The Rite of cycling to an Ancient Place

When I was a student at secondary school, and even later on at university, ancient monuments never really appealed to me. However, growing up, and especially since I took up cycling, I began to see things very differently. These places shine bright on an another dimension, totally foreign to the coincidental interest of the motorized…

Gym Lockdown: The demise of body’s practical value

My first contact with psychical exercise started sometime back in my early high school days, when I discovered at school the magic of the chin-up bar, trying with a close friend for months to break the school record for most pullups. Twenty classic front pullups. The record, at the time, was held by a scrawny…

Cycling means exploring

Few days ago, we decided to visit one more time the famous Panachaiko (the biggest mountain of the area). I have visited this place more than 30 times, but it’s a beautiful mountain and I usually don’t complain. The plan was to reach the beautiful green plateau at the top (you can search the blog…

In the footsteps of Erymanthian Boar…again (Photo travelogue)

A week ago, me and some friends decided to visit and sleep on Erymanthos again. A big beautiful mountain in the central Greece. According to the Greek mythology mount Erymanthos was the place where the Erymanthian boar used to live before it was killed by Hercules. We decided to climb the mountain from the northern…

The forgotten art of gaining time by riding a bike

When we go for a bike ride we rarely if ever have a schedule. What we generally do is start from the city and aim for a mountain or a beautiful rural place. Starting out the ride, we ride silently as we can’t hear anything but the cars and the noise from the bustling city….