I had heard of Santorini and now my memory was jogged. It was featured as a monthly photo in an old calendar, many years ago. It was still quite dark when I took these photos.
There are three ways to get up to the township, the first unthinkable, walking. Or you can use a donkey. Our chosen method was the chairlift.
Our conveyance arrives. A foundation was set up and funded in 1979 by a Greek shipping magnate, no not that 'O' one, and the profits go to the fourteen villages on the island for emergency plane medical evacuation for local residents. In addition, some money also goes to the donkey owners for loss of trade when the chairlift opened.
Burro, ass, donkey, mule. Who knows what they are, but apparently they are strong and sure footed.
We can't have Santorini falling into the sea.
That would be our ship, way down there.
I hope those cables are strong.
Doesn't it look terrific.
More innovative lighting where we lunched at AB FAB cafe, and very pleasant it was too.
Still and deep waters.
Time for a drink before we head back to the ship.
R insisted we have a swim in the ship's pool. I put my swimming shorts on and.......damn, no pockets. Yeah, I suppose it is probably not a good idea to have pockets in swimming shorts. Ten minutes later R proved the point. He jumped in the pool and immediately shot out again and extracted his wet phone from his swimming shorts pocket. Luckily being water resistant, it was ok.