Taking a break on Poros
Poros, I knew in advance, was not my island. By this I mean, that Poros was not the island that I would pick for a longer writing break. Poros, I …
Poros, I knew in advance, was not my island. By this I mean, that Poros was not the island that I would pick for a longer writing break. Poros, I …
I woke up in Tourlida from my best sleep in a while. I felt that I had finally recovered from the ferry night to Igoumenitsa. Both physically, for the lack …
I woke up once again from my improvised camp site on the promenade deck. The neon lamp above my head was still shining bright, but the wind had stopped and …
Two ferry boats were anchored in the port of Vlorë. I cycled to the seaside to look at them, then paused on the handlebars with a last-moment hesitation, as thoughts …