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Two Long Traveling Visitors

'Role the World' - Chris and Sara May's blog about their trip from Greece to India by bicycle
Hi, we are Chris and Sara-may and we are going to travel to India by bike! On our way we are going to make stops to work on farms and volunteer in different projects to help local people a hand and get a great experience and a bed and food in return.Hello
In March 2016 Chris and Sara-May passed from our island on their way from Greece to India by bicycle! Isn’t it amazing? I am sharing Aside from the adventure, the freedom, and to get in good shape for summer – just kidding-, we both crave to learn life through practice after years of studying. In order to get a deeper understanding in who we are and what we want. Biking long distances can get you in a meditative state and gets you to places you otherwise might never end up.with you the part of their blog ‘Role the World’ related to Ikaria. It was a great pleasure for me to assemble this entry. I wish these two long traveling visitors all the good luck from the bottom of my heart!



View of the Ikarian coast from the road

«Icaria turned out to be a whole different story. However the island is almost next to Mykonos it has a different climate and is therefore very foresty and has a lot of variety in the landscape. We could pick the food of the ground, and picked herbs like sage, rosemary, thyme, bay leaf, a camomille variety, malve, and vegetables like wild carrot for our dishes. But it is not only the climate that makes Icaria special. It is also the course of history that gave Icaria a special identity.»

1st night in Ikaria: camp in Fytema

«Icarian people did not had it easy in the course of history due to famines, the wars in the 1940s and constant piracy and Turkish occupation. These circumstances made them also innovative, brave and authentic. For example they destroyed their ports to protect themselves against pirates. Consequently this made them one of the best boat engineers in the Cyclades, because they needed to develop special trics to come on shore.»

Only Love

«In 1912 they also had their own revolution against the Turkish and declared independence for five months. These months they also had their own flag, national anthem, own stemps etc. However, they were occupied by Turkey again while the rest of Greece became a united country. During the Greek civil war (1946-1949) the exiled communists were send to the island which gave Icaria the nickname ‘the Red rock”.»

Idyllic camping spot in the mountains of Ikaria

«Anthony J. Papalas wrote an interesting book about the history of the island titled, «Rebels and Radicals». And somehow you can feel this identity when you wonder around the island. An island that for a long time did not have a lot of connections with the outside world, except for some trade with the neighbouring islands. In the 1970s the Greek government started to invest in the island to boost touristy industry. And however summer can be busy, Icaria remained under the radar of many tourists.»

«Icarian communities»

Campfire in Kiparissi beach north Ikaria

«The night we arrived it was rainy and stormy. We found a beach recommended by an Icarian we found through couchsurfing. Camping life started here, so we discovered that we had only a few tent pins and that our old tent was not waterproof. The tent got blown away almost two times, until we found an old building we could hide under. The next day was full of sunshine so we could dry our stuff and call our first contact: Lefteris from couchsurfing.»

Lefteris and Kaira

«Lefteris responded that we were welcome to stay at his house. We were very lucky to meet him and his girlfriend Irini and not only because we were save from story nights. After cycling some pretty challenging mountain Lefteris picked us up to bring us to a music jam session at his friends house. We arrived in a beautiful little cottage house. Niko the owner transformed four old walls into a cousy house filled with soul.»

Improvised fiesta gathering in Ikaria

«We were lucky to arrive that weekend because there were several fiestas before the Greek fasting period of 40 days. Friends gather together make delicious food, bring their own wine and their music instruments for some cousy evenings. We were offered some great food, wine and company. Thereby the music jam sessions with typical Greek instruments was amazing to experience.»

In the soup lab of our second couchsurfing hosts Lefteris and Irini (Icaria, Greece). Great people who showed us the nice icarian spirit with a lot of hospitality people.

«The night after we visited the second house where many people gathered and the table was filled with fava, the meat of their own pig, bulgur salads, rice, roasted bread, potatoes and of course local strong red wines. These fiesta gatherings were really amazing and we met many great people. We could stay three nights at Lefteris place. He showed us the area and Irini showed us her little soap factory. Which can be read here. We said goodbye and started our cycling journey around the island.»

Swimming in Seychelles beach in March.

«We camped at some amazing places. Also at the famous Seychelles beach with water so blue, you have to wear sunglasses. However at this beach we endured a very stormy night again where Sara was afraid we would get caught between the sea and the rocks. However everything turned out to be fine and we woke up at one of the most beautiful beaches of the islands.»

Camping at paradise but stormy “Seychelles” beach in south Icaria.

«During camping we built campfires and cook our vegetables with rice and bouillon: a delicious meal. We have breakfast with three different kind of fruits and oats. We need to stay healthy for the mountains we have to climb.»

