It ‘s a story, that of Manolo, beginning five years ago at his first meeting
with the island of sponges of retzina of blue, Meltemi and an infinite series of
cliffs caressed by wind and waves . There’s people, there are climbers, there is
the whole appeal of climbing Mediterranean island where the "Mithos" is … a
beer and (even) a bit ‘of ancient history …

"The idea of Luke to go to Greece on a boat and sail more or less randomly,
looking for some nice cliff to climb, does not excite me. Above all, why wait
for the wind surfing, or went away to finish throwing up, was not exactly what I
wanted to do. While autumn leaf, a magazine, suddenly, a unique pair of glasses
emerges from the sea of the Dodecanese. Behind the unnamable mount a Andrea di
Bari is lost in the stone … stone so incredibly much. Kalymnos … Island of
sponges, which had suddenly Greece did for us.

The ferries from Kos takes about one hour to reach the port of Pothea but during
the journey, even for a second island shows its vertical dimension. Everything
is burnt sienna, white spots greek blue stripes around the harbor. The rest
remains sealed just as the crew faces, motionless and indifferent to meltemi
always darting over the sea and ideas here. We have been kindly invited by the
island town to know and assess the potential of these alleged extraordinary
cliffs.

The shipping and Brancaleone, but complete: The writer Andrea rejoiced,
officially in charge of the story is accompanied by a friend needed to support
alcohol, the photographer David Carrara, forced to the documentation, is
accompanied by beautiful wife, female presence is essential. Image, despite
himself, needed to refine the men immortalized and simian presence on
overhanging rocks, the only possible director Luca Gasparini, helped by anyone,
even relative to what appears roams around again looking for a house.

We are kindly welcomed by authorities and delicious red mullet deliciously
accompanied dall’insalata national. After acclimatization to the dutiful "resin"
(which is not the local indoor gym, but the typical greek wine), the day after
crossing the island to finally win a strong position Massouri – gentlemen hosted
Mr. P. Economou – on the northern side. We are over half of October, and that
the island is practically deserted. Front and above the waves, the shape of
Telendos seems like a huge stretch transatlantic anchor.

Behind us, above, to
slow the North melteni a long, incredible, infinite series of cliffs. A low
intense Mediterranean light falls into the sea every night here, more than any
other part, it hides history. The rock ignites orange unreal. We run a bit ‘here
a little’ there stunned by the wind, trying to hold everything you need to
discover, invariably surprised by the shadows between the thorns and wild thyme
before dark.