Santorini, Greece

Blue and white. That’s what you need to know about Santorini. Blue skies against white buildings and blue water splashing against our white tans. There is a bit more to know, though. The island is actually a volcano that has sunk into the Mediterranean leaving a few inhabited island to overlook its caldera (they like this word, Caldera). We had peaked into our wallets to see if we could stay on the cliffs overlooking the water, but it wasn’t to be. We instead found a great place called Atrium Villas that was top alternative. It is only a five minute walk to the cliffs of Fira and the owner and his family were so lovely and the room was a, well needed, step up from our terrible hotel in Athens. When we told Yannis, the owner, that the previous three nights were spent in Omonia, his expression said it all.

Lunchtime! The restaurant we chose had spectacular views. Once our salad was consumed we wandered out to find our mode of transport. This time it was a 350cc four-wheeler. It was a P.O.S. (Piece of Sh*t) It had less power than a 185cc pull start Suzuki. Thankfully, my experience on said Suzuki aided us when trying to turn (I.e. leaning over the handlebars). Nevertheless, we ventured forth along the coast towards the town of Oia. This is where you stay if your wallet is full. It was beautiful. The glamour crowd were in force, and brides were on almost every corner. If we cared about what we looked or smelt like, we would of left. But we didn’t, so we perched our derrières on a bar stool overlooking the Med and ordered ourselves a beverage. We were going to wait until sunset but decided we could only afford dinner back at Faro so jumped on old mate P.O.S and made are way back to base.

Dinner was at Lithos, which had a great view of the sun setting behind the unique buildings perched cliffs. We ate one of the tastiest dishes, grilled feta slices in a fresh tomato soup as the the Santorini donkeys (Mules) wandered past for a well earned sleep. Some of them really did not want to continue on. At first we thought it was due to the work they had endured from the – how do we say – cruise ship clientele that may have investigated the buffets too many times. Unfortunately, after we wandered down to say g’day to them the following day, we noticed all their girths were made of one strand of rope lined with hose pipe that dug so deep into them it caused massive weeping wounds.

Yes they are cute, but, PLEASE DO NOT USE THE DONKEYS ON SANTORINI!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe next day began with a delicious pastry of tomatoes and cheese. Greece sure knows how to do tomatoes! We dumped our flippers on P.O.S and headed south toward a recommended bay for snorkeling. We never found the bay, but still had a nice ride through the hills of tiny vineyards until we decided just to pull up at Perissa beach for some swimming. The beach was black volcanic sand so it took only one small step for ‘girly man’ to squeal and grab his thongs while Mrs Larko laughed on. Then she walked on it – her laughter ceased. We dropped of our thongs one metre away from shore and jumped into the ocean. Then we stood shin deep for 5 minutes whinging about how cold it was. We eventually got in and played in the small surf before some lunch.

We were counting down the time until we could drop P.O.S off. But first we wanted to visit a winery on the island. The white wine of santorini is really good so we wanted to find the source. We never did. As we dropped of the bike, they asked how was it – “Great!” we replied.

Our ferry from Santorini was booked for the sociable time of 1am so we spent the afternoon chilling in bars eating some souvlaki before dinner again at Lithos for some more feta in tomatoes. Our last supper in Santorini was concluded by fireworks set off within the caldera (there it is again). We had one “quick” stop in Kos before our adventures in Turkey.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAN.B. There was never going to be a nights stay in Kos, so of course we would not blog about it. We have decided to continue with not dedicating a blog to this place, but would like to fill you in. For some reason a few days before, we booked a hotel there. The location was less than ideal, (our fault) 45 minutes walk away from the town centre but in budget. We arrived at 6am but were told not to arrive until 10am. We spent the early hours of the day in the town centre but all the shops selling neon hot pants with “I love Kos” across them were shut. Such a shame.

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There was a pretty nice beach

We woke early, walked the 45 minutes to get our ferry across to Bodrum for our bus to Cappadoccia. When picking up our prepaid tickets the lady at the counter said the ferry was cancelled due to bad weather. I looked up, as from Kos you can see Bodrum. It was blue skies. I queried her comment and that we had a bus to catch. Her response was less than helpful.

“Well why don’t you swim then!”

A particular tongue was bit. We had to confirm a new ticket for tomorrow in writing before searching for a new hotel that thankfully it had a sea view that looked over at blue skies of Turkey. We waited it out.

The following morning we arrived at the ferry terminal to find a mass of people. We went to the counter and decided to waited in line for the man rather than the umm – “lady” from the day before. As we handed over our voucher, he shoved it back on our face and said wait until the end to see if we could get on. Again we queried the fact we had a confirmed voucher. “We don’t confirm anything in writing,” came the abrupt reply. Our confirmed ticket in writing was then shown to them. It didn’t go down well and lets say a heated discussion was had. I don’t speak Greek but there are certain words that cross borders and tensions heightened. We decided that we could not spend one more day on this island so legged it to another ferry. We made it on as it pulled away from the dock. We “waved” goodbye to Kos and the terrible people we had met before stepping foot in Turkey with a sigh of relief.

The original ferry was booked the Ferrybodrum.com and the ferry company was Exas Travel. Don’t use them, basically they are the same as our quad bike on Santorini.

One thought on “Santorini, Greece

  1. Entering Turkey is with a sigh is ok just don’t laugh out loud as well, especially Sarah. The Turkish deputy Prime Minister has just declared that women should not laugh loudly in public!

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