Here I am, back in the office, hard at work behind my desk, producing another literary masterpiece. It’s a tough life, but I’m prepared to do the hard yards and stick with it. Accolades are not necessary but warmly appreciated.
I also have some good news for you. We now have approx 2307 photos saved onto the iPad! Imagine the fun ‘slide’ nights we’ll be able to have when we return! I just can’t wait. Make sure you keep your diaries free for the next few months.
Santorini has been all we hoped for and more. The beauty and majesty of this island is stunning. It is take your breath away stuff. Cheryl keeps pinching me to make sure she’s not in a dream. She believes that if I yelp, then it must be true. As always, I am glad to be of assistance.
The arrival was somewhat anxious though. We disembarked to be greeted by my personal agent holding up the now familiar ‘Mr Wilson’ sign – I just love it! Our Agent’s name is Efe and pronounced just like the famous Greek Australian we all know, Effie! What’s more, Efe knows of the Aussie Effie and loves her.
Our original plan was to stay at Dana Villas, looked magnificent on the web. They were booked out. Then found Belvedere Suites which looked equally sumptuous. It ticked all the boxes – pool, Caldera View, facing West (for the sunsets) and every room has a balcony.
Having made the booking, I was checking Trip Advisor and found some complaints from former guests who said that NOT every room has a balcony! Aarrgghh! So, emailed them to ensure my wishes would be granted. Did they answer! Nein!
So, I arrived somewhat concerned and anxious. What did Efe greet us with? Belvedere Suites had doubled booked and we’d been moved to another establishment! Aaarrgghh again. She assured me that the new one was just as good, in fact right next door and we would be very happy. Yeah, right.
So, the whole amazing trip up from the port was a blur for me as I conjured up thoughts of the hovel to which we were being driven. Every turn that took us to a back street confirmed my pessimistic view.
Meanwhile C was not at all fazed by this and not worried. Quite happy with Efe’s assurances and thoroughly enjoyed the fantastic and picturesque trip to our accommodation.
Well, you can see from the photos that we have done well. In fact, this place is better than the Belvedere (and they do have rooms with no balconies!) and a rung up the scale! You should check their website, it’s called Homeric Poems: http://www.homericpoems.gr/en/home.html
On our 1st full day we did a tour of the Southern part of the island. It included visiting the highest point, 3 small towns, lunch and then a swim at the ‘Black Beach’ followed by a visit to the island’s wine producer. Hard to take!
The black beach is called that because it is. The sand is black and VERY hot. So hot, you can’t walk on it with bare feet. But the water was great. So were the wines:
Yesterday we visited Oia, pronounced Eya, like Enya but without the ‘n’. It’s a tiny town on the northern tip of the island and all the tourists flock there. Well, they did yesterday – 5 humungous cruise ships sailed in and every passenger arrived in Oia at the same time as us. Dratted tourists! It’s so much better when they aren’t around.
Oia is where most of the island’s tourists flock to of an evening to watch the magnificent sunsets. When I say ‘most’ I mean all the suckers who don’t have fantastic accommodation like ours with a balcony that faces west. We just sit here with a glass of wine, enjoy the sunset and look at the poor souls further north trying to get a glimpse of it over the shoulder of some tall American who is sensitively blocking their view.
Quite watchable really.
John has a friend staying here for 4 months and this is her 12th visit to Santorini. So, she acted as our guide yesterday and we ended up seeing sights and eating and drinking at various establishments we would have missed without her help. It was fantastic.
A friend of ours was planning to visit Santorini (she shall remand nameless to protect her reputation). When asked what it was she really wanted to see, she said it was the church with the blue roof. On arrival, she found there are 400 churches, 393 of them have a blue roof! Here’s an example:
On the way back from Oia we had another Greek bus treat. C and Dennyse decided to stay on for some shopping. John & Heather ran for the bus & hopped on. I had to throw money to C and then run for it as the bus was leaving. I managed to catch the driver’s eye and he opened the rear door for me. Well, it was so packed I had to stand in the foot well.
Then he stopped at several more stops and more people crushed on. It was a cosy trip. Made quite a few new, close friends by the time we’d reached our destination!
Last night we went to a birthday celebration for John’s cousin who lives here and just turned 80. The guests turned out to be a variety of expatriates plus some native Greeks. Had a great time. None of them had heard any of my jokes before! Brilliant to have a fresh audience. When I told them the one about Stavrou the Greek, they all roared and wanted to know how come I knew Greek people so well. Might move here, everyone loves my jokes. They reckon I should be on TV!
Also discovered my Greek name is Demetri! C wants to call me Dim for short. A little unkind of her I think.
Tomorrow off on a boat trip around the volcano on a small, local boat. Not sure whether to be excited or concerned.
A warning: Cheryl is planning to write a blog. I suspect you will find it quite boring and undoubtedly will be defamatory of me. You are welcome to ignore it when/if it comes. She claims to have already written it out (the old fashioned way), but now has to type it. That could take some time!
This may be the last overseas blog (stop cheering), unless something spectacular happens between here and Athens. We fly out on Tues for the long leg home. Arrive back to a Tasmanian winter after this! So better end with a swimming photo:
I am planning a last blog when home detailing Jim’s top tips for travellers. I know you will be waiting with bated breath.