My personal experience to this event is limited to a surprised look and around 50 photos. I really admire these people! They did what I wouldn't even dare to think of doing. Ride a bike completely nude and exposed in one of the busiest streets of the world.
An ecstatic festival of drinking and dancing to Dionysian rhythms takes place in the historic city of Missolonghi. The grand event is the parade of the horses along with the arm bearers.
This customs takes place twice a year in the Historic Town of Missolonghi. This is the summer one, which is much more crowded than the winter one and lasts for three consecutive days.
The annual festival of Matala beach. A large hippie movement used to live here in the nearby caves. Every summer, a festival is organized with music and dancing until the morning.
Suddenly I hear a loud noise and songs and then I see them in a row going out through the woods. The point where they come out is green, full of tall ferns and dense firs. I'm lucky, it's worth it, the bad weather also helps.
In an old and somehow derelict part of the city center, dozens of street restaurants and food stalls pile up local delicacies, traditional dishes from other regions and even the odd "contemporary" dish.
The Heart of Street Food in Xian. I found out Chinese Muslims are the best cookers at northwest China, so we decided to stay inside the greatest food redoubt ruled by these people and that was for sure the greatest idea of this trip. I learned so much about feeding, that all my concept tears apart, with a whole new level of tastes. The only thing I regret was not to have tasted all that I could.