Scattered on the roots of Mt Tomaros and spread on the outskirts of Souli’s mountains, the villages of the Municipality of Lakka Souli come from the depths of centuries, carrying the myth of Acherontas and Homer, the history of Soulioutes, the pain of immigration and living abroad, but also the pride of its people. Those were the people who became one with their fields and chose the narrow horizon of their land to create their own future.

A ring of high mountains intensely embraces the wild scenery, which, though, hides its own secrets and invaluable treasures. Findings and traces from the Neolithic Era and the Bronze Age, historic monasteries with stone-built nave and aisles, wall paintings of unique beauty, castles and acropolises, consist of confessions that come throughout the centuries.

From the depths of time and from Homer’s pages, Acherontas comes. In its waters, myths have been flowing since the era when the souls traveled in eternity.

From Homer’s pages, the river springs gush, and then the waters are lost in Hades’ gates. A journey different, unearthly. Inundated with the odor of oregano, of thyme and of myrtle and full of the taste of nostalgia.