Showing posts with label Santorini. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santorini. Show all posts

Saturday, August 4, 2018

The Winner Takes It All

The majority of you have probably heard of Santorini. My first glimpse of it came a few years ago while reading some click-bait slideshow article by Buzzfeed or TripAdvisor. The photos were stunning; clean white classic buildings dotted with sea blue roof tops, hanging precariously along the edge of the caldera. I never gave it any serious thought, figuring it was more of a luxury travel destination and not a backpacker spot. When Julia mentioned it as a possible honeymoon stop, I was hesitant but realized this would be the opportunity to visit a popular international hotspot and not feel out of place. We made it affordable, only spent a few nights, and afterwards checked out the island of Naxos to get back in our comfort zone. Below is my report from the Greek Isles. 

We woke up Thursday morning ready to explore this majestic island. For those that don't know, Santorini (technically a grouping of islands with the main island called Thira) is an extinct volcano that back in 1600BC was the site of one of the largest recorded eruptions in history. What is left is a crater at sea level, with a couple of gaps. The rim on Thira is the popular area, with colorful villages and cliffs dropping almost 1,000ft straight down into the crater sea. Outside the crater rim, the land drops more gradually and this is where the majority of the locals live and the beaches can be found.

From our hotel in the biggest town of Fira, it was a 15 minute walk uphill along the busy streets, trying to avoid the ATVs, cars, and buses, to the bustling town center and the gorgeous views from the caldera. We strolled the quaint alleys filled with tourists and shops selling all the same knick knacks. We spent a good hour walking up and down slick rock pathway, mostly in search of views, a gyro, and ideas for future meals. We settled for mediocre falafel wraps, visited the grocery store where we purchased 9L of bottled water and 1.5L of Greek red wine in a plastic bottle, and then returned to our hotel to enjoy the wine and our pool for the afternoon.



About 7 miles northwest of Fira is the showpiece of Santorini, a smaller town called Oia. It has more walking streets, the better views, and less motor traffic. The people traffic on the other hand is a little tough to deal with. We decided to tackle it our first night, taking the crowded bus along the spectacularly curvy rim road. Right away we were stuck behind tour groups and people not aware of their surroundings. We found a satisfactory viewpoint and got our obligatory picture taking out of the way. We splurged on a good meal with a view, lamb knuckle with creamy mashed potatoes and chicken souvlaki. As the sun set, we found a semi crowded parking lot from which to take a picture, although it was not as good as advertised. Then we stood in line for the bus back to Fira and our hotel, where we could drink more of our cheap wine.




For our 2nd full day In Santorini, we looked to get more views but this time away from the crowds. There is a long path that follows the rim from Fira to Oia, passing through the smaller villages. We started walking as early as we felt reasonable for a honeymoon, 9:30 AM. The sun was already intense and the steepest uphill stretch was in the beginning, but the views were always amazing. My motto when traveling is to beat yourself into shape the first week or 2, and then the rest will be easy. In all it took us about 3 1/2 hours to complete the 7 miles and we were happy to take the bus back after a Greek salad and a pork gyro. Speaking of which, we both love gyros so expect this to be a common theme over our 8 days in Greece. Also, I was a little surprised that they put French fries in them. I assumed it was just something they threw in for us in the US, thinking that Americans will eat anything with fries, but apparently it is traditional. I am not complaining.





For the rest of our post-hike day, we laid by the pool and rested. When the heat began to subside, we walked to the town center and ate lamb gyros with a side of tzatziki and pita for dinner, then searched for an uncrowded sunset view. When it was dark, we found a restaurant for baklava with ice cream, which Julia had been craving since we arrived. It did not disappoint.





We had a late departure on our final day, with our ferry not leaving until 3:30 PM. Thankfully our hotel let us store our bags and continue to use the pool and their washroom, even after we checked out. Our final few hours on Santorini were spent eating breakfast at the friendly restaurant Mama's House, finding some new alleys to explore, and taking one last dip in the pool.




We then threw on our packs and navigated the busy streets one last time to get to the bus station. I wish I could just say we easily hopped on a bus to the ferry terminal and then onto the large boat that took us to Naxos, but it was not that smooth. We arrived at the station about 25 minutes before the bus was supposed to leave and there was already a good number of people waiting around with luggage. I had feared a free-for-all and it was basically that; when what appeared to be our bus rolled up, the crowd swarmed near the front door, barely letting the passengers off. The driver yelled that bags would be loaded on the other side, and we ran to stake our claim, assuming if our bags were on, we would get on as well. Everyone then raced back to the front door of the bus as the driver held back the crowd. He then started allowing entry and taking money, as we jockeyed for position. Luckily a helper stationed himself at the back door, closer to us, and opened a 2nd entry point. We purchased our tickets, Julia was momentarily held back as he checked with the driver on their count, and we breathed a sigh of relief after taking our seats. It appeared that some were turned away, as we saw the helper argue with a couple and had them remove their bags from the storage compartment. We didn't feel that bad for them, the taxi ride was probably only about 15€.

