Oia, Santorini.
Mamma Mia! I have spent the last five days having the best time in Santorini. The adventure began at the port, waiting for the boat in Crete. A girl waiting with her backpack asked me to watch her things while she went to the bathroom. She then returned the favour. Like that, Andreane and I were bonded bathroom buddies and we spent the entire three-and-a-half hour boat ride chatting away…. it’s easy to talk to a complete stranger for three-and-a-half hours when you’ve been starved of any company for days.
My sweet €15 a night accommodation in Santorini
When we arrived in Santorini we parted company and planned to meet up in the week.
Later that day, I went to a pizzeria across the street from my place with big plans to walk into the town centre and have a look around. Well, that didn’t happen. I was served half a litre of wine with lunch (can I just say I’m not that much of a lush, I ordered only a glass), which basically knocked me out for the rest of the day.
The BBQ
The next day, I made a more concerted effort to walk into town. As I walked past the local bike rental shop, the owner yelled out to me and motioned for me to come in. It wasn’t long before Vasilis and I were fast friends, he then introduced me to his other friend Andreas, who had nothing better to do that day, so he drove me all over the island on the back of his motorbike. I wasn’t scared, not even a bit, it was damn fuuuuuun.
That night, I found Andreane at her hotel and the four of us, plus some other local misfits, all had a BBQ together at the bike shop.
Ahhhh, good times. It seemed the well-known Greek hospitality had finally kicked in.
"Scruffy" the crazy dog that followed Andreane and I for over two hours... then we abandoned her, I hope she's OK.
Andreane and I decided one day to go to Oia – a choice of about three hours by walking or 20 minutes by bus. What did we choose? To walk of course! We were followed for about two hours by a ginger dog who seemed hell-bent on being run over by a car. As the road continued on and on with no sign of Oia in sight, I stuck out my thumb and first time lucky, we got a ride with some friendly Aussie tourists.
While orange is not my best colour, speed looks good on me... I got this baby up to 52 kph
Today, Andreane and I rented orange quad bikes from Vasilis and hooned around the island looking at beaches and taking photos. I have never ridden a quad bike before but can I just say, I wants one!
I’ll be sad to leave my little place in Santorini – and sad that the budget price of €15 will be unrepeatable at my next stop…. Paris.
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