1. Fruit salad or beefy steak?
I guess both… I can’t decide!!
2. What bowls have you ridden in Greece and what’s your favourite one?
I’ve ridden most of them but my two favourite ones are latraac and the blue enigma bowl which is super hard to ride!
3. Do’s and Don’ts for bowl riding
l’m gonna talk about the (Don’ts) only. If you are not feeling hundred percent your body do not drop in the ramp, just let it go. There is always next time. That’s my first rule to everything.
4. 4 down?
Yeah! I started riding 4 down last year and it’s way better than the usual grind wheel setup. You can turn really fast and it’s perfect for bowl and stuff l think.
5. What does dkms stand for?
There is not any deep meaning behind it, it’s just my last name. (Diakoumeas) hehe!
After experiencing the weight of the situation first hand we decided to find out more about the causes and effects of the oil spill from the Agia Zoni II… Everybody seemed pretty content to point their fingers at the state and the boat owner, but where do we factor into any of this? In this video we tried to understand more about the cleanup process and our roles as citizens 📹 Please share! 😢🇬🇷
Do we have a say? Do we have the power to change the way our society depends on oil? We really weren’t sure, so we went to get our hands dirty again, this time with a little help from our homies… But the problem was still there. The undeniable stench of environmental destruction and carelessness was as prominent as the week before.
The only thing that had changed was our perception of the risk. Some people even got back into the sea as if it had never happened. Are we going to just sweep it under the carpet and forget about it? Or is there something we can do to change our impact on the ecosystem?
Special thanks to Georges Alexandre Kyriakides Solon Lalas Renee Avloniti and Thanasis Arampouli for getting your hands dirty! And The Velvoids for contributing their eco friendly tunage to our cause!
For anyone who doesn’t already know, the oil spill has now reached beaches more than 100km away, turning Athens’ beautiful southern beaches into tar covered danger zones🛢😢🇬🇷 This is our video that explores the places and people affected 📹 Please share!
An old old tanker carrying 2500 tones of crude oil named the Agia Zoni II sank off the coast of Salamina close to Athens on September 10th, 2017. Not much was heard about it on the news until a few days later when the oil started showing up on local beaches. Panic and sadness settled in as local governments unsuccessfully contained the spill and did not act immediately to protect the coast line. The political blame game has begun and the Athenians begin to wonder what this will mean. What will have to change? Will anything change? We grabbed our cameras and headed out to see what people had to say and see if we could help. This incident has only excited our ideas of alternatives that could keep Greece clean and green. Help us share this video and follow us at The Thing About Greece for further updates as we seek solutions…
Special Thanks to the Velvoids for their music – The Ballad of Fay Wray
My bestee Jason (Zazeo) grew up in Palaio Faliro, one of Athens’ coastal neighbourhoods, often likened to California in that it sits on the water and had it not been for the tame mediterranean swells it would have been the equivalent of Venice beach or Santa Monica… I guess.
Anyway, after travelling around the world and back Jason realised that there’s a naturally occurring reef right off the beach that kicks up a small but tidy wave almost every day, coinciding with tide changing. So amidst the winter swimmers and vagrants that count beans down by the water Jason started a little experiment to see if the wave was ridable and moreover, fun.
Fast forward a few years and on a good day the Mohxa Point is nowhere near established or particularly fruit-bearing. You still get those one-in-a-thousand days though where Poseidon blows in just the right direction and the wave is ridable. sort of…
in the water: Jason Pachos, Andreas Tsamtsouris and George Peristeras.
“To the season that never came – I bid you adieu”
featuring: Spyros Bellonias, Yaggos Pappas, Dimitris Mavrokefalos, Antonis David, Alexandros Aspromougos, George Pikoulas, Dimitris Lipantetzoglou
As we strapped in at the top of the Parnasso lifts, looking down on the barren resort, I couldn’t help but wonder why the season had only just poked its head round the corner this year. We hadn’t brought them a sacrificial virgin, or spent countless hours meditating to the vibration of the mountains. Did we miss a message? The signs were there, but we didn’t listen.
Fuck it. If the gods give you lemons… build a jump.
We buckled in for one last shred and sent it stupidly high, over the dragons that lurked below. Bellonia, George, Andoni, Yiago, Snowjim, Dimo, Sergio and the rest of the crew took turns hitting the beast until we were tired and hurt.
We knew only the healing waters of Thermopylae could reverse the symptoms of excessive stoke. We bravely tuned in to the stench of rotten eggs and let our bodies melt in the hot green waters.
See ya later winter…
Looking back on the two seasons of filming is nostalgic to say the least. Endless hours of riding, talking, building, digging, hiking, laughing, falling and driving around, summed up in a few photos and shots. Hard to do it justice really. Nonetheless my trusty analog camera (Canon AE-1 in this case) captured some of the moments along the way. I love them because they remind me of all the energy that kept us going through the storms and bails, cold nights and long drives.
Tons of love for every single person in these photos!!!