Down at the ferry terminal, there was already a line of a couple hundred people at our gate. Luckily, many of them were on the earlier boat that was departing late, and the line moved enough that we were no longer in the sun, but still standing in a crowded room with large backpacks on. When our massive ferry arrived, they slowly released people who ran aboard, trying to get prime positions. I realized later that the vessel was continuing on to Athens and that the majority of the passengers were looking to get comfortable for their 7+ hour voyage. The end point for us was the island of Naxos, the largest and one of the most fertile of the Cyclades grouping of Greek Islands. Our trip was an easy 2 hours on the closest thing to a cruise ship we have been on. It had multiple restaurants, a gift shop, and a wide variety of seating choices.

On Naxos, we caught the bus for the short trip down to our seaside village of Agia Anna, where the beaches are long and sandy, and the water is still a perfectly clear teal. We felt more at home right away. The tourists appear to be more Greek than anything else, there are no cruise ships or large tour groups following around a stuffed animal hanging from a stick (the common way guides lead their herd). Our hotel is just across the street from the water and we appear to have gotten one of the best rooms with an outstanding view from our balcony (probably thanks to Julia for informing management it was our honeymoon).




The first night in Naxos was spent exploring our neighborhood beach and restaurants. Luckily the bar with the loud bad music and party atmosphere was a ways down from our lodgings. Dinner that night was a local sausage gyro and a souvlaki pork plate at the popular place right outside our hotel entrance, called Oregano's. We could tell it was legit, because locals would roll up on motorbikes and grab a gyro for the road.



Sunday was a day to relax after feeling like we were surrounded by cars and people for the last 72 hours. After the intriguing and very traditional free breakfast buffet made by the hotel Mom (assorted pastries, figs, melons, eggs, pudding, yoghurt, cereal, bread, deli meat, cheese, tomato, spanakopita, and coffee/juice), we found a nice sand/boulder strewn jetty and enjoyed swimming, people watching, and snorkeling around the big rocks. I had read rumors of sea turtles in these waters and they proved to be true. After spotting one my first time in without my camera, I grabbed Julia and we found the medium sized guy/girl with little effort. We observed and snapped photos until he/she swam faster than we could. When we had returned to the spot on top of a boulder where we had stashed our bags, we found 2 youngish ladies had now taken up residence there, posing for Instagram photos and placing their bags touching ours, as if they knew us. It was another reminder of different cultures perception and awareness of personal space. We took this as a reason to venture down south over an outcropping to Plaka Beach, where we were quickly reminded that the northern part of it is clothing optional. Our first exposure, if you will, to this Mediterranean normalty. We found a spot far enough from the nakedness to feel comfortable looking around, and briefly swam and snorkeled.





After we felt decently sunburned, we retreated to our hotel for shade and wine. Our Sunday dinner was an assortment of fried sea creatures and tuna carpaccio which we ate on tables in the sand. And for the 2nd night in a row, we were given complimentary watermelon after our meal, which seems to be the custom on Naxos. The sunsets were excellent there so we took pictures.



After another similar breakfast Monday morning, we hopped on some buses to checkout the main port town and the village of Halki, up in the mountainous inland region. It was quaint and touristy in it's center but a short walk to the outskirts gave us a good sense of real Greek village living, with olive groves and farms containing chickens, turkeys, and barking dogs. Although we did enjoy the tastes of the touristy stuff as well, with homemade ice cream, baklava and kataifi from a bakery, and the local award winning specialty of Kitpon liquor from the Kitron Naxos Vallindra distillery. We sampled the sweet, medium, and strong varieties, all of which were delicious, and are now packing home a 100ml bottle of the strong stuff to remind us of Naxos when we finally return home.




While waiting for the bus back to town from Halki, we noticed people gathering in front of the church across the street. When a hearse pulled up front, a priest dressed in a purple robe grabbed 3 large ropes and rang the church bells multiple times. He then gave a blessing over the coffin before some men carried it inside. We watched as people came from all directions and filled up the church, and passing motorists would give the sign of the cross before moving on. Also fascinating is how drivers navigate the narrow streets, often having to reverse a block or so until oncoming traffic could pass. The whole experience was a nice change from Santorini, where a glimpse of true Greek life is not really possible.



