Journey into the Deep Mani. A land for dragons.

The Mani could be described in several way, but not as predictable. When you arrive there, after passing the Taiyetos, looking down at that red, scorched peninsula stretching into the deep blue Aegan Sea, you can almost feel on your...

Life Codex. Does age matter at all in the Big Game?

Does age matter at all? Seriously, can we escape the wheel of time and, if not living forever at least really living for our time being? Well, maybe. This isn’t really a problem. This is an issue that has a...

R-Evolution or the reason why Caucasians are white. And it is not what you think.

Let’s face immediately the elephant in the room. According to Luigi Cavalli Sforza, Caucasians are white just because in ancient times they ate more bread than everybody else. Boom. “Bad carbs”, as any CrossFit fanatic would tell you, are a...

A path leading to nowhere. As it should.

Yesterday, while walking along a pier, I was considering Athens for what it really is. Not a pretty city. An interesting one, instead. A place with a character and a history like no else. The yellowish buildings crowding around the...

Following Medea’s path: secret Corinth

Tell me your secrets, Mountain. Why do I feel so attracted to you? Why do I feel the need of climbing your wall, risking of falling at every step, just to stand on your head for a moment, before going...

Back to the wilds: traveling by foot, one step at a time…

The Pentelicus is red and gold this evening. Like a marshmallow ready to be eaten. From the window, I can see the rocks of the marble caves, shaped through the shades formed by the light of the dying day. A...

My 2018 manifesto… let’s start talking about how much I dislike Xmas first…

The holiday season is over. Finally. I know, I know. It is an old refrain. Like one of those songs, you remember the tune but you are not sure who sang them and when. I know, I am not alone...

From home to home…

Sometimes I feel empty like a white page. I am there, still, waiting for something. A word. A comma. Anything, really. This usually happens when I want (feel the need to) write something, but the thoughts are just too messy....

Hidden Greece: hiking the Ephialtes’ path

We begin the hike entering a pine forest. The way is nothing more than a goat path, a light stripe of previous footsteps and tilled soil that climbs the mountainside. We follow the trail along which Ephialtes, the traitor of...