue that tax wasn't due. This is only now being addressed.

'Peter calculated that between 70 per cent and 80 per cent of his income now goes to the government'

But as well as obvious fixes, the tax situation has gone into overdrive. Peter calculated that between 70 per cent and 80 per cent of his income now goes to the government. Additional ad hoc payments are also regularly announced that all businesses have to pay, even ones that don't have many campers.

Eleni, the joyful woman from whom The Lovely Nina and I rented a flat in Athens for a few days, told a similar but more disturbing story. The political parties that had been in power for years, the ones that co-won the recent election, were utterly corrupt. Defense Minister Akis Tsochatzopoulos personally creamed off tens of millions in a dodgy submarine deal. He's now in prison. Other frauds abounded. The election alternatives were a communist party expressing an interest to escape the euro entirely or a neo-Nazi party offering their own unpleasant solution. The options don't seem great. But Eleni wasn't quite so forgiving of Joe Public's reluctance to pay his due. While the government made it easy to avoid tax, some also took the initiative and actively stole from the system, inventing relatives whose pensions they claimed. It's one thing to try to keep hold of as much of your hard-earned cash as you can; it's another to start stealing other people's money.

'The ones that can get out leave, and the ones that can't have to stay and help to clean up the mess'

Athens brings home the problem. It's a decade and a half since I was there. From my last visit, I didn't remember any beggars, or women with babies huddled in dirty corners, or old men passed out in the street. They're there now. Eleni highlighted another problem. Years ago, millions of immigrants got themselves smuggled into Greece in order to find work, of which there was plenty. Now there's no work. But these people have no papers and can't leave. And no one is helping them to leave, even though they want to. They're trapped in a country with no money and no ability to make money.

As taxes rise and austerity kicks in, people seek their own solutions. Peter looked to London, where he still has family. Eleni looked to Thailand for a fresh start. Both needed to sell up before they could escape. But both realised that no one wanted to buy their property.

What happens now? The ones that can get out leave, and the ones that can't have to stay and help to clean up the mess. The unemployed, the illegal immigrants, those with no resources become even more burdened, until the whole system collapses. Or do those that can help the situation stay to put things right, even though, in reality, they were barely responsible for the mess in the first place? Not everyone stole from the system, but the system stole from everyone with its government bungs and banking complacency. I know what seems like the right thing to do but, even in the land that gave us moral philosophy, I know what I would do.
In a week or so I will be saying goodbye to Greece. And perhaps not long afterwards, so will a lot of Greeks, but only if they can. And it's hard to blame them.
 

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Hi, I'm Steven Primrose-Smith, otherwise known as The UniCyclist – one bloke, two wheels, two degree courses, one portable university and 50 capital cities. Nice to meet you!

I'm 40-year-old full-time student with The Open University and University of Wales, Lampeter. I got my first degree in 2008 in Philosophy and English from the OU and I'm currently planning my dissertation for an MA in philosophy with Lampeter as well as working through the necessary modules at the OU to get a degree in maths and another in physical science. The aim, once all these courses are done, is to be a well-rounded private tutor covering as many subjects as possible. But that's three years away. I might get squashed by a truck before then.

For 15 years I was a technical author and internet software developer, but other jobs that I've been paid for include (in order, from age 14): delivering newspapers, stocking supermarket shelves, working in a video shop cum off licence cum sunbed centre, playing a synthesizer (with one finger) in an awful band called The Slaves of Circumstance, buying electronic components, playing a synthesizer (now with two fingers) in an even worse band called Tuco Talks, graphic design, laying out newspapers, writing computer games, selling software online, knocking up websites, performing comedy, doing voices for radio ads, writing magazine articles, teaching people how to improve their computer skills, writing comedy sketches and, most recently, maths tutoring.

I did my first cycling tour in 1994 when I had a week on very windy Orkney. Shortly afterwards I was working in Austria and only did the occasional weekend tour although I had many a tipsy day-ride with friends out into the vineyards south of Graz. It wasn't until 2007 that I decided to get a bit more serious when I did an 11-day tour of western Andalusia. But the longest ride to date - in 2009 - was from the Isle of Man to the Costa del Sol, through the UK, France and Spain, lasting 32 days and covering 2,688 kilometres. It was that ride that gave me the idea for this one.

Other things I love doing include playing my guitar and keyboard (now with more than two fingers, but still not all of 'em), sailing, walking in the mountains, running, swimming and cooking.

This life is damn short, and it can be snatched away at any given moment. Whatever it is you want to do, just do it. Don't hang around. In other words, literally or metaphorically, get on your bike!

To find out more about the ride, including the rough route I'm planning to follow, or to donate money to the charities I'm cycling for, please have a look at my website at www.UniCycle50.com. And if you have any questions or would like to meet up, please email me at steven@unicycle50.com. See you on the road!
 


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