Oct 8, 2019
Acheron River, Greece
https://www.johaneichhorn.net/
In ancient Greek mythology, Acheron was known as the "river of woe", and was one of the five rivers of the Greek underworld.
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Acheron River, Greece
https://www.johaneichhorn.net/
In ancient Greek mythology, Acheron was known as the "river of woe", and was one of the five rivers of the Greek underworld.
A different kind of journey. Walking through the stunning Acheron River in Greece, a place steeped in mythology where the living once met the dead. Standing on the banks of the Acheron River, where ancient myths tell of Charon, the ferryman of the dead, guiding souls to the underworld. There's a profound, almost mystical energy here - a powerful reminder of Greece's rich history and the stories that shaped the world. It’s more than a beautiful landscape; it’s a journey through time and legend. The water is freezing, the views are breathtaking, and the feeling of being in such a historic location is unforgettable.
#acheronriver #purebliss
Fanari.
On our way from Paxos the skies were turning increasingly grey, until it started pouring violently for a short while. It was quite spectacular to experience this in the open sea. But when we arrived in Fanari we were greeted by a calm, sunny afternoon, perfect for some beach shenanigans.
Fanari is a great, wide bay at the entrance to the Acheron river, on the mainland, near the town of Parga. The beach is very sandy and wide, but the salt water mixes with the cooler fresh water from the river, making it the freshest we’ve had so far.
In the evening we decided to venture up the river to admire the unusual and stunning scenery. It felt rather surreal to be surrounded by such different views from our usual sea landscapes. After a wander around the town and a tasty fish meal we headed back to Natalia, expecting a quiet night. Alas, it turned out to be quite eventful...
Just as we were getting ready to call it a night we heard wind picking up outside. Before we knew it we were amidst a frontal storm with thunders, rain and wind gusting up to 40 knots - the strongest wind we’ve had to date. Martin experienced worse only in the very beginning in February when crossing to Chroatia during the bora season.
From a totally quiet night we found ourselves in life vests, in full readiness, waiting the storm out and dreading to hear the sound of our anchor getting ripped out. When it finally passed over, luckily with our anchor intact, we went to bed greatly relieved, only to wake up few hours later for a repeat show! Needless to say we were both really happy when the dawn broke and the quiet came for good.
Luckily Thor never realised what was happening around him and calmly missed the whole thing - twice :-)