Isle of Man

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.


I also recall (and how can I forget ?) that I couldn’t wait for the summer issue so as to read about the “ Mecca”, a small island between England and Ireland, where every summer the most dangerous motorcycle race in the whole world took place! I was excited by the danger and the fact that the race was on a public road. On the road, that the next day locals would use to go to their work!

Summers kept passing by and I was dreaming that someday I will go to the small island that has as a symbol on the flag the three legs and it’s known for the cats with the cut tail.

As I was reading and learning about this race (through pictures and whatever kind of text I could get my hands on, before Google), I met riders such as Joey Dunlop, Mike Hailwood, Giacomo Agostini , among others, that didn’t get so much attraction as the “big stars”. Riders from a different era that raced because they liked it and not under the pressure of some sponsor.

As soon as I bought a motorcycle, I started making plans to visit the Isle of Man. Unfortunately the amount of money and the long period of time I needed, held me back. I kept postponing my plans every summer, until I got an offer from my job to get a six-month training in England. My mind got on fire, thinking that finally I would be able to drive on the same road that Joey had left the marks of his tires.

I will stop here this extended introduction because it’s getting tiring (that’s if you haven’t already skipped to the photos).

The weather forecast said that the weather would be bad (December in England…) but I wasn’t afraid, just worried a bit for the ice I could find on the road, but if I stayed home every time I was worried about something I wouldn’t have driven on my most beautiful routes ! So, I closed the helmet windshield, turned on the heated grips and set off with the temperature being -1 o C and -4oC when I arrived at Heysham ! Two hours of driving under rain and the ice was all over my motorcycle and my raincoats!
But if you love something, you just keep on going.


Naturally, the first thing I did upon my arrival at Douglas was to go at the starting point of the race.

Glencrutchery Road

The tower at the starting point

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Their electricity company…

The symbol of the island, from the 13th century is the three legs and you can find it everywhere on the island, in different colors and designs. It’s not known where this symbol came from but it’s strongly connected to the triskelion which was found in Ancient Greece and Sicily.


Outside the airport.


And I’m off to go round half the perimeter of the island in perfect weather!

On the island of St. Michael, which is before the Castletown, the capital of the island for many centuries.


The small castle located on the island served as a fortress to protect the town from attacks.

A closer look


The road was passing through a golf course..


… where were signs warning you about flying balls!!..

The old Parliament of Isle of Man. Nowadays it’s a folklore museum.

The police station is located a bit further.


Part of the castle


All signs are in English and in the local language, Manx, which threatened to disappear when the last resident who spoke it, died in 1974. Somewhere in the mid 90s there was a strong desire reuse of Manx language and it began to be learned in schools and used in official documents. I read somewhere that even the elected prime minister should know the language, otherwise he is not accepted!

The medieval castle which normally is closed for winter, but it was open for a children’s Christmas celebration. The guard was surprised when he heard where I am from and he allowed me visit the few places that was open, without a ticket!

A representation of the kings’ life.

Another entrance to the castle.

View of the city

The road to Cregneash, a beautiful historical village.

Walking in the village

The folklore museum, which was closed during the winter, as all the museums on the island.

The “famous”, traditional, sheep breed.

Post box built into the church fence.

Part of the Calf of Man island, where populations of seals can be found. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to see them.

Oh, those curves…

A tower erected by the inhabitants of Port Erin in honor of a wealthy resident (cannot remember his name) because he was helping financially the poor villagers.

And my beauty so that you don’t forget me.

The view from high above.

Το Port Erin.

Fisherman’s house on the beach

As the see comes big,
and humidifies the sand in the morning,
tells me about a well known seashore,
tells me about a live I have lived!

The marks of time on an engine.

On the way to Peel.

Lighthouse at Peel.

The city remotely resembling British colony.

In the 11th century the Vikings build the castle of Peel with wood and in the 14th century by the locals with stones, so as to get protected from attacks.
It’s an important monument for the Manx (the residents of the island) but unfortunately it was closed during winter.

Narrow street.

Part of the castle, looking from the beach.

You see these images when you walk in Peel

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10 years ago

Ωραίος έως ταξιδιώτης,περιηγητής,φωτογράφος! Το μπράβο είναι λίγο, καλούς δρόμους!!

11 years ago

Μπράβο ωραίο ταξίδι μας πήγες!

11 years ago

Όμορφες αναμνήσεις, με το καλό και στην επόμενη αφήγηση.

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