No alternate titles this time, but the story still involves tripods and adventures. My girlfriend Zuzana and I were on a trip through Greece. Indeed. The country where they invented the alphabet. One of my old Greek friends said that they should patent the Greek words, and demand a euro every time it is used. Just like Monsanto is doing with their seeds. The country would get rich quite rapidly.
Be that as it may, we took the plane there. You can almost sense the CO2 sprawling through the clouds.
I think these particular ones are remnants of the rainclouds that caused this crazy flood in Thessaloniki. We were about to land there, only to find out that half of the city was without electricity and water, including our hostal. I liked the shadows on this picture, though.
And we went to have fun anyway.
I found this picture a little apocalyptic. As if Evil Moses had just passed by to split the city in 2. With his red eyes. I took it from a nice bench uphill. Sitting in the sun. Walks through little alleyways. Tags with Greek words all around. Beautiful.
This one's called Cypress Hill.
After a few days we took the train to Athens to take the boat to Santorini.
As you can see, the Greek landscape inspires to contemplate shit.
And have a fredo cappuccino. That stuff is phenomenal.
This is Zuzana at the metro before we almost got robbed. This guy had my wallet in her hand already, but she saved me by grabbing his hand, so he dropped it. You can already see the heroism in her eyes, here. And I like the colours of the metro.
The ferry to Santorini was big. It's basically a little village on the water.
We had to wait until it left. So we hung out.
It was ful of people there, so we couldn't have sex. Then why not make a kissing selfie? Used the self-timer for the first time : ). It's interesting how one public expression of erotic affection is considered cute, and the other vulgar.
Okay I realise we're making jumps, but it got dark and we were moving continuously. We got to the hotel. The next morning we walked up the local hill. And I found this hidden plant.
And my own shadow. It's comforting that it always follows me. Though I've seen videos of kids who are afraid of their own shadow. Do we secretly all still cary this fear?
Superzuz was wearing her suncape and chilled out for a bit on the way down. In fact, I just asked her to pose there.
We found this unfinished Escher building near the next village.
I could tell you some stories about how stressed the busguys are in Santorini, but let's just go with: 'we chilled at the beach for a while, then went to Thira. Or Fira. The place has many names.
Zuza took a peek through a random window on the edge of the slope. Great place, Thera.
Now comes a triptych. I would have just invented 3 pictures together to be able to use that word. Triptych. How cool is that?
It tells the story of the tourist.
And then we suddenly stumbled on this inmensely mystical church.
I do hope this was written in blood.
How shall we call this photogenic feline? I vote for Ramses. He's calmly checking out the dogs downhill.
This view is not strange for Santorini. The island in the middle is an active volcano. Still smoking.
This reminds me of this joke. Duct tape is like the force. It has a dark side, it has a light side, and it holds the universe together.
This was the sunset when there was still a sunset.
This was the sunset when the clouds came in. That was insane.
Then it was suddenly cold. Brrr... This is us rushing back.
Oh, and then I got distracted again. I mean. How often do you get the chance to capture invasive clouds over a breathtaking village?
The next day we hired a quad and went to the red beach. Great place, but a little crowded.
So we left, and took the quad uphill, where Zuzana had a little melancholic moment, looking down into the clear blue sea.
We went to the lighthouse and found this rock with these weird line dimension things around it. There was a slope in the sea, even.
Yes and this was one of my favourite things on the island. Someone had set these teddy bears into a creepy post bear apocalypse fashion. Need a soundtrack with it? Consider doll music.
Then we found an amazing restaurant: The Good Heart. Everything there was delicious. The pasticcio is definitely recommendable. See how happy she is?
Further on, in Oia, we discovered some cultural relicts.
The reflection in her glasses reminds me of Jim Jarmush.
I once tasted a leaf of this plant. I was about 19. It tastes salty. Quite good, in fact. Not sure if you should eat it, though.
And behind every beautiful place, there's this. Those paint stains on the container. They seem to be moving.
This picture shows that clichés are great. Millions of people have taken this one, but it's still great to do it too.
Volcano was still here.
And bam. Nighttime hit.
Zuzana sat down, waiting for me to take some pictures. So I took some of her.
This is a Church. And that star is called Zeus by the Greeks. It's not a star, indeed, but a planet. Jupiter. The light you see is a reflection from the sun. Like on the moon.
Oia and the Port of Oia.
The southern slope of Oia. Did I say Santorini is a great place yet? It's great.
We're dayhopping. We have arrived on the highest point of Santorini. Our last day here. There is a monastery here where they make olive oil and soaps and everything. This picture is called 'cross communication'.
This is the monastery. I deliberately over-fisheyed it. Don't ask me why.
Nice open air hallway, when you walk out of the gardens.
We went to the black beach. That's near the end of the world. Sailors fall of the earth here.
Then back to The Good Heart. What I like about this picture is that many lines point in the direction of Zuzana's face. Not those on her shirt, of course.
Desolate place in many ways. This spot is close to the teddy bears.
And night, my girlfriend turns into a different super hero: Motozana.
Back on the boat.
The guy didn't want me to look at him, so I took a picture of him. Now I can just look at the picture. The old men are playing backgammon. Everybody happy.
Here they are unloading trucks on Paros.
The Greeks have a way of measuring the speed of a boat. You take a long exposure pic and see how much the seagulls have moved. This picture means the boat was going fast.
Back in Athens, or Loutsa, we visited my friend Michalis. On the final night, before we had to take the early morning plane, he took us to a party place. It was fancy, and the lights there were colourful. Hence this last picture.
Daxi. We're back home. Time to relive and start focusing on the daily life again. But not without dropping a cheesy postcard.
