The flight to Lemnos was a pleasant 45 minutes. For such a short flight I’m amazed that they still give out a little snack, a bottle of water and a lemon scented hand wipe. I’ve been on longer bus journeys – imagine getting a bag of peanuts and a drink on the Number 42 to…
Breakfast at Polyxenia is served by Maria who is sister to Alexandra who checked me into the hotel yesterday. A set breakfast is brought to me at a table in the small dining area. There is the option to also sit outside. Yoghurt with honey, two slices of cake, freshly squeezed orange juice, tea, bread…
I had heard about the Skyrian ponies before I’d heard about the island’s very unique Carnival celebrations. Although I haven’t seen much of the island (probably the first time I’ve never seen the port of a Greek island!), my stay wouldn’t be complete without seeing the horses. Last night I’d messaged Amanda to see if…
The thing about Carnival on Skyros is that there is a loose framework around what is going to happen and where it will take place. However, you really need to be ‘in the know’ to grasp what’s going on. It isn’t like the very commercialised and huge carnival in Patras which because of its size…
It is a beautiful spring-like day today and I don’t want to waste any of it. Despite feeling like death warmed up I get myself together and go out to explore. I’m curious to see what’s further along the coastline in Molos so I turn left away from the direction of Chora and just follow…
I slept really well at Apartment Tina’s. The beds are very comfortable and that’s coming from a Princess who could spot a pea under multiple mattresses. I had a little breakfast and chilled in the garden until it was time to go. There is a new face working on reception today. Well not new exactly…
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.
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…
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…
I was awake with the birds again this morning, but instead of heading to my ‘local’ place for breakfast, I’d decided to have it in Volissos later. I’d spotted a nice patisserie cafe when I was there last. Today I’m going to walk to Limnos, a neighbouring village where there are a few more facilities…
