I was working when a buddy of mine called and asked if I would care to attend one of his sail trips in Greece. Initially, upon finding out the trip is to Thassos; I got cold feet; quite literally.
As a true summer lover, I much prefer the heart (and feet) warming, turquoise waters of the Southern Aegean. Leaving my regionalism aside; I have decided to hop on board. It was quite the last minute: in quite the Mediterranean fashion. Shoot out to my buddy; who is an international captain by the way, if anyone needs one; for convincing me to this last-minute paradise.
It is the combination of ‘let’s go!’ and ‘why hurry'; that keeps me alive.
Thassos, Θάσος, is a Northern Aegean island; near to Kavala in Macedonia (ehm; can imagine half my audience has left the page offended).
A dear(ly missed) friend of mine was commenting the other day how he is looking forward to Thassos piece, as he is planning to visit there next. OK; what to expect from an island that is famous for its olive oil and honey? Well, there you go.
We have reached Kavala early in the morning, in order to fuel up with frappedaki and all aboard!
Actual footage of me fuelling up and hopping aboard.
We set sail from Kavala; 3 boats (Alexandros (Jeanneau 42.2), Nikea (Bavaria 46) and Okeanos (Bavaria 39) and 20 passengers (cannot name names) and only occasionally set foot on the land.
People thought Kavala looks like Marmaris.
Whether you know Marmaris or not; go discover it for yourself.
What do we do on these trips as 20 people who have never met before yet decided to spend 4 consecutive days in wooden shelters in the open sea?
This:
In motion:
Happy to set sail towards Vathi; for this:
Moments like this came, over which I had long mental battles to put it up or not.
But I believe the resting-Ilayda-face close up will do:
'The Eureka' moment, an epiphany that was blessed in the Aegean waters, and the triumph:
I was so hyped up that I have decided, alongside a fellow hyper-woman, amongst 18 others; to jump in the undulating waters of Marble Beach.
What happened next is that our boats could not make the turn to drop the anchor because of how crazy the waves were, just to give you an idea.
Sailing on with the little buddy, whom we have shamefully never named if I am right.
My sailor girl, a gem that I found on the beaches of Thassos, @bernaive
Setting foot on Kavala after 4 days in the open sea, a postcard moment in the Sunset:
Not talking about the a-thousand-mezes-and-ouzo dinners or street parties by blocking the road with the whole crew? Because I was too busy to take pictures.
Geia mas! (γεια μας/Cheers, remember?)
Ain't no worrying when I am the helmsmen (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helmsman), or when I am aboard, for that matter.
Here we have reached the ending of a mesmerizing trip, accompanied by fellow sailors and whales:
We have shared our house, memories, and many deep questions. It was a turbulent and ironically such a relaxing trip; thank you water.
Till next time, Ελλάδα μου
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