After arriving back to the hotel, we had just enough time for a cooling dip in the sea before the sun got too low. I made one last snorkeling attempt that did not go very smoothly; I snapped the strap on my snorkel mask, used Julia's new mask, saw a larger sea turtle, tried to keep up with it swimming, wore myself out, started heading back to shore, had trouble breathing properly, took the mask off, nearly drowned in the choppy waters, found rocks to stand on and catch my breathe that luckily didn't have sea urchins, and finally made it back to dry land where I felt relived but embarrassed. Probably good we will be away from the water for about 3 weeks.

For our final night on Naxos, we watched the sunset from the rocky outcropping and returned to Oregano's for dinner. This time we had a tzatziki and pita appetizer, plus a local sausage plate and a chicken souvlaki gyro. They really do make good reasonably priced food at this establishment, aided by the ability to source most of their dishes from ingredients found on this large island.




One last breakfast buffet on Tuesday morning before catching the bus to the ferry port and taking the 9:30 AM boat for 5 hours to Piraeus (the port for Athens and the busiest in the Mediterranean). Upon arrival, we followed the mass of people, correctly assuming they were all headed to the train station.  We successfully used the transit system, and after a brief walk, arrived at our Airbnb on the south side of Athens. With that, you are caught up. ἦλθον, εἶδον, ἐνίκησα.


Thursday, August 2, 2018

Je Ne Veux Pas Travailler 

In the words of Micah, "France was nice." I'll elaborate a little more.

We had 3 days in Marseille and 2.5 days worth of activities we hoped to accomplish. The first night quickly taught us that Marseille does not mess around with her summers, and that we would need to be strategic about avoiding the hottest times of the day. Also, we recommend anyone considering a summer trip to the French Riviera to splurge for a dwelling with AC.  Sunday, we wandered the streets of Marseille in search of pastries, cathedrals, and another magnet to add to Mark's fridge (until we're grown up enough to own a fridge ourselves). Our walk from the Cathédrale La Major towards Basilique Norte Dame de la Garde took us right next to the Vieux (Old) Port, where vendors had set up shop at the market and were offering generous samples of baked goods and cured meats. We climbed many steps to reach the top of Norte Dame, and took in the panormaic views of France's oldest town.






Sunday taught us a lot about France's food culture. We struggled in the morning to find a bakery or an establishment serving typical breakfast food. Although now that we know the area better, I think we just missed all the neighborhoods that have a bakery every few feet, plus it was a Sunday. For dinner, we had our hearts set on seafood and a front row seat at the Vieux Port. We scoured the menus lining the popular street, spotted one with prices in our comfort range, and sat down. The menu we were handed was very different from the menu outside. We were informed that plated meals are only served at lunch; at this establishment, we could drink our dinner with a plate of charcuterie on the side. The next spot we attempted happily served us house wine while we waited until 6pm, the time they began to take orders for dinner. My food hypothesis based on this day was that the French consume only coffee and baked goods for breakfast, lunch is their primary meal, and dinner is optional/ a late night social event/ typically drank from a wine glass. No wonder they're all so fit.

Monday morning we caught up on our sleep, our bodies finally adjusting to the 9 hour time change. We rushed out our door to catch the subway + bus combo to the town of Cassis. We had a tandem kayak reserved to paddle ourselves to Les Calanques National Park at 1:45pm. Swimming in the crystal tourquoise waters found between the plunging white limestone walls was recommended to us by more than one friend, so we knew we had to find a way. Our research resulted in two options: hike, which would allow for beautiful overhead views and relatively steep paths up and down from the water, or kayak from La Grande Mer to the two more beautiful and accessible swimming coves, Calanque Port Pin and Calanque En Vau. We like water sports and well developed arm muscles, so we chose kayaking. We were also told the hiking trail may be closed during summer months due to fire danger and we were not competent enough in our French translation to know whether this was true or not. We had a blast and as you can see from the pictures below, the majestic scenery and refreshing waters did not disappoint. However, if we were to do it again, we'd choose the hiking option. Our small tandem kayak was at the mercy of the boats, requiring us to sit and wait at the boat crossings for an opening and then paddle until our arms were numb. The kayak also was a wee-bit spendy at 45€, and we definitely felt the time crunch of making it back to shore within our 4 hour rental period.








