Last day in Santorini. Got up early and packed up, ate the last of of the yogurt, then tidied up before heading to the bus stop. Two very comfortable but slow buses later we arrived at Akratiri, an ancient city buried by the volcano. It has been an active archeological site since 1967. An impressive cover has been built over it, which not only protects the site, but keeps the visitors cool and shaded.

It is hard to express how big it is – the pictures don’t do it justice.

Now for an ice coffee and elevenses before heading out to the Red Beach.

Volcano Tour

After a nice sleep, breakfast from the amazing 24 hour bakery around the corner and a couple of hours on the beach, we took the bus back to Fira for our volcano and hot springs tour.

Had 40 minutes so decided to walk down to the old port to get to the tour ship. Long. Hot. Smelly. Dangerous  (I hurt my hip and Jacob busted his knee – we are fine but achy). But in a strange way, we are glad we did it. 

Made it down in time to get our boat. Loved being out on the water and swimming up the hot springs inlet. Tried slathering on the Volcanic mud so I am sure I look 10 years younger. Right?

Did not make it up to the magma area but we did hike most of the volcano area before being stopped by a narrow path of over a chasm. Nope. That is not going to happen! 

Back to Piressa and dinner on our patio,  followed by a swim (all on our on) in the lovely pool at our pension.

Santorini – Oia (eee-ah)

After reading all the hype, and knowing it was a favorite of so many people, we were initially disapointed in Santorini. Part of that, I see now, is that we are doing through budget versionbecause it isn’t our only destination. I know if I ever come back, I won’t do it on the cheap but for now, we are focusing on the amazing parts.
We are on the beach side of the island in a town called Perissa. We are staying about a 5 minute walk from the beach and a 20 minute walk from a wonderfully sheltered harbor beach where we rented chairs and a grass umbrella and spent a long, glorious six hours swimming, drying off, eating, drinking and repeating as desired. It was our planned break day and boy did we need it.
After that we should have gone for a nap but didn’t.
Instead we took the bus to Fira aka Thira aka the original name of the island,
Santorini. It spans from down at the port/sea level, all the way to the top of the caldera. We wandered a bit, bought tickets for the volcano tour for the next day and then had a quick gyro before catching the bus to Oia.
Oia is where I would stay if I come back. It’s really what you probably picture when I say Santorini. Words can’t do it justice, but we had a combination of breathtakingly beautiful scenery and a perfect windy day.