Yellow Riders

A night out for a beer (or two... or three...) in the midst of the distinct scent of illegal tobacco across the darker corners of central Athens' smaller squares.

An opportunity to travel to small villages in southern Italy where the elderly can still speak and understand Greek, lakes and forests in the higher mountains of Montenegro, numerous local festivals in between thunder storms.

That was tigraki's journey to Italy and Montenegro.

I could stay out all night long. Chatting and dreaming of places and people.