|The Colours of Santorini|
Bathing suit? Check.
Excited to cross a place off on my “to visit” list?
Those were my thoughts as I happily stepped off the ship gangway
into the awaiting tender boat.
Captivated by the scenery, it wasn’t until we were shore
side that it struck me: We had to get to the top!
|A Long Way Up|
I watched donkey after donkey being saddled with human
cargo- their loads, more often than not, very heavy. Some seemed happy to climb
the steep stone steps, whilst others needed a bit more prodding. I felt sorry
for the poor Asses, so I took the cable car.
|The Dreaded Cable Car|
Being afraid of heights, I climbed into the pod, shut my
eyes (missing a magnificent view, I’m sure) and prayed that I wouldn’t fall to
my death. Turns out there was no need for dramatics as the ride was safe and
over in an instant.
It looked exactly as it did in photos. Brilliant white,
calming blue and narrow cobbled stone streets: a picture perfect Santorini.
What I didn’t expect was the atmosphere. The streets were buzzing. Laughter
erupted into alleyways from bars and restaurants playing traditional and modern
music. The smell of freshly cooked seafood hung in the air. It was a happy
|View from the Top|
|Me and my ship in the background|
We were going to rent a scooter and look for a beach on
the other side of the island but our plans were dashed when we realised that my
companion forgot his driver’s license on the ship. No license? No scooter.
The disappointment didn’t last long though. “Don’t worry”,
said the rental place guy. “The beach is only 15 minutes away”.
But he lied.
|Scenery Along the Way|
We traversed hill after hill, walked long, winding roads
and dodged speeding cars. The pleasant scenes I had only just witnessed
flickered out of my mind- and in its place a vision my ship (my home) sailing
away as we watched from the shore. We were about to give up and turn back, but
just like the movies, we heard the unmistakeable rumbling of waves.
Blistered feet, sunburnt arms, and almost two hours later,
we were at the beach- too tired and sun-drenched to swim. We found a bar in the
shade, ordered ice cold drinks, and prepared ourselves for the journey back...
|Black Sand Beach|
Returning, we actually had the time to look around and
see the beauty we probably would have missed whizzing by on a scooter. So,
thanks rental guy!
Would I hike through Santorini again? Definitely!
But not in flip flops.
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