RELAXING IN VOUGLIAMENI, ATHENS

I as of late had the delight of flying down to Athens for a couple of days, apparently to partake in the Travel Trade Athens appear, yet in addition to have a touch of fun investigating this city.

Since it's where Western civilisation began and one which by one way or another I have never visited, I jumped at the opportunity to investigate, and even attached a couple of days to my agenda to take in a couple of more sights. (by carlisle taxi)

Helpfully, a flawless inn in the Vougliameni area inquired as to whether I'd be keen on remaining with them for a couple of evenings amid my time in Athens. Which appeared as though a match made in paradise.

Alright, so the Vougliameni locale, being 20km or so outside of Athens itself, is maybe not the best area for downtown area investigating if that is your prime core interest. It is anyway tremendously excellent in of itself, and makes an extraordinary base for seeing a greater amount of Athens and it's lovely encompasses.

I spent my first couple of days simply meandering around Vougliameni with my camera, before heading for the city to perceive what that was about. Meandering about with a camera is just about my most loved activity anyplace, yet considerably more so when the view resembles this:

So I was very upbeat. What's more, loose. Two critical things for any trek!

Somewhat about Vougliameni.

It's rich. Like Croesus. Well – generally. The Greek monetary inconveniences of the previous couple of years have surely left their scars, with whole hotels, eateries and structures just walled off, graffiti'd and disintegrating endlessly. See that stunning looking retreat in the shot underneath? Better believe it, that is encompassed by spiked metal, cautioning signs, and a general demeanor of deserting.

Yet, whatever is left of Vougliameni gives off an impression of being doing fine and dandy. Costly vehicles pootle on by. Private shorelines give off an impression of being the standard, offering perfect umbrellas and cautiously raked sandy encounters. The eateries that are open are smooth and enticing undertakings. What's more, the marina is home to some honestly madly costly looking yachts. (by bradford taxi)

My meanders took me along some less private shorelines (having experienced childhood with a shoreline, I have a repugnance for paying to get sand in my camera gear) and out to the headland, past the previously mentioned marina, a magnificent spot with a gathering of profoundly deserted solid structures and perspectives on a water so blue it about detonated my mind.

Wildflowers lined the roadside, and an armada of yachts hurried by, unmistakably in a race to get some place. I hurried around, shooting in the noontime day, exploring for a convenient nightfall area.

It turned out, cheerfully, that that day-time area of above was entirely great at night also.

Reward point on the off chance that you can recognize the angler in either shot.

So yes – a lot of meandering, a large number of photographs, a great deal of reflection regarding how a region so obviously wealthy could likewise be home to such surrender. Also, a ton of unwinding.

Talking about which, a couple of words about the inn I remained at in Vougliameni, the Hotel Margi, who were sufficiently benevolent to put me up for three evenings.
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This is a somewhat extravagance style spot, two minutes stroll from several carefree pleasant shorelines, with its own pool (in spite of the fact that April was somewhat right off the bat regarding giving that a go) and a really fantastic eatery.