Frankie und ich nach einer langen Tour...durch die Berge 😂

Dear people, let's just do this with the voice message. It's been a few days again that have accumulated with so many stories in total, so it starts with my last location at the campsite where I met Wolfgang who, together with a Greek, saw Franky—who Mother belongs to—and said what a cool car and was standing right next to Franky and me with a beer when we parked, and from that something developed that was really totally intense in intensity. So I know Wolfgang's life story, I know that of his family including the Greek relatives down to cousins, I've been told about weddings that took place, about the storm in 2024. We rode up into the mountains on the motorcycle and there's also that photo with the two cars they dug out of the riverbed—they hadn't seen them before, that actually only happened when in 2025 after the next storm they tried to straighten this river course a bit again and excavated the thing, that's when the cars came to light. Like I said, I was at the Greek tavern, I met Greeks, we sat together with them, I was able to help Wolfgang with two or three things because he basically played the groundskeeper and at the same time also the canteen manager in the last two months—so many stories all around, just unbelievable and funny of course, in any case. And when I started yesterday or wanted to start, the owner was there—so the son of the owner, the manager—and offered me a discount to just stay a bit longer and I explained to him why I had to move on and he was completely okay with that, and I really looked at the topography beforehand and I knew I had to get up this mountain again to get to the other side to Wohlhaus. Of course I also had an encounter in one of the small alleys after I'd been on the road for an hour and a half, in the middle of a small village where a big garbage truck came toward me and took up exactly the width of the street, and I was driving slightly downhill and there were houses on the left and right—it was a real maneuver, really with such a narrow scrape over the entrance to a stairway that leads down to the other house, so I went slightly over the corner—if I'd been five centimeters further then Frankie and I would have crashed. So everything worked out perfectly, it was just exciting in the way that it costs a lot of energy. Eventually we managed it, and in the meantime of course several more cars had gathered behind the garbage truck, so they spent a quarter of an hour driving past first, and it wasn't just me—behind me were also two Mercedes that also had to reverse and disappear somewhere so he could get through with his car. He was totally relaxed when I was standing in front of him because he actually had a gap earlier where he didn't stop, and he just waved at me, crossed his arms and indicated with the back of his left hand like "I'm coming, back up." I'm bigger, heavier, I have time too, I'm a civil servant, so I can stand around all day—that was the clear expression of it. I totally loved it, was really funny. Exactly, and beyond that there were of course many more such funny little details. I stopped along the way because on the way there I actually rushed past it while driving uphill—so at 15 at the bio farm that sells everything from olive oil to a bit of their own schnapps, all eco logico, and even though they don't have cash I of course stopped and said I definitely need a jar of honey. I took along a homemade schnapps too, it was on sale, and also a liter of olive oil—it's total nonsense of course, on the other hand it's totally nice, I'm happy. I actually also stopped at the farmhouse up when I was still in the mountains—they had a little cobbled-together stand in front of their property, and I was served by the funny old granny in a proper apron who was sitting at a table sorting beans, and by her granddaughter, and got apples—three different varieties—two different pears and a few pomegranates, and the whole thing was really funny and nice. And arriving here in Galaxidi—why Galaxidi? Because I find it funny, so I'm in Galaxidi—Galaxidi because I found a description that defined the place as pretty quiet and relaxed. There are a few nice bays here, I've already walked around a bit, yesterday I also drove around and actually changed my location—the location I basically just transmitted to you no longer exists, since I spent the night basically on a main road and a parallel access road for the town, and 40-ton trucks thunder along the main road all night long, and when you're 50 meters away in a quiet bay where there are no other sounds except a bit of sea lapping, that's a bit annoying, so I ruled that out. There'll also be photos of my new location within Galaxidi in a moment. Exactly, what else was there? Oh yes, there was of course yesterday evening when I was sitting outside and relaxing looking at the sea, there was someone who came with an electric bike, a German whose name I've forgotten—I'll probably find out tonight because he arranged to meet me for a beer—who first said, this is totally interesting, everyone assumes I'm not traveling alone. So then also the thing with the announcement just now: if you stand here it could be that the fire department comes and sends me away tonight because most cars that have catalytic converters, they're afraid that under here this undergrowth, this dry grass and everything starts to burn—high forest fire danger, totally dry. And except for the disturbing trucks there was nothing else tonight. I had a nice workout this morning, first in the rising sun and then when it got too strong I moved into the shade a bit, already went for a swim, and sitting at the computer to let you participate in what's happening here with me. Exactly, so I'll finish this now with the following photos and also update Instagram a bit to catch up on the story so that it eventually corresponds to the real location and route. There's probably maybe after a phone call yesterday—thanks for that—a further contact on Crete, because I'm not really getting anywhere there regarding the pitch. I have an offer now from In Ritmo, but that's still almost 17 euros per day, and in the absence of income it's not really what I can afford. Exactly, there again actually the note to the 17 who already tried it with clicking on my coffee—back then it was called something different—you can try again, gladly, because although I saw in total what was there at the end, that was great, thank you very much, but I don't have your names because you all did it anonymously, and otherwise I would personally invite you again. For everyone else who wants to try it out, you're welcome to do so—I'm happy if you also write a little text with it. Exactly, so I'll continue and I wish you a great course for today's still young day. Have one more smile, feel hugged, and I wish you peaceful and joyful moments. Until then.