Leaving when you don’t want to

As ridiculous as it is, the easiest way to get new climbing shoes in my size was flying back home and collecting my online order there (no delivery to Greece…)

Home. Serles towering over Wipptal in the morning sun. Shot taken from my parents’ house

Back to the island

I like this shot from the inside of the ferry because it reminds of the opening scene of “Zorba the Greek”. Note the huge spray of the wave outside the window while the mother watches over the sleep of her baby

Back at it with new shoes (and unfortunately, a new haircut too)

Hannes bolts a new route. I was the first to try some moves on this virgin 6b+.

Sailing to Kos in the early morning sun.

Hunting a Mermaid

The new Arginonta Valley sector at dawn

Morning breaks over Kalymnos and Telendos. Entering my first multipitch ‘3 Stripes’ with Justin

The climb ahead of us

A few crucial explanations on multi-pitch rope technique before we start… what could possibly go wrong?!

Half way up ‘3 stripes’

Belaying Justin while he leads…

…and while he finishes the last pitch

I took an eight meter fall as I slipped while I tried to clip the very last bolt of the route. I hit my heel on the way down, but there appeared to be no fracture

Γεώργιος chilling in “his” pool, embodying archaic Greek coolness to perfection

“I’m drunken like a seasick dream/ In this dream I am awake/ I am awake” (Jack Johnson, “Seasick dream”)