Hydra, was it all a dream?
There is no traffic on Hydra. No cars, no scary quadbikes, no taxis, no bikes even — just donkeys. All you can hear in the morning is the somewhat ear drum bursting heeeeee haw, which I actually came to love, and the slapping sound of espadrilles on smooth marble-stone streets. One hour with the fast […]
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