There is something reassuring about a KTEL Argolida timetable. Clear, very specific, and somehow always full of confidence. The bus from Kranidi would connect at Epidaurus, deliver me to Nafplio by 13.26, and say nothing whatsoever about the forty-two gold steps waiting at the other end. This is Nafplio approached slowly, by bus, on foot, and along a railway line that no longer runs.
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 visit to Asmalı on Marmara Adası, wandering the village in search of old Greek houses and traces of its past.
This morning I will be heading off to Xanthi. My bag is packed and my bus ticket has been purchased – all good to go. As I fling open the curtains to my room I’m taken aback by the sight below me – I’d completely forgotten that today is Saturday – and that means market…
On my daily walks to Panagia, Kavala’s Old Town I liked to swing by the House of Mohammed Ali which so far has been closed. If you are planning a visit, the museum is open from Thursday to Sunday 10:00-16:00 so make sure you time it correctly. Approaching the house from the main road that…
