TIME TO ‘HIT’ THE ROAD
Another early start for us two sparrows, in order to catch the 7am ferry from Athens to Santorini. We checked out of the hotel and walked to the metro about 15 minutes through the marble paved alleys – escorted the whole way by the hotel security guard; “Nero” the beagle x lab who would not hesitate to lick offenders to death in the event of an encounter. We eventually got to the port and hopped on our ferry and settled in for the relaxing 9hr cruise ahead. We hit the shores of Santorini around 3pm and were picked up by our fantastic host, Stelios. No sooner had Kez unlocked the front door to the villa, Ads had returned with a piss ant little scooter, insisting that it would be rude not to double around the island and do burnouts. Politely obliging like any trusting wife, Kez found herself loving herself sick on the back of the blue bomber, hair blowing in the wind and the tan developing a healthy glow. It was so beautiful and liberating… Until… One Adam John Leacy thought it necessary to do a “Mick Doohan” on a hairpin bend and lean right into the corner. What he didn’t think was necessary was to run it past his blasé wife on the back and before you could say “Valentino Rossi”, the Blue Bomber was maxed out at the 45 degree angle and skidded out from underneath us. At a speedy 10km/hr. Knowing how her husband operates, Kez had vaguely predicted such an immature stunt and began to vacate off the back of the Blue Bomber just as things started to go pear shaped. Unfortunately, neither of us were lucky enough to get away unscathed, as we left a generous combination of Leacy-Payne left kneecap on the asphalt. After dusting ourselves off, we climbed back on the horse and crawled back to the villa to wash away the claret and any evidence of a bingle from the BB. Within 5 minutes of Dettol Duty, Ads donned on some long pants and swapped the 2 wheeler for a sturdier 4 wheeler, insisting to the rental desk that his wife is of a very heavy build and doest fit on the back. For the next few days, we zoomed through the whitewashed streets, drank wine whilst watching the sunset and ate 3,841,022 souvlaki kebabs – or thereabouts.
WIN:
The 387 pictures of Santorini’s white and blue villages are going to look fabulous on our walls back home!
FAIL:
People who are internally convinced they are Valentino Rossi. You know who you are, fool!
NOTABLE NOTES
EAT: We had our best meal at Rita’s in Perissa Beach. Fresh local fare with fantastic and attentive service. €20 for a massive shared meze plate. Also, Lucky’s Takeaway in Fira came highly recommended and justly so – top people and delicious souvlaki giros/kebabs for €2!
DRINK: Cocktails in Perissa Beach are usually €6 and are perfectly shaken, not stirred. Local brew, Alfa, is usually about €3.
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