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I am looking at my parked motorcycle in the yard, and I feel that she winks at me saying: “Hey, you are still here this year? When you will drive me away? ‘. Yiep, we are late this year, but we have kept the best for the end of the summer. Our compass shows to the east, in countries where our wheels haven’t rolled yet. Georgia, Armenia and Turkey. This year group is also upgraded. After many years of friendship and after dozens shots of Cretan raki with our friends from Moto Riders Club, we took the wise (and drunken) decision to make a trip together.
So today our journey starts -along with Natasa- from Chania and tomorrow we will meet with Manolis, George and Stratos in Piraeus, in order to continue our journey to the island of Chios.
On the following map you can watch our trip live, thanks to the live trip traveler application.
For bigger resolution map click here.
Bon voyage (to all of us)!
Text : Stelios Ikonomakis, Natasa Spiliopoulou
Photos: Stelios Ikonomakis, Natasa Spiliopoulou, Athina Vernardou,
Stavros Alexakis, Dimitris Anastasakis
Video: Dimitris Anastasakis
Video Editing: Stelios Ikonomakis
Translated by: John Agriafiotis, Stelios Ikonomakis
European luxuries or Balkan fields? Why do we have to choose? Let’s first enjoy the European luxuries and then wander around “our” territory, the Balkans. This year the plan was to drive through 13 countries (including Greece) and cover about 5700 km in 16 days. Almost every day, we would wake up at a different country! Our journey included a little bit of everything: modern capitals, picturesque towns, forgotten villages, national parks, bombed landscapes, mountain passes and unknown paths, famous landmarks and well hidden secrets… So many controversial images that it’s hard to put them in an order and tell the story. But let’s give it a try!…
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Text & Photos: George Partsinevelos
Translated by: John Agrafiotis
I remember myself when I was at the elementary school staring at the beauty of the landscape from the back window of a car. I was fascinated by the endless roads and all the things that were revealed in front of my childish eyes! I felt the astonishing feeling, for a child, of discovering the world and I was silently enjoying every route, long or short, trying to observe the world that was being uncovered to me.
Sometime then, the first motorcycles made their appearance overtaking us, sometimes fast and in a hurry, chasing or being chased by, the time and sometimes slowly, lazily, enjoyably…
It was then that I started observing them and feeling an unknown attraction to this mass of plastic and metal that made their riders have a strange glimpse on their eyes every time they took their helmet off.
A bit later, when I was finishing junior high school, the first magazines about motorcycles came out and I got “infected”. I was impatiently waiting every new issue and I started dreaming about the roads that were waiting for me to cross them on my motorcycle. As the years were passing, I realized that I didn’t want to live with the dreams and the clichés created by magazines, so I stopped buying them.
However, the seed had been planted.
Text & Photos: George Partsinevelos
Translated by: John Agrafiotis
Every November I feel the time heavy leaning on my back. … and I wonder if I will be able to give life to the rest of the time given to me.
I feel it leaving marks on my mortal body and on my little thought. And a bit of sorrow to remind me all the things I will not live. For all that will call me, to their hug but I will leave, one more time, I will leave far away.
But I wake up some mornings and I want to get rid of all these from inside me and walk peacefully down my own path.
