Thanks Jenn. This was one of my crowning moments of travel glory 😀 Still love this old project!

Thanks Cecilia! It was a really fun and special project.

That is quite the story, Tania! I’m glad now that I just posed for the picture and didn’t try the hill 🙂 Thank you so much for your kind words about my blog and about this project in particular — they really mean a lot to me! x

I’ve discovered your blog few weeks ago and like most people i’m totally addicted to it.
I started reading it from the very first posts, and this on is so special, so creative, so nostalgic, so full of love and respect, I had to finally comment !

I remember this path in Santorini, I had booked a ship cruise to the volcano island and was a bit late, so in kind of a rush. When I asked at my hotel I was told the descend would only take me like ten minutes. So I went, and was badly surprised to face a path totally full of donkeys and their holders… The men didnt’ want to let us go through without paying a fee ! Witch I was absolutelly not willing to do. We argued with them but that was useless.
Thus we tried to make our way through the herd anyway and though my boyfriend was quite good at it I started to have like a panic attack. the donkeys were restless and rearing and I couldn’t stop myself from picturing my face shattered by one of teir hoof.
I was paralysed.
And time was not waiting for me to be brave.
I had to get rid of my dignity and somehow started to climb barriers and walls in order to avoid the donkeys pugilism.

I was of course grumbling, swearing and even crying all way long. (Panic attack, remember ?)
Finally arriving at the end of the way down, there was a last donkey jam I had to go through.
I was out of nerves and asked, again, politely to the holders if they could put the beasts away just for a bunch of seconds and they, again, asked me money for it.
I was so scared to miss the boat and that I would have been sent to Hell for no reason I eventually gave them 5 euros.
Grumbling. Swearing. Crying. More than ever. Especially swearing. Very, very loud.
I actually hadn’t really realised I loud I was swearing until I got the the dock, and face the ship, waiting for us, and the big audience on it, watching and hearing our little drama as in a theatre.

Shame.

But, still, a memory I’ll never forget, and my friends favorite journey travel.

So, sorry for mixing up your comment field and my own blog but reading your blog means so much to me, and this one post especially, all that you share with us, I wanted to share a little with you.

Keep writting, phographing and blogging ! You are inspiring.

(And excuse my english i’m french…)

Hi Kristy! I’m so glad you found me 🙂 This is one of my favorite posts, even years later! I hope you’ll keep following along, and happy travels to you and your partner!

Thanks Leah, this is one of my favorite projects I’ve ever done! Glad people are still finding it!