I'm still impressed by how fruitful is the undusting of my unpublished travel content.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:
They are impressed by how quick I made those (almost) 400km from Athens but my bike was still relatively new back in the day and I was still taking the chances given to see how fast it can go. With the wind on my face it was struggling to pass 190km/h but that's fine by me.
This village is partially picturesque with some of the houses keeping the local traditional architecture which is not so often found in the rest of the country, like these:
I let my iron horse join its Aussie mate (yes, their bike has Aussie number plate!),
and we all go out to walk the village. As you can see it's not all traditionally cute:
You know you are in Greece when a village can look from a warzone to scenic in only a couple of steps:
The view from my bedroom leaves a similar bitter sweet aftertaste:
Next morning marks the start of a typical Greek summer sunny day so Pat undresses his well travelled YAMAHA as we get ready to hit the road:
And that's the one that takes us up to Kissavos mountain:
You can tell by those side poles that it gets a fair amount of snow annually:
As we gain elevation we make a stop near Spilia to enjoy the view:
Bin is kind enough to picture us and our iron horses:
Still laugh on my funny outfit but I was trying some Greek summer friendly combinations at that time. Yes it was hot but, spoiler, it got even worse later.
We get happily (almost) lost in those wonderful gravel routes of the mountain where the trees make a shady riding heaven:
It's 2008 and sometimes there's more than 2 ways to go so we stop to make some sane decisions:
And looks like we do cause after sometime riding on gravel we meet locals having their party up here:
The above image is the result of their off the charts hospitality as that (very cute) girl you see with her back turned in the front brought us some goodies before we even got off our bikes. What a treat they whole scene was. We had some delicious stuff with the guys shared some good laughs and left them more than thankful. Greece is not that terrible I guess...
After some more wonderful riding this mountainous heaven we arrive at the following beach SE of Kissavos for some much needed rest and shade from the merciless sun:
On our way back North Pat offers me his summer jacket for a while so that I enrich my quest for the best summer gear. I give his sweaty jacket back as we stop to picture this beautiful beach named Bouka, close to the previous one:
We're back at Ambelakia after a full riding day and our last walk around that village had not much to offer photography wise except this oldtimer next to a well kept house:
The view to the night lights from the hilltop local bar is also obviously better than it looks here:
Proof that I hang out with funny guys, just in case it's not clear to you yet🙂
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