Good. This place is good--real good. It's Jesus without a penis it's so good. You should go here; you should CLIMB here! You will send like heroes, and they will sing songs about you around the campfires at night. Even belayers get way laid after a day at Iannis. It's just that good.

A gift from the gods, Iannis has moderate, technical gray slab climbing on the left, steep 'n' stout tufa/pocket climbing on the right, some crazy long, rifle-esque orange wall routes around the corner, and a monstrous, testosteroneous, showcase beast of a 13d (8b) that wags out the maw of a cave like Satan's own tongue. A climb so vicious it'll leave you whimpering in the corner, biting a pillow in the fetal position. Giver a whirl!

Plenty of all-day shade (at least on the south/right side) and enough goat poo to fill the pool at the hotel Philoxenia.

OH! And bring a photographer or three. Pics so good Chris Sharma will be asking YOU for an autograph.

It's just. That. Good.

Situated almost directly above the Climber's Nest gear store on the north end of Masouri, Iannis is best reached by hauling up past Mike's Ice Cream parlor (EEEASY, cowboy--save the sweet tooth for end of the day) and picking up the southern trail at the Lambrinos Studios boulder.

March up the trail in the a.m. (you'll wither to a raison in the sun), head left on the crag path, look up 'n' right. When you see the deep cave dripping with Petzl sponsor draws, get on your knees, and thank the maker that you didn't bother with law school. You just found all that you need in this life.

Send, and now go get you some well-deserved ice cream.