Molyvos was bitterly cold but the risk of hypothermia was not enough to put off the brave (some might say foolish). The village gathered at the entrance to the harbour wrapped in their warmest coats. Except of course for the hardy few who await the chance of glory in their swimming shorts.
After the divine liturgy, the priest cast the cross into the water and the brave volunteers dive in to race and retrieve the cross.
We salute all the young men who helped maintain an old tradition and congratulations to Alexandros Moliviatis who got there first.