Occasionally I come out with the phrase : ” I am a Spartan”, I use it frequently to myself and sometimes to others and I feel that this requires a little explanation for my sake and for others should they care. Well the phrase initially was drawn from the move “300″ which tells of the [...]
Crete, to me is home. A shore so pure and wide, of fine white sand… To the other side, towards Chania, barren cliffs the colour of lead – a wild, threatening sight! …Rethymno, you know, is built on the border between tameness and wilderness…
We rarely gpot to go out en masse but this time, pre season, Manolis excelled himself.
It was evening in Oinoi train station, an hour’s north of Athens and a dark and isolated place. We were the only lights for many miles around and we were gathered there waiting on a train. The only thing really to do in the station was to eat and drink. and we did.
Armed with a pocketful of money I boarded the Poseidon Express in Piraeus, bound for Ios. I had been meaning to try to find a friend from L.A ( Alicia ) in Crete, but I had met, literally thousands of travellers on their way to and from the Cyclades and it was time to check [...]
Running trains meant an ever vigilant presence on any incoming trains to Athens. One of the busiest ( as it linked up with a Brindisi – Patras ferry – was the 309 this came into Eleusina at around 4pm each day, though it was, like most trains, late often as not. Trouble is that there was [...]
here in fading light I learnt a lot, I sat with Tim and Larry as distant lights lit up tracts of track towards us. I sat with many friends : Ahmed, Candia, Dave, Kenny, Thomas, Bea, Hannes, Lars, Patrick and others- so many others, as diesel trains made their way through the night to us, [...]