Do you have any go to gear? This is my favorite #Montbell ultra light jacket where it’s been to over 30 countries with me. I lost it somewhere in Colombia last week. I’m super bummed it’s gone but made many memories in it. What are some of your go to gear you cannot travel without?
Do you have mad packing skills? World-traveler, Amanda of @livelifewellmanyways does! She’s sharing five tips for traveling light and healthy on today’s blog (link in bio). (Pic by @jengilhoi and yes, all of this fit into our compact travel case, swipe left for proof)
Are you guilty of over-packing? Any tips you have to share? We’d love to hear them!
@perrillo__ and I visited the port of Piraeus to traverse the lines of tat and treasure that make the Sunday flea market. It was only because of a chanced glance out of the train window a week earlier that I noticed the market. Turning left out of Piraeus station you immediately find men selling counterfeit tobacco and pairs of fake Nike’s. Walk a little further however and you will find hundreds of makeshift stalls, mostly ground sheets laden with everything from seventies Greek playboy mags to old fountain pens. A quarter of the way along the main road I noticed the fading hand painted sign of a coffee bar. Mismatched furniture facing away from the bar looked as odd as the octopus drying on a length of washing line at the bars entrance. In a dimly lit corner an old man is singing sea shanty songs, the laptop and backing tracks at total odds with the otherwise dated setting; somehow though it feels right. On all sides, the interior is adorned with paintings with the dullest hues. We were promptly offered a small table and 2 bottles of FIX. The beers arrived with a small plate of salted vegetables and super ripe tomatoes sliced into quarters. Adjacent to us a guy with the swarthiest of sun beaten features contorts and writhes to the melodies emanating from the singer and his laptop. Clearly drunk, and probably after an evening at sea catching that ever crispier looking octopus he proudly sings along to each new song. There are only about 10 people in the bar, including a man who is yarning hessian to a glass bottle. Head down he politely interrupts what he is doing each time a song ends, to clap, before returning to his work. The songs are brief, there’s lots of clapping.