Between 1991-1994 I lived near the Agrafa mountains, central Greece in a small village (appr. 900 m altitude ) where I used to spend most of my time outdoors.
After having lived in the noisy, dirty, polluted and stressed city, as soon as I passed my driving test in 2007, I started going to the mountains. After draging friends/relatives along I realized that up on the mountains I was always going to be happier being alone with Mother Nature.
At least on small rocks it gives me the greatest pleasure to visually pick a path to the peak while at the base of the mountain instead of following a charted trail, this way it is my little piece of freedom: I made it without the help of others who have tried to sanitize the wilderness.