I can’t. I just can’t. Neither am I a skilled enough photographer or writer to appropriately share the beauty of Santorini. It is stunning, jaw dropping, eye popping, visually orgasmic…I’m really at a loss for words – speechless.
In Greek mythology it’s common to hear of the gods coming down from the heavens to mess around or interact with mortals. And after just a few days in Greece I believe it, because if I was a God, this really would be the only part of the world I’d bother coming down to.
Waking up this morning late after a whole night partying in Fira, I walked out of my room to another flawless day. Today was my only full day on the island. And I wanted to make sure I’d leave having explored the place. So, I rented a moto-bike and took off.
For an island that is no more than 20km long, I clocked in over 60km. From Fira to the black sand beaches of Perissa for a swim, along the dirt roads of the eastern beach shore, to the cliffs of Oia for a meal, and the highest tip of the island at Moni Profitou. I rode all day – till my body was baked by the sun and crusted white from the salty ocean air.
Tomorrow I’m gone, hopping north to Ios – a more affordable and universally known party hub. But for Santorini, I’ll be back.