Kassandra to Sithonia with a sailing boat

17/07/2018

A photographic journal ~ 2018

I went back home for my wedding party in Halkidiki, and my best man, my brother, and a few of my closest friends put together a laid-back bachelor day on a sailing boat.

The plan was simple ~ sail between Kassandra and Sithonia, turn the music up, open a few drinks, and tick the box for tradition. What happened instead was better: laughs, catching up, unexpectedly deep conversations, too much food, and the perfect excuse to photograph the landscape and my people.

Nothing over the top ~ just good humans, good vibes, and the sea doing what it does best.

01 / BETWEEN TWO PENINSULAS

There is something about seeing Halkidiki from the water that changes its scale. Kassandra slowly disappears behind you while Sithonia grows sharper ahead, and for a few hours the only real coordinates are blue water, open sky, and the people sharing the deck.

TORONEOS GULF ~ BETWEEN KASSANDRA AND SITHONIA.

02 / A QUIET ROCK IN THE TORONEOS GULF

The uninhabited island of Kelifos floats quietly in the Toroneos Gulf, around five kilometres southwest of Neos Marmaras. Rugged and wild, its coastline is mostly rock, steep drops, hidden coves, pine and olive trees.

Locals also call it Chelona ~ turtle ~ because of its shape. No one calls it home today, but the water around it is alive, and from the boat it feels like one of those places that does not need much explanation.

03 / MY PEOPLE, SOMEWHERE AT SEA

Looking back, the landscape was only half the story. The rest was the people on that boat ~ the kind of friendships where a few hours together can carry years of history without needing to say it out loud.

04 / A TOAST TO ALL OF US

Looking back, this was easily one of the most personal and heartfelt experiences of my life ~ something I’ll carry with me for years. I put the original post together nearly a year after it happened, and most of the guys had not even seen the photos yet.

So this one remains for Pablo, Theo, Giorgos, Markos, Stergios, Peter, Andy, and our fearless captain Greg. And for my brothers Lampros and Iasonas, who missed the boat but were there in spirit.