High above the volcano that created Santorini as we know it today, gazing across the island’s magnificent caldera, is a little piece of heaven. Or, quite possibly, actual heaven. I’m… Continue Reading

The water today is so, so blue. And take-your-breath away cold. It’s the best send-off possible, next to a table full of taramosalata, tzatziki and saganaki. Which is why an… Continue Reading

I WAS having a chat with a young man the other day and the conversation invariably strayed towards what to see on the island. I ran him through some general… Continue Reading

Every so often (and, probably more often than I am due) I am fortunate enough to experience some very beautiful things. This hotel, perched high above Santorini’s volcano and massive,… Continue Reading

The American woman who came to scatter her brother’s ashes. The Canadian couple on their honeymoon, their wedding album at the ready. The young Danish girl on holidays with her… Continue Reading

It has been cooler the past few nights. The third full moon has passed, since we arrived. For the first time in a long time there have been clouds in the… Continue Reading

This strange little dry, dusty, volcanic island, said to be the site of the lost city of Atlantis, produces some of the most delicious, sun-filled flavours to ever grace one’s… Continue Reading

The winds are back today, kicking up dust and scattering reason. I have retired to my room where it’s still – so still – to try and gather what the… Continue Reading

Where: The Cave of Nikolas, Akrotiri I ate: Fried tomato balls (best on the island), a Santorini Salad and fresh watermelon from the garden. It was: a beautiful meal.

I find, sometimes, it is rather difficult to write when I am on the island. You’d think, with the cast of characters and the cinematic setting, stories would abound. And… Continue Reading

… I attended an impromptu barbecue. Our host was a South African masseuse, who lives in a small house with eight cats, a dog, and a large collection of angel… Continue Reading

When I told my parents I was flying to Santorini to spend my mid-year university break working in a bar, my father ran to the computer and consulted Wikipedia. He… Continue Reading

  Santorini. It’s a magic word. Greek Islands. There are two more. They make one all but quiver with a delight peculiar to the notion of endless sunshine, vast blue skies,… Continue Reading

Last night, at around 11pm, a group of American travellers congregated outside our room with their cans of Mythos and special brand of inaugral backpacking philosophy, and began to converse. Settling… Continue Reading