So its 2016 and the season seems to have a little case of stage fright, poking its head round the curtain only for a moment at a time before receding to the backstage while the sun comes in to melt all the fluffy stuff away…
I knew this day was coming, but when we finally unpacked the car at the bottom car park it hit me. I was about to climb Mt Olympus man! I was petrified, but Billy and Chalkias were with me so I played it cool. The plan was to hike to the first refuge, camp out there for the night, and then head to Kakalos refuge the next morning, where hot meals and warm beds would be awaiting our arrival.
3 hours later we arrive at Petrostrouga refuge. We were toasty warm from walking and the sun was out, this was looking pretty cozy after all. The beds were pretty sad looking but you can’t complain when you’re not paying a cent to stay I guess. Only the emergency shelter was open, so luxury wasn’t really a priority anyway. The days were now getting longer and longer as summer approached. We filled the wood stove with some branches and got comfy before night fall.
When we finally started burning the wood, we noticed there was a whole lotta smoke, and not really any heat coming out. We were so tired it took us a couple of minutes to discern that the log burner had been jammed with soggy and sappy wood from the previous lodgers, and was now huffing out pure smoke! We quickly opened all the doors and windows, but it had gotten really intense, so we all left the room for a minute or two while it mellowed off.
That night was cold as f.
With the first morning light we got up and out into the sun. By 10am the heat waves were blasting and it was almost toasty again. Greek sun they say. After a little pow wow with Nick Dourlios, another documentary maker that was hiking to the top the same day, the three of us set off and up in to the trees.
We would hike for 3 straight hours before reaching the tree line. That’s where the wind picked up and we started to feel how tired we were. I’d guesstimate we had about 35 kg on our backs, plus a tripod, crampons, ice axes etc. And we still had almost 2 hours to go.
Just before the ascent on the final wall before the plateau is a 30-40m walk along a super narrow ridge called “the neck” (ο λαιμός). This is really the only part of the ascent that’s pretty exposed, and at the sight of it I could feel my heart start to beat faster. Either side was sheer drop. Billy had already gotten to the end by the time it was my turn, which was usually the case as I had to pack and unpack camera gear so I could get some shots while climbing. I stepped into the footprints made by anyone who’d been up the previous days, and kept my focus on each next step, trying not to look down.
After a couple more stops to catch our breath and regain our manhood, we finally made it to the refuge, where we were greeted with hot tea and food. I couldn’t believe how close I came to turning back, I would of been pretty pissed off if I hadn’t gone the whole way up.
The next few days saw the arrival of several groups of hikers, climbers and some more of the snowboard crew we were expecting. Gerasimo, Sporos, Papachristou, Christo, Mario and Dimitri. We had already spent a couple days digging a little pump track around the refuge, nothing super fancy, but just enough to keep us warm and productive. So after the boys settled in, we strapped in and hit the park.
Yep, we were on Mt f-ing Olympus and we were hitting the park! haha. mission accomplished. but there was more. Mike Stylas took us on a couple good hikes to check out the surrounding basin, and DAMN is there a lot of terrain here! In every direction, its crazy. The days were numbered though and we knew we had to keep our energy for the hike out.
The last night we were there Mike put the three of us in his tent because the refuge was overcrowded. It was out on the precipice overlooking the entire valley to the South, the middle of the horseshoe sort of thing. Before heading to bed though someone (me) decided it would be a good idea to go up for a night ride. At first Billy was the only one who seemed keen so we packed the hip flask and started getting our stuff together, when all of a sudden the whole crew seemed to wanna join in.
It was the last night of the season. Everyone knew it. No one wanted to leave, or let go of winter. So we grabbed it by the balls, and hiked into the darkness.
The next morning came quickly. We woke up and shifted our tired asses out of the tent. I had almost forgotten we were camping so close to a very big drop, and all of a sudden I was awake! We gathered our gear, said our goodbyes to the mountain, the refuge, and stocked up on selfies before hitting the road.
It took us the better part of 4 hours to make it down to Prionia at the base of the valley. My legs felt like concrete. Fuck. It’s all over. It was a sad moment, but everyone was smiling and having a laugh. Oh yeah that’s right… it’ll be there again next year.
Just after yet another snowboard contest/gathering at Kalavrita resort this season, Spiro decided to set up a kicker session with an open invitiation to whoever hadn’t left the mountain yet. Early Sunday morning he walked up to a spot he’d scoped out a few days before and started digging. A couple hours later the first snowmads started cruising over, surprised to see Spiro had built not one, but three different hits. We started by sessioning the hip, with Spiro and Plytta basically owning the spot with some sexy spins and a couple of inverts.
When we decided to hit the most Northern ski field in Greece, we didn’t think we would have to walk the extra mile (literally) just to get there. Apart from the fact that I forgot my Splitboard skins in Thessaloniki and was super annoyed with myself, we then stumbled upon a pretty good size snow drift in the middle of the road up to the resort base. The lifts had seen their final working hour just the week before, but somewhere down the line we heard about the “epic” amount of snow left on the bald mountain, so after failing to get the car through the first of apparently many of these drifts, we parked up and started unpacking our gear.