the philosophy

Since I started writing and describing my travels, I found that this piqued the interest of those who happened to see me write. You see the modern man's contact with the pencil is getting rarer and rarer since keyboards and screens have replaced traditional writing. Many people ask me, when they see me writing, what I'm writing about and others just observe. Others come and start the conversation with me after I finish and put the pen down so as not to interrupt me and I can say that these conversations last quite a while.

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Verba volant- scripra manent, words fly - writings remain. I am clearly not against the digital age and I say this because if you choose to follow me you will find that I do not follow a conventional mode of travel. From accommodation, food, cooking in nature to the people I meet on my way.

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My dream of exploring new places and not just saying that I went on vacation is what makes me live my every adventure without fear, only with passion. For as long as I can remember I have been on two bicycle wheels covering long distances. The bicycle has now been replaced by the motorcycle.

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So my purpose, fellow sufferer, is to inspire you and take you with me. To take you with me and take you not only to places you didn't know existed but the most important thing for me is to show you a different perspective on how to live in your skin every place you step on. Activate your sensors. To smell the fresh air, past the freshly cleaned hotel rooms you booked. The smell of a spot that changes in the dawn, dusk and sunset. To smell the earth when you did it on your head that night when you slept outside looking at the stars, and the smoke from the fire that kept you warm until you fell asleep.

To wake up to sounds that had not woken you up until now. Sounds like those of the river passing a few steps away from you. Sounds like that of the wave that ends up at the border of the land and the sea, constantly trying to steal a little more ground from it. Sounds of guitar, bouzouki, cajon or didgeridoo on the pedestals of Samothrace, in Lavraka of Gavdos, on the opposite bank of the Acheron that separates you from the rest of the crowd.

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As you understood this blog is not one of the usual ones. Here you will read stories that are so true that I thought there was no way I could live them.