We booked a boat trip that would bring us from the port to the volcanic island (Nea Kameni) in the middle of the bay, then to some hot springs for a swim, then to Thrissia (the other small piece left from the original island), then to Oia.
It was on this trip that we realised that although this was the shoulder season here, it was still very busy. We boarded at the main port with a few people and then made our way to the old port at Fira and picked up a heap of other people. The boat was full. When we got to the volcano we saw that there were many other boats that were full - all doing the same thing we were.
When we got to Nea Kameni ("new burnt island") It was hot and we had to hike up this volcano quickly because the boat was on a tight schedule. The views though, were spectacular. The inner edge of Santorini is a huge cliff face. On top are the various villages, painted mainly in white. From our vantage point in the middle of the bay they looked like a crust of salt, clinging to the rock. Very beautiful. Quick hike back to the boat and off to the hot springs. We had 20 min to jump off the boat, swim to the hot springs that were about 60m away, enjoy the springs and swim back. Do-able, but hardly relaxing. The hot springs themselves were murky and brown and we were warned that the sulfur in the water would discolour light coloured bathing suits and jewellery. Apparently, not everyone was told because we saw some funky coloured suits come out of the water. The swim may have been short, but it was fantastic on such a hot day. The hot springs? More lukewarm if you ask me.
We were then off to Thrissia which is another piece of the Santorini puzzle. It used to be part of the main island, but well, the two had a blow up and now they're separated. We've all seen it a thousand times.
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| Lunching in Thrissa with friend |
Afterwards we found a rocky place to go for a swim (since this was the inside rim too, it's also a cliff-face). The water was so clear and crisp, as we swam around we could see the bottom far below our feet. It was brilliant. So brilliant we almost missed our boat back! We got out of the water and were about to settle down for a nice rest and to dry off when we heard the boat's horn go off. "Is that ours????" Oh SHIT! I ran back as fast as my wet-thonged feet could carry me. Dominique was clever and had water shoes on so she blazed a trail in front of me and vowed not to let them leave without me.
When I got back to the boat (I was that annoying last person that every one has to wait for), Dominique found that her bag had been moved and that the lock was broken. <insert panic here>
She searched to make sure her passport and extra cash was still there (it was), but there was no way to know if anything else was missing without undoing her bag. As I said the boat was packed so that wasn't going to happen. Dominique spoke to our guide, who spoke to a crew member, who spoke to the Captain - apparently he was swabbing the deck while we were off swimming and yanked the bag from the floor to put it on the bench - breaking the lock in the process. Phew - mystery solved.
By then we had reached Oia and had to get off. As the boat sailed off back to Fira, we looked up at the climb ahead of us. Have I mentioned that all the villages on the inside rim are on a cliff?
Enter the slaves of Santorini (if you don't want to hear me rant about 'the poor animals' skip this paragraph). <start rant> Donkeys are one of Santorini's symbols, they haul people and things up the cliff side. In the summer this must be a non-stop-all-day-every-day nightmare for them. As I was trudging my way up the 250 odd steps leading to the top (carrying my own bag, thank you), I saw a guy coming back down with his two donkeys (one for him one for the person he brought up). He was running down the stairs pulling his donkeys who were doing their best to keep a sure foot on the slippery rocks. Because they were being lead by the harness, and the lead was taut their heads were up so they were running blind. The second donkey kept slipping, made me want to punch the fucker pulling them. <end rant>
It was a hard slog up to the top. It was about 4:30 and the sun was in my face, it was around 28 degrees and the sun had been shining on the rocks all afternoon. It was bloody hot, but we made it. Our hotel was one of the traditional white cave-like rooms on the roof level overlooking the outside side of the island. Perfect place for sunset viewing.
After a well earned shower, we watched the sun show off with it's grand exit for the day. It was then that the hard reality of Santorini set in.
We set off for dinner, and we were met by wall to wall people. The main drag of Oia is a pedestrian street lined with tourist shops and restaurants. It's narrow in most parts, wide in some and very narrow in others (so narrow you can touch both sides if you stretch out your arms). Everyone comes to Oia for the sunset - it's like they don't get them at home or something. The place was packed. Even the wide places were full. (Hard reality 1)We finally found a restaurant that suited both me and Dominique - We're hard to cater for here, neither of us likes cheese or eggs, I don't eat meat/seafood and she doesn't like tomatoes! It was delish but holy crap we paid dearly for it. Everything here is very expensive. As an example, we saw the classic Greek style dresses everywhere in Athens for 70 Euros, here in Crete it goes for 40 Euros and in Santorini it was priced at 112 Euros. Same dress. Same fabric. (Hard reality 2).
We decided that we would get up early the next day for prime photo ops with out people.







