While on a three day trip to Meteora with friends and while having a coffee at a local cafe, a coach parks just outside the cafe. The passengers come out to get themselves coffee for the road. I can’t help but notice that some of them wear traditional clothes. I asked a lady in her traditional outfit who told me they are off to Pertouli, 45km away, for the annual Sarakatsanis meeting. I look my company straight in the eyes, hesitating to ask, but they just say I could go. They wouldn’t follow along.
Arriving in Pertouli, the 38th Sarakatsani reunion had begun in a beautiful natural setting. I was not too late however and had the time to make images of some of the events.
It seems that when you travel, you can always find hidden surprises and at this point, I would like to apologize to my friends for leaving them alone for a whole day but I know they understand because they are used to my obsession!