Relaxing in the warm springs of Lefkada Ikaria in March.

«When we ask people to fill up our water we often get many treats. In ten days we cycled form north Icaria to south, to north again to pick up the forgotten phone at the post office and to south again where our ferry would leave. In the south we discovered the amazing hot springs: for free, nobody there, where you can chill in a hot bath in the sea.»

This cute lady invited us for pizza and shared her life story’s with us (Icaria, Greece).

«Near Agios Kerykos, the capital we met the 76-year old Helene in a dark street. A lonely lady who speaks English fluently because she lived and married in America for a while. She could not walk well but that did not keep her from giving us a tour and telling about her growing up on the island. A tough time. According to Helen the second world war was not such a bad period compared to the Greek civil war. And also the conservative climate and strict education made it hard for her, especially because she was an orphan. Her bad marriage with the American tha did not want to have children with an orthodox christian woman did not made it a lot easier afterwards.»

Windsafe camping spot in south Ikaria.

«She was so happy to meet us that she insisted to treat us ” the best pizza in Icaria”. We exchanged phone numbers and the next day we met Helene at restaurant Feloti. Where she told us she is a joker. She wants to make jokes all the time, but at night she cries in her bed she says. Being strucked by all kind of diseases like artritos. We enjoyed her stories so much and are very happy to meet this chatty and lively old lady in the dark streets of Icaria.»

We met this french guy in a old greek tavern with life music and shared food. He invited us for a night in his house (Icaria, Greece).

«In two days we managed to go from south to north to pick up our phone. It started to rain pretty bad and the way was longer than we imagined. However we did manage to see the Icarian carnaval parade in Evdilos. We contacted Yannis, a friend of Lefteris who saved us and took us on our last night to another fiesta with again great food, wine and people. A perfect goodbye to this special island. We could spend the night at a french guy we met a the party and after some nice breakfast we left for our way back to the other side of the island where we would leave by ferry to our third island: Chios.»

Additional pictures

a wonderful old lady who likes to gives cookies when blond strangers cycle in front of her house… (Icaria, Greece). Lefteris just started his own project with friends: He offers hiking tours and can tell about the islands and its ecological environment. Irini is a graduated sociologist. Since three years she moved from Athens to Icaria and is now busy with starting a soap business. Her hobby: making soaps got out of hand and she is now ready to start her Syneme soaps in shops. Syneme is Icarian slang for something like: if its meant to happen, it will happen. However it is very difficult to sell soaps without official papers. We were lucky to see her little working place next to the house where you can totally work in serenity with clean herbal smells. Couchsurfing at Lefteris place. With the supercute dog Kaira and a Rummikub session. Chris having breakfast in Seychelles beach. “Industrial style” in Icaria’s capital Ag. Kirikos.




People like Chris and Sara May who visited Ikaria:

In my blog: 'Jurgen the Nomad' In my blog: 'Adam, the wandering farmer and seed collector' In my blog: Two traveling marine scientists, Benjamin and Josephine, on a short holiday in Ikaria - photostory In Eleni's blog: 'Evan from Milwawkee Wisconsin USA rides his bicycle from Turkey to Greece and finds paradise in Ikaria'



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I was on a sailing trip

«Την Αθηνά την πήρανε σ’ ένα καράβι μούτσο.
Έλα, έλα, σ’ ένα καράβι μούτσο…»

Nana moutsos

Έκανα βέβαια και το μηχανικό γιατί δεν μπορείτε να φανταστείτε τι ασυντήρητες σκατομηχανές έχουν τα ενοικιαζόμενα ιστιοπλοϊκά. Φτάσαμε μέχρι τη Μύκονο. Δεν τα καταφέραμε να διασχίσουμε το πέλαγος μέχρι την Ικαρία. Μείναμε περιμένοντας μάταια σε ένα λιμανάκι που λέγεται Ερινός. Εκεί είχε παρά πολύ ωραία αγκάθια.

Κύματα του μελτεμιού στο δρόμο για Ικαρία - φωτογραφία παρμένη από τα ξάρτια του ιστιοπλοϊκού

Ποτέ δεν περάσαμε στο ανατολικό Αιγαίο γιατί το μελτέμι δεν σταμάταγε με τίποτα.

