Navigation to the Gods

Oh you greece, rainy greece. You welcome us with your blessing showers.. and hords of north-africans trying to reach the european mainland for a chance to a better life. Friendly people who find time for a smile. Wild dogs accompaning us. What a blessing after stressful italy. Ava - having the pepperspray at hand - didn't agree in first place.

Watching the spring-green and flower-covered mountains go by whilst heading east, i found back to my hour of random thinking - one which i missed quite a lot in my former worklife. It feels good to almost reach the intense awareness of things as i was used to before. The pure realisation of these free timeframes reminds me how valuable our ticks on the watch are and how easily we forget about it.

Ticks later, we find ourselves wasting our freshly gained free time by watching ducks diving in an abandoned stadium for boatracing. Our lazy decision to stay is rewarded by a beautiful view of the gorgeous lake in the morning.. after a hard earned night with the typical english paranoia we found ourself used to by now.

On the search for a ride my eyes get caught by an old VW completely equipted with homemade kitchen, beds, everything. Surprisingly i found myself talking to a retired beekeeper-electrician-farmer from bavaria and his lovely wife. Titled the rank of navigator i faced the task of using my knowledge of the greek alphabet from physics. I knew one day my studies would pay out.


As we drove along from lush green forests to goat covered shrubland, i was staggered by the braveness of Schorsch, who doublessly believed into his ability to turn around on a narrow road, with a greekish unsecured shear drop of 100m. Ava and Anne shared this feeling for sure as they clinged on their seats with widely opened eyes. My astonishment was further assured as he explained to me in detail the principle of other self-made parts of his car. My favorite being the hand-controlled accelerator.. something i rather would describe as a cork skrew.

Eventually we reached Meteora alive. A place like none i ever have seen before. Massive rock formations shaped by the shear power of time and lots and lots of water. On these breathtaking colossus, ridiculously brave monks must have found their way up and covered the rocks in monesteries in the hope to be a bit closer. Pictures will say more than words but really one has to see it for themself..

Thanks again to Schorsch as we would have never seen without you this, the underwater temple of aphrodite in zeus' city and the seat of the gods - mount olympus..