Greece - Ikaria

Ikaria, pronounced eeh-ka-ree-ah, is one of the less touristy islands near Samos. With sheer mountain cliffs plunging into the ocean and winding roads that make the locals toenails curl, this biking trek made for a hilly and challenging ride. Our ride across the island took us through some parts some islanders called, "rugged", possibly we traveled through some sort of time warp...our strong legs have conditioned to peddle faster after all! Hoping to catch the festivities of Ikarian Independence Day, we realised too late that the party doesn't start until 1am. Still, a very relaxing and hospitable island.
Transport is as sophisticated as high performance motor cycles and Audis, or as mellow as a donkey. After being in a Kombi for 3 months, I'll take the donkey, some of the motorist seem to enjoy their Euro Rally Racing.
Dionysos is a very hospitable hotel in Kambos. They don't take boarders for only 1 evening, but fortunately our island trek by bicycle brought much pity upon us, refusing to turn us away, especially by the looks of me. Whereas Mike claims, "I could happily ride the Comfort 2000 all day in this 95 degree heat", I can only say, "I'm a snowboarder".
Almost everything is blue and white, and I love it!

The comfort 2000 takes a rest in the shade, it's traveled over 1000-km throughout Greece!
I've had two bathing suit blowouts, and I'm somehow trying to convince Mike he really could use a new pair of flip-flops. Life in our Endless Summer.
The port at Edvilos was a great place to park and wait for our ferry home.