The story of My Life as An Artist on a Greek island is quite literally taking a break on a Greek island. ...

Agatha took me away from Souvala on the road that headed towards the coast. The sky was deepening in that exquisite red colour and it reflected on the sea...

it was a wonderful experience as Agatha gracefully free wheeled down the mountain road from Palia Hora, the aroma's from the herbs and plants were intoxicating....

When I got back to my villa it took little time for me to grab a small sketch book, a pencil and a bottle of water. Within minutes I was back on Agatha....

It had been a few weeks since I had learnt how to live with Nature. After my experiences with Roy, that lesson was one I would never forget....

The villa was all set up for sleeping and eating and the fridge was full. I had found an old barbecue in the cella and various practical things...

We made it through the last road toll and crossed the border into Northern Greece. The sun raised its head above the horizon and the clear light filled the Van....

as we drove towards Belgrade, I spotted a building that looked like a road side cafe and told Baz to pull over. He looked drained from the Wuzzen Pass road....

My geographical knowledge was as good, well as good as any other person, so it was not an issue to identify the major roads in Europe....

My Life as an Artist on a Greek island. Odyssey Part ll. The day arrived when the Greek Odyssey was to begin. The transport for the Greek Odyssey "...