Travelling from the source of the Nile to the birth place of democracy, I landed in Athens not quite fully prepared for the all encompassing wall of heat that is the European summer.
Flight delays, errors in hostel bookings and extreme exhaustion aside my first impression of Athens was a good one. A stone’s throw away from the Acropolis and several hundred gelati stores, my location was perfect.
Tempted by the handmade necklaces that spell your name in Greek, I traipsed the tourist destinations with new found friends and managed to book ferries between the islands like a pro.
Once on the islands, my life was a different story. First stop Santorini offered some solstice, some peace and quiet from the entourage of young party goers causing general mayhem that greeted me at Ios. Paros was the quintessentially quaint Greek island; beautiful and peaceful, this was undoubtedly my favourite spot.
Escaping with a few thousand less brain cells and a slightly less congenial relationship with my liver, I did manage to grab some choice snaps of one of the most beautiful countries in the Mediterranean.