Driving north from Neapoli, I passed through Velanidia and its stunning cliffside blooms, then discovered the tradition of Greece’s roadside shrines—kandylakia—where loss, memory, and faith meet on the edge of the road.

A slow and solitary drive along the Peloponnese coast reveals deserted chapels, lonely graves, and the quiet beauty of villages untouched by time.

A spontaneous stop in the Peloponnese mountains reveals crumbling cottages, new hillside homes, a pristine church, a one-table tavern, and a mayor’s cat. Greece, off-script.

Cruising the Peloponnese becomes an unforgettable experience—through free winding roads and costly highways alike. This is a tribute to the landscape, the curves, the cliffs, and the feeling of freedom behind the wheel.

On the road to the Peloponnese, I passed stunning hidden beaches and the wild beauty of the Kalamas Delta—an unexpected wonderland of water and wildlife. But a sudden patch of trash in the heart of nature snapped the spell.

A quiet day through Albania’s backlands: wild horses, unfazed cows, and resting souls with a view over their earthly paradise.

Brief but stirring: a drive across Montenegro reveals breathtaking landscapes and hidden lakes like Poljičko, tempting a longer return. For now, it’s a fleeting glimpse—Greece calls, but the Western Balkans linger.

First encounter with Croatia—driving through Karlovac region, stunned by the natural harmony of lakes, forests, and gentle tourism. A landscape that evoked memories of the Smoky Mountains and the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Leaving Solothurn for an unscripted journey along the sea’s quieter edges — with a motorhome, a camera, and no urgent destination.