 Meltemi waves on the way to Ikaria - Shot taken from the rigging

Αντί για τη δική μου ιστορία λοιπόν κι εφόσον ξέρετε Αγγλικά διαβάστε το παρακάτω απόσπασμα ημερολογίου του ιστιοπλοϊκού Gone Native. Έχουν αυτή τη καταπληκτική φωτογραφία του πυραμιδοειδούς νεφελώματος και της μαύρης ανήσυχης θάλασσας του επερχόμενου μελτεμιού… Ένα αληθινό «ΙΤ»


by Capts. Dave and Desiree
08/31/2006, Ikaria, the Eastern Sporades – Greece


Pyramid cloud over the Icarian Sea


We had been fortunate with our sailing travels thus far. We had closely followed the weather, no matter how short a passage. We either had checked the forecast at a marina or the internet, but most recently we have come to depend on downloading weather reports from our single sideband radio.
We had decided to move from Mikonos to the islands of the eastern Sporades. The weather report we had downloaded said we would have winds from the northwest, about 7-15 knots (Force 3-4). From our anchorage, we left under power as there was very little wind. Truthfully, there was not a breath of wind outside the harbor.
We finished breakfast, dishes were washed, and schoolwork was under way. Suddenly, the wind picked up. We put the sails up, and for some reason Dave said to put in a double reef. The winds were at 20 knots. The wind steadily was increasing. We seemed also to get quite an additional wind effect from the island, a katabatic wind coming down the mountains of the island. When the winds exceeded 35 knots, we felt we should put in a third reef. The problem was, our main sail was never rigged for a third reed. So McGiver (Dave) became creative once more.
The wind was really blowing now. Dave was up front near the mast and I was at the main halyard. The wind was so intense that words would be lost. With a look in the eye from Dave, I knew it was time to lower the sail. He then rigged the sail to a more manageable size. The boat was now easier to handle and less overpowered, and less likely to tear a sail. Our winds peaked at 44 knots, a Force 9. Hurricane winds are rated a Force 12. Dave steered the boat manually, rather than stressing the autopilot. A broken autopilot would be a real challenge to repair out here.
Our intention had been to sail further, but we anchored in the first safe haven off the island of Ikaria. We put out extra chain to weigh down the anchor in hopes of good holding. I snorkeled the anchor and it was perfectly set, ready to ride the wind. There were 40 knot gusts throughout the night. Although the boat rocked through the waves, we held our position well. It blew for 30 days and 30 nights….OK that’s an exaggeration… but it was 3 days before the wind settled to a brisk force 6 and we could continue on our way. Greek legend tells us of Icarus, who was trying to escape the island of Crete. He fabricated wings from feathers and wax, but then flew too close to the sun. The sun melted the wax and he crashed into the sea near here. Dave and I subscribe to the view of Rod Heikell, author of our «Greek Waters Pilot” book. He feels Icarus had his feathers blown off here near Ikaria, and the sun had nothing to do with it!

Monday October 8, 2007 – 02:24pm (EEST)


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Ωχ, ωχ, ωχ! Το μοναδικόν της ζωής μου ταξίδιον με ιστιοφόρο μου άφησε τραύματα ανεπανόρθωτα. Με 9 μποφώρ (υποτίθεται το ταξίδι θα είχε προορισμό τη Σκιάθο ξεκινώντας από Καλαμάκι) ο καπετάνιος δεν καταλάβαινε Χριστό γιατί φουμάριζε χωρίς διακοπή, η φιλενάδα μου έγκυος και να ξερνοβολά, το άλιεν να προσπαθεί να κρατήσει ισορροπία στην καμπίνα καθισμένη χαμαί και μια να την πετάει στη μια γωνιά και μια στην άλλη… Το ταξίδι έληξε άδοξα στη Χαλκίδα, μια βδομάδα κουνιόμουν κι ένα μήνα είχα μελανιές.
Αλλά όταν είσαι αγρίμι είναι αλλιώς.

Monday October 8, 2007 – 01:10pm (PDT)


«Έλα, έλα, σ’ ένα καράβι μούτσο…» Με χαρακτηριστική άνεση βάζεις αυτή την εισαγωγή διότι για σένα δεν μπορεί να ισχύσει η σκωπτική συνέχεια του άσματος, «και βγήκε ένα σκυλόψαρο και του φαγε τον …»

Εντυπωσιακή φωτογραφία. Πραγματικά δεν μπορώ να την καταλάβω. Το πυραμιδοειδές μοιάζει με ράχη βουνού χωρίς πρόποδες. Σίγουρα πάντως είναι αληθινή φωτογραφία. Το νησάκι αριστερά στον ορίζοντα είναι το Χταπόδι στα ανοιχτά της Μυκόνου.

Αχ ρε Νανά, τι ομορφιές χάσαμε! γμτ μελτέμι μου!

