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I recently moved in Athens. When I say "recently" I mean like "a year more or less". I know exactly how much I've been here, because I count each day, but I prefer to say "more or less". My feelings about Athens are mixed, and that's obvious, since I haven't posted anything here for a long time. But maybe other people can do that for me. That's why I asked a friend to write a piece for

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Here is a video from my last visit to Morocco, about a year ago (remember?). It contains some of the many blury pictures I shot while moving. Sometimes you can see the possibility of a good picture, but you don't have the time or the camera to make it true. While in a car in Morocco, I thought "hey, my cell phone can shoot pictures and they don't have to be stable. I'm not going to publish

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I travel a lot, but only a few of my travel stories make it here. Sometimes, I'm too bored to write, or some places are unworthy of their own story. There is also a third category of non-posts. It contains the places that are too nice and beautiful to share. I wrestled with the idea of placing Symi, a small island at the South-East corner of Aegean sea, to that category. Symi is wild,

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Every person occupies some time and some space. This unique area identifies each one of us. It's our mark in the time-space continuum. Maybe it is insignificant and finite, but it's your time and your space and nobody can take it from you. Of course there is an exception: when you travel by train, you have to give up some space and a lot of time. We spent up to 33 hours in various trains

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Europe is like an old, big, beautiful house with a garden, old furniture, family portraits, books and precious objects. Each object, each corner, each square cm of dust is related to an old story of glory and family pride. Sometimes the past has been modified to look better, but there always is an interesting past. You need more than a whole life to explore the old house and you

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Mandraki is the gateway to Nisyros island (and Volcano) Long long ago I promised to my happy few readers a couple of posts about the Netherlands and London. You need to know that I usually keep my promises, but for me the word “usually” is roughly evaluated to 60%. And I 'm usually right on these calculations, ergo 60% of 60%, you do the math. The truth is I have all the photos and the

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If you follow my posts, you already know that I am the type of person who likes to experiment with recreational substances. It's the kind of substances you can legally purchase and use in Amsterdam and only in Amsterdam. I'm not into any addictive type of stuff, I just like to get stoned now and then, that's all. I would do it more often if it wasn't illegal in the place I live. Imagine how

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Here I am, in a jet plane, touring the cradles of western civilization: from Athens to Rome. Athens is too strange and mysterious to cover, maybe another time. So l decide to spent my flight time watching a Hollywood blockbuster. "The Expendables" keep me company during the flight, but they affect me in a strange way, so when I'm trying to find my way from the airplane seat to the airport bus, I

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Unconventional is what I'm trying to become during the last few posts. I must stop that, it doesn't work.  I started the whole "being unconventional" thing because I was after true experiences of traveling, knowing new things and meeting exciting people, changing my self in the process and all that crapy stuff you expect from a 100% teenager. Since I'm not a teen anymore, I though "hey,

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The people who pay me to keep this blog alive (some major international corporations are among them) require that I show some professionalism. I have explained them a thousand times that for this blog, professionalism is a drawback! Meticulousness is my enemy! Schedule always sounds as an insult to me! But I'm still human and I have needs (=sex, money), so I have to write down a few notes about

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Dear readers, It’s has been a long time since my last post. I’m sorry for that. NOT. You see, the reason I wasn’t able to post is that I was sailing at Sporades formation (a few small islands located at North-West Aegean sea, Greece). Before you proceed further down the post, you have to be warned: some of the photo material is the product of moderate digital processing I did on original

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I was pleased to read so many responses regarding my Zen Driving post. Most of you like the term and the meaning I assigned to it. Some even suggested various improvements to the procedure. I, my self, am also new to that thing, so I will have to try everything on the street. I will even test some ideas of my own. If only I had a theory to support the practice... Well, let's make some. The

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Depression always strikes after a good trip (probably true for LSD too). Sure it’s good to see my cat, my friends, my girlfriend or my boyfriend (I’m not telling which, because I don’t want them to fight about it). But on the other hand it’s boring to sleep on my comfortable bed when I used to rest openly on the hardest, noisiest and dirtiest surfaces of the most international airports or

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Scenes from Milan streets I had to stop to Milan once more, but this time I was prepared to face Malpensa Airport and its deliberately (?) confusing escape routes. I had to plan my escape to the city,  and my fast return too, otherwise I could fail or even miss my flight home. First, I had to take the free airport bus to change from terminal 2 to terminal 1 (central terminal). The

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Related to Lisbon The Lisbon center: a detailed post with pictures, by Isabel, a teacher in Lisbon Rossio: a photograph showing the Lisbon central square Belem Tower: a detailed site with information and pictures Praca de Commercio: the English Wikipedia lemma of one of Lisbon central squares Bairo Alto: the English Wikipedia lemma for the area and some more spontaneous photos and comments and

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I run out of time. I don’t mean I got old and I’m going to die. (we all are some day, of course). I don’t know if I’m going to die soon or not. Only He Knows and even His Knowledge is a posteriori. For you people who don’t know how to impress your friends with a few super-famous words from dead languages, I meant: He Will Know after my death. And when I say “He” I mean my cat, Bulukos, whom I

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After reading the responses on my previous posts I came to the conclusion that people don’t want stories about drugs and aimless walks anymore. Maybe in the ‘60s or the ‘70s that was exactly the selling point for a blogger, who would have to curve his posts on paper, put them in a bottle and throw it in the sea (actually by this method you can access as many readers as most bloggers have). This

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Some times I like to be a tourist, but then there are those moments I hate it. When I’m on the road (or the boat, the plane, the train, the camel, etc.) it is difficult not to be a tourist. In everyday life it is even more difficult, but when traveling, I beg to differ, like everybody else. If you are a tourist by definition, how can you avoid being one? This is the question I’m trying to answer

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“Hostels in Lisbon are very good”, was the first thing my hosts told me when we met. I chose to take that remark as an informative one: “Thank you, now that I know that, I won’t have to see one”. They weren’t happy with the answer, but the pursuit of happiness is not easy. You don’t get happy with answers, you get happy with drugs. Is this “happy” or “high”? Sorry, my english are not very good.

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Lisbon is sunny and fun. I got the good vibes from the first second I step my foot on the floor of the arrivals room at Aeroporto de Lisboa. I was happy with everything: the sunny whether, the ease I got out of the airport and found bus 44 to transfer me to the Comercio station, the way people responded to my english or the music that was selected for me by the shuffling mechanism of my mp3

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I woke up at the end of the line. I exit the train station and started looking for a place to abandon my luggage. When I was younger, I would abandon every material possession of mine and enjoy the down town cite seeing without worries. I ‘m not that young anymore, but I ‘m still young enough to carry my luggage and be amazed by Milanese women. They are so stylish! My energy was enough for a 2

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Malpensa airport of Milan is OK for spending the night. I read somewhere that it is possibly the worst international European airport, but so far I don’t see why. A poet once said that when you travel, the obstacles are put there by you, your mind creates them to scare you away from an adventure, or to drag you deep inside one. My adventure is unworthy of your attention, because I’m a european

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The late Douglas Adams wrote that there no culture in the universe has ever invent a phrase like “beautiful as an airport”. Well, sorry Douglas, but I like airports. Of course they are ugly, but they are also full of possibilities. For example, if you have print your boarding pass at home in order to avoid the check in line, there is a possibility they won’t let you in, unless you go down to the

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FQPFSU83TB93 This is the welcome message of “the traveling blog”, which I regret to say is not going to be a very good blog about traveling. There are probably thousands of bloggers out there who write about traveling, post notes and photos of their trips, provide colorful descriptions and useful tips on how they got there and why they preferred this hotel over that and they are doing a great job

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