Alright!
We're off again! This time to the town of Oia itself, where the sunsets
are
said to be the most spectacular.
We
picked a spot on the cliff wall just south of the town. To fully appriciate
just
how high up we are, check out that little boat down there as a reference
point.
(We
need to make note here that driving a moped along these amazingly
high
cliff walls on these amazingly narrow roads that had (amazingly) very
few guardrails was quite an experience.)
And
so was this sunset...
Here's
Carl just taking it all in from the cliff edge.
This
was probably the best sunset either of us had ever seen... looking back
now,
these pictures don't even begin to do it justice.
Or
maybe it's just the soft golden glow of sentiment that tends to gently
bend a
fond
memory into something a bit more than it actually was....
... no. This was just f#&ing beautiful. Period.
And
long before we were ready to let them go, both the sun and our last day
in Santorini disappeared into the night .
We
caught our ferry back to mainland Greece the next morning. En route we
were able
to get one more look at Naxos and the Hora.
And that was Greece... and so we began the long trek back from Athens
to
Patras.
Well...
we were ALMOST out of Greece. On the boat ride back from Patras to Brindisi,
Italy, we ran into the same truckers that we almost had it out with on
the way over.
Only this time, we were without our Aussie Posse. So suffice to say, Faith,
Space Monkey
and I spent the remainder of that night in hiding.