To return back to Marseille from Cassis, I had found an online website that gave bus routes and timetables to travel from point A to point B. We turned in the kayaks at 5:45, cooled off in the water and laid on the beach, and then headed towards the bus stop for bus 8. There was a bus pulled over near the assumed area, so I asked, in my best French, where we were supposed to pick up bus 8 for Marseille. He pointed 15 feet away, but then I believe he said "finished for the day." Now, I took French language classes for 5 years, received my college minor in French, but after 15 years of not speaking more than a few sentences now and then in my head, ce n'est pas bien. So whatever he said, I hoped and assumed that I had heard wrong and we walked to the spot where he pointed. Over the course of the next 45 minutes, we had conversations- mostly in English- with 3 other groups of travelers, also confused as to where bus 8 was. It was finally determined that bus 8 was resting for the evening and we needed to find an alternate route. The other groups kindly took us under their wings since we have no internet access without wifi, and told us their plan: they were walking a few blocks back to the beach, would catch a bus to the train station there, and then train to Marseille. We followed, clueless but happy to be lost in numbers. We did arrive home, about an hour later than expected and at the additional cost of 12€ for unplanned train tickets. But this was just one more of many encounters we had in France where people were kind and helpful, and although I accidentally spoke Spanish more often than French when attempting to communicate, I believe it was appreciated. We capped our night off with cheap sandwiches, cold French fries, and a glorious view of the cathedral with the sunset in the background.



Tuesday we decided to give French public transit one more attempt, and we (again) failed. With fresh baked goods in hand for breakfast, we used the automated machine to buy two train tickets to Aix-en-Provence and boarded the train. Thirty minutes later, we disembarked at the last stop, at a station just outside of town. We passed by a few buses parked at the train station and wandered into the town center. It was much quieter and emptier than we expected. It took both of us about 10 minutes to agree that we weren't actually in Aix-en-Provence, but were a solid 20 minutes south in a town called Gardanne. A short walk back to the train station, we clarified that the busses were shuttling people to our actual desired location, and 20 minutes later we were there. We were later told, when trying to find the return train, that due to construction there were no direct trains from Marseille to Aix-en-Provence, only the shuttle system we'd experienced and direct buses.

Aix-en-Provence is a quaint college town with a chic walking street filled with boutiques and open air cafes. It was more commercialized than we enjoy, so we strolled the popular street, glanced at drink prices and ended up purchasing beverages from the grocery store. The people watching was decent, sitting on the edge of a fountain with many others in the center of the street, occasionally sliding our toes under us when cars drove by. We caught the direct bus back to Marseille and were pleased to have checked another town off of our France list.

That evening we set out to taste the regional dish of Bouillabaisse, a traditional Provençal fish stew. We found it, and kind of wish we hadn't. It tasted like fish boiled in water, plus a few seasonings tossed in. But we drank (more) Rosé from Provence, munched on seafood appetizers, and overspent our daily planned budget. A good day overall.



Wednesday was our last day in Marseille and luckily, our AirBNB host gave us the ok to stay at our lodging until early that evening when we had a scheduled flight out. We didn't want to stray far from home, plus I was determined to eat crepes while we were in France. Back to the Vieux Port and to an outdoor table in the center of a large street filled with tents, plants, air misters, and diners. We did the cliché French thing and enjoyed our crepes with a café on the side, and I even wore a black and white striped shirt. We took one last stroll through the neighborhood of Le Panier, where we had called home for the past 4 nights. If we make it back to Marseille, we would stay in this area again. It was idyllic France, with its tall buildings strung with drying clothes on a line, steep streets that were barely wide enough to fit a car, artsy ambience, cozy hidden squares and sun-baked cafes.






Our flight Wednesday evening to Santorini was scheduled for 7:10, but didn't depart until 9:05 due to delays from the previous flight. We flew Volotea, one of those cheaper European companies that charge for everything. 30€ per checked-on luggage, 7€ to choose your seat, 30€ if you don't have your boarding pass when you arrive at the airport. We opted to not pay for any of the extras, including choosing our seat, but lucked out as one of the few open seats was to my left, so we rearranged. Arrived in Santorini just after 1am, learned that the taxi drivers in Santorini don't appreciate negotiations (his price went up when we low balled him), and climbed in our beds exhausted.

We woke up the next morning, ready to explore this magestic island. However, new country means new blog, so we'll tell you all about the gyros, homemade red wine sold in plastic bottles, and sunsets- next time. La vie est trop courte pour boire du mauvais vin.