It has been two years. Two years travelling. Two years , four summers, none winter.

This year? This year we took a day off.

So we waxed!

ΜΠΕΕΕΕ

the cameltoe

the gilrs

and the kooks

ΚΟΛΟΙ

Yeap we like it

We scored big this summer. The sets were there, the wind was there , the lads , the parties, the chics ,the wives , the kooks ,the bad lucks, the fun. WE were there!

Solid sets bombarded tsoukalia. Big days kept comming. What else could we ask for?

The dogs and the dawgs.

Surfy only seats in leather seats. Uncle tony’s wheels ‘got space for more

“Dont call me Tony. Call me Apo” 

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Part of the crew was ridding in Naxos. Abduction , the american way. 

“We have to ride together meins”

He aint not a captain. This mein’s a pilot

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Vag pushed hard on those wave 360ies.

Το παιδί είχε έξτρα ποπ από κρέας καγκουρό λέμε!

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On the no wind days..

..some guys took it pretty serious. Lalapianiof brothers

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Who cares about the cake and the candles? There is fresh sideoff shit coming directly from South Africa. “Brus over Gnus”

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Uncle tony was apparently powdering his nose so a couple of hours later invited us to a trip with his 4 meter 8hp engine rotten inflatable to a submarine ride to Adiparos. 13 kooks vs naval police. BUSTED

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Shit we will miss you summer. Till next summer on January

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Some footage is being processed so stay tuned!