Tuesday October 9, 2007 – 09:38am (EEST)


@ θεϊκή νύφη alien : Ευχαριστώ για το σχόλιο και το μοίρασμα της εμπειρίας. Νομίζω το δικό μου μυστικό επιβίωσης ήταν ότι «καρφώνομαι» με πρακτικά πράγματα. Π.χ. ανησυχούσα για τη μηχανή ή για το πως μαγειρεύεις μακαρονάδα όταν έχει φουρτούνα έξω και μέσα στη κατσαρόλα!
@ AKK : Τι χάσατε; Τι φοράνε τώρα δηλαδή στην Ικαρία; Κουκουλωθήκατε κιόλας με τις προβιές και κρυφτήκατε στα βουνά;
Όπως ξέρεις, σκατολογώ πολύ όταν βρίζω μηχανές (Ελληνικό cliché). Πρώτη φορά το έκανα γραπτά. Φαίνεται πως μ’ επηρέασε η ναυτουριά.

Tuesday October 9, 2007 – 09:41pm (EEST)


Αυτά τα ταξίδια όμως έχουν μοναδικές στιγμές ελευθερίας.

Wednesday October 10, 2007 – 08:13am (EDT)


Στάσου Ελίνα να βρω εκείνη τη φωτογραφία!

Wednesday October 10, 2007 – 10:34pm (EEST)


Αγρίμια κι αγριμάκια μου,
δεν είσαστε για μπάρκα…

Την θαλασσα την μαθαίνεις,την κατακτάς με τα χρόνια, αλλά πάντα πρέπει να σέβεσαι την δυναμή της.
Ως εμπειρία ελπιζω να ήταν αν μη τι άλλο διδακτική.
Να ξέρεις τα ιστιοφόρα μπορούν να πλεύσουν με κάθε καιρό (θεωρητικά), το πληρωμα όμως, μπορεί?
Καλή συνέχεια αν σε τσίμπησε το μικρόβιο.

Friday October 12, 2007 – 07:03pm (CEST)


Εκείνο που με τσίμπησε σίγουρα ήταν η μοναξιά κι η γυμνή ελευθερία στο πέλαγο!


Monday October 15, 2007 – 11:37am (EEST)


Τι ωραία ιστορία! πάντα μου άρεσαν οι θαλασσινές περιπέτειες! Το πρώτο μου μπράτσο ήταν από τη Σαντορίνι στην Αστυπάλαια, πλαγιοδρομία, απόλαυση. Στην επιστροφή μας πιάσαν τα μποφόρια και οι φουρτούνες, αλλά εκείνο το κολπάκι στη Σχοινούσα ήταν η ανταμοιβή μας κι αυτό που είπες, «η μοναξιά κι η γυμνή ελευθερία» 😉

Να κατακτήσεις τη θάλασσα?

Πω πω, τι ύβρις!

υ.γ. τι ωραία φωτογραφία!

Friday October 19, 2007 – 03:16am (EEST)


Γουάου! Καταπληκτική η φωτογραφία στο σχόλιο! 🙂  🙂
Καλά τα λέει ο Yann!s. Γι’ αυτό κι εγώ που μου αρέσουν οι κατακτήσεις, παράτησα τη θάλασσα εδώ και χρόνια. Στη θάλασσα αδύνατον να φτιάξεις μονοπάτια. Καλά το είπε και ο Όμηρος. Τη μοναξιά, την ερημιά και τη γυμνή ελευθερία τη βρίσκω στη στεριά.

Saturday October 20, 2007 – 08:58pm (EEST)


I see lot of sailors gathered here. Don’t give in, agrimi. Somebody has to keep on the lighthouses on the coasts. ^^’

Sunday October 21, 2007 – 09:12am (PDT)


Αν αναφέρεσαι σε μένα Yannis η λέξη «κατακτώ» γράφτηκε με την ερωτική έννοια του όρου. Στην θάλασσα δεν δείχνεις την δυναμή σου αλλά τον έρωτά σου. Τα περι «δυνάμεως» ή «μαγκιάς» οποιουδήποτε είδους δεν «περνάνε» στην θάλασσα.

Thursday November 29, 2007 – 09:04am (CET


Εγώ το «κατακτώ» σου, το κατάλαβα ως «κατακτώ τη γνώση» = μαθαίνω καλά. (Κι ο έρωτας τι είναι άλλωστε; Γνώση δεν είναι, τρομάρα μας;) Ο Yann!s νομίζω μιλούσε γενικά. Απλά ήθελε να εκδηλώσει την ταπεινοσύνη του.

Thursday November 29, 2007 – 01:25pm (EET)