1. Getting ready to ride the Silver Devil. He's a dirty ol' bastard, and will not answer to the call of just any man:

2. You can go high, you can go low, but if you go without your trusty compass you will only be going around in circles:

3. Finally on the road - eat my dust, suckers!

4. Some time later, we are finally by the sea. Oropos is no grand resort and it is no amazing island, it is simply convenient. Even so, the "simply convenient" here still beats the best of what our northern neighbours have to offer. Let's park and check it out:

5. Fantastic, managed to park only a meter away from the pavement! Amazing driving skills, right? Anyway, on to "Old Men, Fishing", which is quite a popular theme here:

6. The sea also looks quite good today:

7. But let's not lose focus here, it's all about Old Men, Fishing!

8. OK, maybe we should mix it up a bit...say Old Men, Fishing, while Yellow Ferry Named AFter the God Of War Makes Port:

9. Phew! That was a lot of old men, I'm exhausted. Time toget something to eat...now, according to M., this should be something light, so, hmm...how about fish? That's right, fish! Fish don't even count, they're like fruit from the sea:

10. That sure was "plenty o' fish", good thing they don't count. I could do with some iced coffee:

11. Ah, fresh fish, freddo cappucino, what else could a man wish for. Well, there IS one more thing, but there's no other option than to save my apetite, it's going to be a long week and half from now now! Might be a good idea to calm down, relax, relaaax, think of boats....think of srene, quiet little fishing boats...

12. Good, that's much better! Time to visit the ol' country house. First thing tomorrow, the work has to start. On the way, pass by the old Oropos prison. During the military junta (1967-74), they were used to hold anti-fascists, nowadays they are used as a school. Fitting, in its way. They are also in bloom, summer is their season:

13. Passing the municipality - someone has to pay the water bill:

14. And from a random pink store along the way:

15. Going out of the town, and towards the mountain:

16. My my, architecture is picking up around here...

17. Old olives, and new olives (and a bottle of extra virgin in the trunk):

18. Finally, "Friendship Street", looks like we're here!

19. All that green might look good, but for the railings to be painted, most of it will have to be stripped:

20. Sure would have been easier if I had a couple of assistant to direct...I could potentially put M. to the task, but I will first need to think of a slick way to reverse-psycology her into it. Something as straightforward as "I bet you CANT paint my house" will probably not work. In the meantime, here's Plan B: ship all the random stuff from around the house and the yard to Bermondsey Street, sell as "organic, vintage, earthy masterpieces", pocket the profits and hire some workers. Brilliant!

21. Problem solved then. Time for another beer and a nap before the evening. Notice the big mirror opposite the bed (This Is Innuendo):

22. That's it for now. Good job persevering all the way to 22, because I saved the best for last!