My seven days at Eleni Apartments set amongst the olive groves in Molyvos has come to an end. My host Christos had kindly offered to open up one of the ground floor apartments to store my suitcase overnight. This would save me carrying it down the flight of steps myself. I thank him for his…
Most mornings I will bump into my host Christos along the main road as he makes his way from home to Eleni Studios. This morning I’m pleased to tell him that I found the olive press. Although it wasn’t open I’d seen the machinery outside and also the beginnings of harvest piled up in sacks….
Oxi Day in Molyvos was small, heartfelt and beautifully rooted in local tradition. From children proudly marching through the village to a short ceremony at the monument and a simple act of filoxenia that completely melted me, it was one of those quiet, meaningful mornings that stay with you long after the flags come down.
Not long after leaving Eftalou hot springs, Thanassis the taxi drive appears in the distance. Still the only car on the road which makes it very easy for me to spot him but more importantly for him to spot me. It is only a 10-15 minute ride to Petra and Thanassis drops me along the…
My walk from Molyvos to the hot springs at Eftalou turned into one of those simple, memorable travel days. Autumn crocuses, empty roads, a sleeping hammam cat, boiling hot waters and the Turkish mainland shimmering just across the strait. A gentle, restorative day that reminded me why slow travel is often the best kind.
I am woken this morning with the sun streaming in through the lightweight curtains. The temperature had definitely dropped last night and I had to bring out the extra blanket. Last night wasn’t the best nights sleep due to the sprung mattress. Honestly once you’ve ‘gone memory foam’ nothing else will ever compare! A comfortable…
Today I am leaving Mytiline and heading off to Molyvos for 7 days. This morning I go down to the breakfast room for one last time, appreciating that I probably won’t get a breakfast offer like this again for the rest of my trip. I’m delighted to see Chara back at the hotel today. Her…
So off to Fat Jimmy’s I go. A nice traditional taverna down by the marina just a short walk from Hotel Lesvion. No matter how many years I’ve been travelling to Greece I’ve never got into the swing of eating late. I arrive at Fat Jimmy’s taverna shortly after 7pm. It’s already dark, it’s a…
After another stupendous breakfast at Hotel Lesvion, I turn my attention to more practical things. I’m conscious that I have just 4 nights booked here in Mytiline and have no plans beyond this, not even a flight home. Although I was just getting into the swing of the nomadic life style I appreciate that I…
Agiasos turned out to be one of the loveliest surprises of my time on Lesvos. From vine-covered lanes and traditional bakeries to quirky museums, mountain air and unexpected encounters with locals, this little village offered everything I love about travel. A day full of warmth, charm, and small moments that stay with you long after the bus ride home.
The three hour journey to Lesvos was very pleasant – despite being at an ungodly hour. The morning air was quite chilly so I sat in the comfort of the lounge. I tried to get my Seasmiles membership card printed from the onboard terminal but it wasn’t having any of it. Anyway the early morning…
Today I feel a little melancholic. Not just because I’m leaving Limnia, which really has been a little escape, but the realisation that my time on Chios is nearly at an end. After packing and checking that the villa is spic and span, I phone George the taxi driver and ask him to pick me…
