The Ravello Wedding. A Fairytale about a Fairytale

 Travelling 2283 Km from Bucharest to Ravello, Italy to one of the most beautiful wedding location I ever saw, to make a fairytale come true

The Ravello episode happened so fast that without even realising I was already in a van heading with full speed towards Romanian border to Hungary, It was 5AM and I was looking outside the window how mists were lingering above the ground glowing from the morning sunshine on Transylvanian plains.

The Ravello Wedding. A Fairytale about a Fairytale

Meteora. Greece on the road.

Meteora, the world above the earth, beneath the clouds, overlooking the plain of Thessaly

The last day of my road trip to Greece came so fast that I could not believe that the eight days allocated for it already passed. We left Lefkada pretty early, not before having my coffee on the terrace watching the sea thou. We had a long trip ahead of us, 405 km to Thessaloniki where we were supposed to spend the last night before leaving Greece. I kept looking at the amazingly blue colour of the sea and although I was sad for leaving I was happy for the time spent in its vicinity. I will be back! I know I will!

On the today agenda was a detour to Meteora. I thought that since I have been so many times in Greece maybe I should see Meteora although I wasn’t very enthusiastic about the idea. I would have preferred to spend another  day close to the sea if possible. In my mind, I had an idea of what I might see there, or at least I thought I knew what I might see there. Again I realise how wrong I was. What I found there was beyond my expectations.

Meteora. Greece on the road.

Lefkada again. Greece on the road.

Lefkada, a unique beauty with mesmerising blue waters washing its shores

It was those incredible blue waters that made me return to Lefkada. I could not stay away nor miss it. I could not have a road trip through Greece without going to Lefkada. I just couldn`t.

I left Corfu with no regrets. Two days are not enough for an island to visit, but it was enough for me. In my mind, I could already see myself wandering on the west coast Lefkada. From Igoumenitsa where the ferry left us after crossing the sea we took, the road E55. 135 km road to Lefkada is passing through some scenic landscape. Lefkada is an island connected to the mainland by a mobile bridge so it does not involve crossing the sea with a ferry. Be aware, thou, after you cross the mobile bridge you might encounter the “greeting committee“. This “greeting committee“ has the sole purpose to collect money for the budget so you might find yourself being fined without knowing why. Don`t worry they will find a reason. I am saying this because we had  the “pleasure “ of meeting this committee and our contribution to the budget was 40 euros.  The irony of the situation was that they accused Crina of speeding when she definitely was not. Don`t get me wrong, she is far from being a saint, speeding is her middle name. But that particularly moment she was not speeding at all.

Lefkada again. Greece on the road.

Greece, on the road. Back to Corfu

Corfu, marked by the symbol of water was always part of Greek history starting with Greek mythology…

“Nausicaa: Never forget me, for I gave you life“ Homer- Odyssey

Back to Corfu! Driven by my curiosity I am always returning to places which are raising questions not answered yet.

The island of Corfu, the love nest of Poseidon and the nymph Kerkyra it is bounded by the water symbol and despite the tourism industry invasion still keeps some unaltered features. Since I have been there twice already, this time, I knew for sure where I want to go and what I want to see. As always, my aim was..the west coast…

Greece, on the road. Back to Corfu

Greece on the Road. Parga

“There is a path in my garden which leads to my hidden place.
There is a place in my garden which is my secret space.
There is a space in my garden which is my little Heaven..Parga, Greece“  The Lonely Traveler

Parga…Parga, it is indeed my little piece of heaven…But wait…I forgot an essential thing.,What the hell is Parga!? I know. There aren`t may of you who know what Parga is so I should clarify this mystery.

Parga is a small town on the north-west coast of Greece in the region of Epirus. It is famous for its scenic beauty and the architectural style has French and Venetian influences. It was the only free village under the Ottoman Occupation and they fought along with the Venetians from Corfu Island against the Turks.

Greece on the Road. Parga

Greece. On the road series

Crossing Greece from Kavala on the East coast to Parga on the West coast. 495 km on Egnatia Odos Highway through mountainous regions of  Thrace and Epirus

Greece! YES!!! This time was going to happen and I could not wait to be again on the road. Packed as always more than I need it and we hit the road…If in Montenegro were three of us, this time, it was just Crina and I. Me as always being in charge of the navigation.

From Bucharest to Kavala are 569 km and to get there we had to cross Bulgaria where I discovered that besides navigation I had to do some camera spotting and traffic police spotting too in order to avoid getting any fine for speeding. This spotting business kept me alert and I did not realise when we crossed the border with  Greece at Makaza.

Greece. On the road series

Travelling, Photographing when seeking for Dracula

Walking on Dracula`s footsteps. Bucharest to Poienari Arges, Vidraru Dam and then trying to cross the Fagaras  mountains  to Transylvania on Transfagarasan road

Another Sunday, another escape. This time, I wasn`t after a hard working week but after a night in a club. Hmm…maybe someday I should cover the nightlife in Bucharest too. Till then, though, I shall return to my story, which goes like this.

I was feeling like being hit by a train when Crina called me and asked me to join he for a tip. Destination, as always, anywhere as long as is far from Bucharest. Of course, I could not say no. Even if I were dead the word “road trip “ would have returned me from the land of the dead instantly. Still sleepy we agreed to take the road to Curtea de Arges and from there to go to Poienari Fortress and after although we knew the Transfagarasan road is closed due to the snow at high altitude to go till the snow is too thick and we can’t continue.  Well, we were hoping that there would not be any snow and we will be able to cross the mountains to Transylvania

Travelling, Photographing when seeking for Dracula

Travelling, Flowering and Photographing around Romania

How to escape Bucharest without having a plan

From Bucharest to Campina, going to Valea Doftanei deep in the mountains. Crossing the Secaria to Comarnic to go to Sinaia and then back to Bucharest

Despite having a dreadful week and being so tired after such hard work, the moment Crina called and asked said to me “Let`s escape Bucharest and go somewhere, anywhere!“, I haven’t hesitated not even a second and I said “YES!!!“.  I was already seeing myself lying in the grass with my eyes closed having my photosynthesis moment while listening to the wind passing through the tall grass around me. Having this in my mind we thought is better to avoid the most common places and chose the one where is less likely to see the Bucharest dwellers barbeque on the side of the road listening loud music.

Travelling, Flowering and Photographing around Romania

The Mysterious and Magical South-West Transylvania

Seeking for the Sarmizegetusa, the ancient Dacian citadel hidden in the core of Orastie Mountains in South-West Transylvania

 

When you hear Transylvania, many of you will probably think Dracula, Bran, Brasov, Sibiu, Sighisoara, rolling green hills…Well..YES! Transylvania is all that, but also much more. In the South-West, in the core of the mountains lies the ruins of Sarmizegetusa, the ancient capital and sacred place of Dacians. A magical place and its mysteries were not fully uncovered yet…Probably, by now I already stirred up your imagination. Good! The thing is, that you have to be patient…

The Mysterious and Magical South-West Transylvania

When the Roads are Leading to Rome

Sometimes in life “All the roads are leading to Rome“ and the best thing to do is to take your time to understand what Rome is all about

The roads of my life took me to Rome in a very unplanned way and since I was having a true “Roman Holiday“ I was thinking that I should try to see the Rome behind appearances and stereotypes. Same as everybody else I was having an image about Rome in my mind and I found that in some aspects my imagination was going too far and in some my imagination was lacking depth.

When the Roads are Leading to Rome