Towards Santorini

You are on holidays you idiot... What on earth poceesed you to book a 6:30 flight... Stagger out of bed at 4:30... Taxi arrives at 5:00... You have not paid for your bags... Off course we have... No you haven't... 60 euros please... Security... Security... More security... The antipodeans start to realise that Syria is not that far away from here....

To Athens... More security... More security... Wait.. Wait... John and Merie arrive... Off to Santorini....

Stagger out of the airport... Bags clatter over the stone paved walkways... Where are you going... Atlantis hotel... Come with me... I am Santorini luxury transport... You too dear... No... 7 euros... We are loaded up and off into town ... Oh dear... This does not look good... Untidy... Messy... Unkempt... Approach hotel through the car park.. Untidy... Messy... Large garbage skips abound... Hotel over there says the driver... I hand him twenty... Wait for the change... Unfortunately he must have been too busy to spend time returning change for in a flash he was off... Head to hotel... The cases clatter... Clatter... Clatter.. Into the front door... Surprise.. Surprise.. The hotel is neat... Nice... marble everywhere... Old but renovated... White... White... White... The view of the lounge stunning..

Head out of hotel... Even more of a surprise... The hotel fronts the caldera... We explore... The weather nice... A gentle breeze... The lanes of the caldera filed with shops and restraurants and views... The views fantastic... The mood of the tourists... Positive... Excited... The tourists plentiful... The tourist population distribution more representative of the younger generations than was the case in Symi or Rhodes.. Make a collective decision to relax and enjoy our three days here...

 

Comply with our resolution by completing the compulsory siesta.. Onto the caldera again... Stroll... Views after view... Look down to the old port.. Resolve to take a cable car ride down the 300 metre vertical descent to the port rather impose our obesity on the backs of the local donkeys....

The breeze has decided that it has had enough of wafting around... It is bored... It turns itself into gentle wind... A restaurant on the face of the caldera is selected ... The gentle wind will add to the enjoyment of the view and the cuisine... As is our way... We over order... Pita and tibilzi... Oven baked Moussaka... Linguine... Wine... Wine... The wind gets bored... It becomes excited.. It becomes more excited... The bill is ordered... The bill is received... The patrons are shocked... They resolve to be more careful in future selections.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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