Our four days on
Santorini went by quickly. We
landed in Thira, (the main town), after a 45-minute flight from Athens. Warren found a large hire van to take us
to Oia and our hotel, Maria’s Place.
We received a warm welcome from our hostess, Anna. She gave us a condensed talk regarding
“things to do” on the island.
Maria’s Place offers about 20 rooms surrounding a pool area with every
room having a few of the Aegean Sea.
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Marie's Place - Oia
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Excellent Service
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The rooms were all air-conditioned
and necessary by day when the temperatures reached the upper 20’s but in the
evening you needed a sweater or jacket to prevent being cold. You are never far from the sea.
Day One involved a
walk into town in the morning and pool time in the sun in the afternoon. Oia is located on a narrow point of
land and has become a destination for locals, tourists like us, and huge
numbers of tourists that disembark from the many cruise ships anchored in the
surrounding waters. Needless to
say, it is busy. Rather too busy
for our usual taste but understandable due to the highly picturesque nature of
the small town. The buildings hug
the steep slopes and appear to be patches of snow on ridge tops in the
distance.
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Yes - The White In The Distance Are Buildings
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Unfortunately the quality
of the roads has not kept pace with the increase in popularity of the town. The walk into town became known
as an exercise in surviving death ally. Huge tour buses fight for space with
local cars, motorcycles and pedestrians on the one lane road. Our ten-minute walk to town meant
taking your life into your own hands.
One had to frequently jump into doorways and hide behind bollards to
prevent being hit. The Cruisers
come for the shopping and the sunsets off the point.
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Lots of Donkeys In Working Harness
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Good Thing Their Mirrrors Suck In
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Day Two centered on a local
bus trip to the other side of the island to visit Akrotiri and its
archeological site. Santorini is a volcanic island. Santorini and the surrounding islands represent the outside
crest of the crater, created by the sea bottom volcano.
It must have been an
orderly evacuation because, unlike Pompeii, no human remains were found. The household items discovered demonstrate
that the original inhabitants didn’t take many belongings with them. The only skeleton found was that of a
pig, likely left hanging in the kitchen ready for butchering.
Our trip home from
Akrotiri included a stop at the Santos Winery. We were seated around a table
for eight with a view of the surrounding waters and islands. Wine tasting in
Greece is a little different. Our
server suggested we buy four bottles of different reds from the islands.
We had seen many
fields of something growing that looked like wine vines around the island but
nothing growing in rows or with infrastructure for them to hang. Our host explained that grapes on the
island grow on the ground. The
winds are too strong for them to hang.
Farmers create a “basket” by hilling earth around the base of the
plants.
We were provided a
fleet of wine glasses and started to taste. We cannot say the wine in Greece has been outstanding. Much of it was not to our liking but
after sampling the first three bottles we were unanimous that our last bottle,
Kamenh 2014, was outstanding. After
a visit to the wine shop we made our purchases and staggered back to the bus
stop for our ride home.
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Greeks Keep Their Reds on Ice
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Linda & Phil
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Day Three was the only
day for designated exercise. We
climbed the nearby ridge and followed the top of the crater’s gravel pathway
back to Thira. The walk was about
11 kilometres and took about 2.5 hours, with some serious climbs along the
way. The views were some of the
most spectacular we have seen anywhere and of course there was a conveniently
located restaurant for cappuccinos along the way.
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Start of the Hike
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From the Hotel to the Crest of the Crater
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Churches Everywhere - Didn't See Anyone in Them
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Of Course Capaccino's at Mid Hike
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Thank God There Were Some Downs
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But of Course - More Ups
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Our Goal
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Super Climber Deborah
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I am writing this bit
while sitting on the Speed Runner being ferried from Thira to Naxos, our final stop
for the next three days. Looking
forward to it.