Ψάχνοντας παλιές φωτογραφίες στο σκληρό μου δίσκο, μιας και παίζω με εργαλεία που τις διορθώνουν εντυπωσιακά, βρήκα και την παρακάτω που τράβηξα πρωτοχρονιά του 2007 στη Θεσσαλονίκη:
Ψάχνοντας παλιές φωτογραφίες στο σκληρό μου δίσκο, μιας και παίζω με εργαλεία που τις διορθώνουν εντυπωσιακά, βρήκα και την παρακάτω που τράβηξα πρωτοχρονιά του 2007 στη Θεσσαλονίκη:
Milies is arguably the most beautiful village of the heavenly mountain called Pilio. In the previous part you read our walk around its old train station, we capture bits of its wonderful flora:
I'm still impressed by how fruitful is the undusting of my unpublished travel content. Of course that's with some AI help making my 16 years old cell phone content viewable by today's standards. Boys 'n girls, brace cause we're back in late August of 2008 and I am leaving my office to chase tops speeds on the toll roads till I arrive at Ampelakia to meet my sweet Aussie friends, Pat and Bin:
After a full day riding (see previous part 8) we're back in Innsbruck for out last night here. As we walk around Innbrucke, the main bridge of the city, we collect our last images here. I didn't notice this family was staring at us at that moment:
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We're only a couple of km South of Austria on Italian soil and here on the left you see the church of Maria Hilf:
Our North ride out yesterday (see part 5) could have been much better weather wise so today we try our luck leaving Innsbruck behind to head South to Italy:
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Though I have a feeling Munich wouldn't let me down I know weather probably will. And if I would survive it in my (partially) motorcycle gear I wasn't sure at all my partner in crime would in her casual outfit so it's time to head back South to Innsbruck on 2 road and leave Murnau behind:
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We're literally one breath away from the German border at Scharnitz where this cute building on the right is the local Catholic church:
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Gotta admit that the hotel's breakfast is well worth it. Jams can hardly taste any better. With some calories gained back from yesterday's exhaustion I'm ready to walk around Innsbruck once again:
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Ferry arrives at Venice and my bike rolls its wheels over Italian soil for the first time. Actually we're both debutants so to say I'm excited is an understatement though little I knew what beyond exciting moments would follow during my travelling career later. I follow the handwritten notes on my tank bag to make it to Innsbruck (no gps) while my partner in crime would meet me at the train station of the city.
Not my first one abroad though (if undusting my unpublished trips goes far enough you may read this as "wait for it").
So, late June 2009, I plan to meet my partner in crime at Innsbruck as she'd be coming down from Czech by bus. Prior to this I drive from Athens to Patra's port to take the ferry to Venice, Italy. My trip is much longer but much more scenic as it involves a stop at the port of Igoumenitsa: