First Impressions of Spetses – Along the Southern Shore
A slow first walk along Spetses’ southern shore reveals far more than expected — from working boatyards and Armata history to sculpture, quiet beaches and shifting first impressions.
A slow first walk along Spetses’ southern shore reveals far more than expected — from working boatyards and Armata history to sculpture, quiet beaches and shifting first impressions.
A slow weekend in Mytilene, shaped by local buses, walks through villages, thermal landscapes and moments of everyday island life that quietly draw you in.
On the far western edge of Lesvos, Sigri revealed itself slowly. Over four peaceful nights, wandering volcanic landscapes, exploring the Petrified Forest and settling into village life, Sigri became a place of stillness rather than spectacle.
After further reflection, I realised that Skala Eresou had given me the space to rest, recalibrate, and the time to figure out the direction of travel — literally — and in that sense, it was mission accomplished. It was now time to move on, and I decided to head north-west to Sigri, drawn by the quiet contrasts and small curiosities that make Lesvos such a rewarding island to explore.
A slow, reflective walk through Mytilini — its harbour, architecture, monuments and hidden corners — taken at a moment of transition before deciding what comes next on Lesvos.
A gentle two-day travelogue on Lesvos, taking in Plomari’s ouzo heritage, the mountain village of Agiasos and a memorable last night of music and dancing in Mytilini.
A sunrise-to-sunset journey carrying us from Imbros to Lesvos via Kabatepe, Çanakkale and Ayvalık, ending with sunset in Mytilene and dinner at Laïkó Kafeneion — a day of ferries, landscapes, mishaps and that unmistakable feeling of being Hellas-bound.
High above the northern coast of Gökçeada sits Eski Bademli, a village that truly earns its nickname as the balcony of the island. From its terrace-like lanes, the views stretch across the valley to Kaleköy and out towards the hazy outline of Samothrace. Wandering through the narrow backstreets — once the heart of the old Stenáda quarter — we found stone houses, a quiet square, and a sense of place shaped as much by memory as by landscape. It’s a village that reveals itself slowly: a glimpse of history here, a story shared over coffee there, all framed by that extraordinary Aegean panorama.
A spectacular Turkish breakfast set the tone for a day exploring Gökçeada — from hilltop ruins and rural villages to the island’s salt lake and Kefalos Beach. A first glimpse into an island with far more layers than we expected.
What began as a straightforward trip from Bozcaada to Gökçeada quickly became an obstacle course of ferries, buses, vanished timetables and a few strangers who clearly understood the system better than we did. Somehow, we made it — and the anticipation carried us the whole way.
Sunday on Bozcaada began with church bells drifting across the rooftop terrace — the first sign that the island’s tiny Greek Orthodox community still gathers here. From there we explored the vast Ottoman castle, uncovered myths of Tenes, climbed to the windmills and ended the day with a ten-wine tasting. A perfect blend of history, stories and island wandering.
A slow, sun-soaked day on Bozcaada with a breakfast feast, a curious little monastery, the golden sands of Ayazma Beach and a relaxed wander through the village.