"For habitual travellers to Greece the Peloponnese also offers something of a time machine. Fifteen or twenty years you could still see old men going to their fields on donkey back, old women clad in black preparing vegetables on their doorsteps, main roads blocked by flocks of goats, olives being picked with no more aid than a triangular wooden ladder and a big stick, tractors made from converted lawnmowers, and village shops seemingly unchanged since the 1940s. In the Peloponnese you still can."
