I really didn’t take many photographs in Skyros. Partly because it was probably the least photogenic of the islands I’d been to so far (but definitely still worth the visit), and partly because I was trying to enjoy my time with Priscila.
After Ms. P left Skopelos, my plan was to take an excursion boat to Alonissos and load up on photographs there, but the wind conspired against me once again and all boats were grounded.
As luck would have it, the wind also brought in brilliant blue skies for the first time all week, turning the old town into a symphony of blue and white:
I made my way back to the mainland today. Only a few hours away from an island and a beach and already I’m going through withdrawal. I may be a goner.
Tomorrow I’ll begin to make my way to Mt. Olympus, home of the twelve Olympians and site of the battle with the Titans. There’s only a few weeks in late July and August when the mountain is sufficiently clear enough to trek up to the top. Hopefully, its not still too early. Trekking in snow would be a challenge considering I still only have flip flops.
Wish me luck.
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