As I browsed through pictures, I realized that I had forgotten all about posting the last leg of our holiday.
After the our experience in the Ghost Town, we were braced for all eventualities. We had met an Indian family in Fira, who mentioned that Oia(where we were headed to), was very quiet in comparison to Fira. That was enough to get us worried. Then again, we decided that we are sure to find something to do there. We also decided to return our rental car before heading for Oia. We had to return the car in Fira, and we did not want to come back to Fira, just for that. Our plan was to walk around Oia village and just relax, enjoy the sunset.. basically, do nothing.
After a heavy breakfast at a beach hotel, we got ready and checked out of our ghost hotel. This was one time when there was staff at the reception when we needed them. Guess they did not want us taking off with the keys!
We wanted to go to a beach, drop off the car, and then set off for Oia. We had slight change of schedule based on what our tour guide on the volcano trip told us. He recommended going to the other tip of Santorini, which had the light house. Given that we were close by, we decided to drive there first, and then head off to the beach.
The view on our way to the lighthouse. The islands in the middle are the volcanic islands, and the white bit on the other side is Oia – our final destination for the rest of the holiday. Santorini is crescent shaped.
Some ruins enroute..
And finally the lighthouse. There were other tourists like us, snapping away :)
Next stop, Monolithos beach. It was recommended to be a shallow beach, suitable for children. Most of the beaches in Santorini are quite deep, so quite scary for young children. It was a nice beach, almost empty, as the season was almost over. No pictures, because we were too busy having fun :) Just one picture that shows us where we were – on the other side of the mountain that was visible from our hotel.
Beach sorted, lunch sorted, we set off to Oia. Full of trepidation and worry. What if it were just like Perivolos? What if we landed up in another ghost town?
The drive to Oia was gorgeous, but we decided to just let our eyes and our minds capture the pictures, for a change. We had planned to call the hotel in advance, but we managed to forget in the middle of everything else.
Finally we reached Oia village. It was just like the pictures – gorgeous, cute and so very different. We had heard about some hotels being difficult to reach, with little steps and everything – but we were lucky, our hotel was easy to spot, and easy to reach from where the taxi left us.
The reception was locked, once again! But this time, there was a bell to be rung. Up bounded a warm, cheerful man, who was the manager, and he took us to our accommodation. Unlike our previous hotel manager/caretaker(or whatever he might have been), he was wonderful, and made us feel welcome.
That’s where we stayed – the windmill that is in the distance. I ought to mention here, that husband was super excited about living in the Windmill. He was the one who booked it. Normally, I do booking and stuff, but while we were doing the research, husband got fascinated by the idea of living in a windmill, and decided to book it. He couldn’t wait to get there.
It used to be a working windmill(used for grinding flour) some years ago. The wind speed near the windmill validates that. We could hear the roaring wind the whole time.It was a totally different experience. One that we wouldn’t forget in a hurry.
It is converted into a 2 bedroom apartment. The Kitchenette. My heart sank when I saw those steps. Look at the size of them! And no railings! Husband loved the character features of the windmill – I did too, to be honest, it was just that I was a little worried about Daughter taking a tumble from those steps.
Look at the bedrooms!
And those tiny windows!
The view from our window..
And the view from our bed..
After settling in, we went off to explore the streets of Oia. Oia is famous for it’s gorgeous sunsets, and loads of tourists from the rest of the island come over, just to see the sunset. See the crowd of people at Oia Castle, waiting for the sunset? Unfortunately, we did not get to see a proper sunset that day – it was too cloudy.
The streets of Oia had a charm of their own..
Quaint shops selling all sorts of stuff.. From souvenirs to paintings to beads to pumice stones.
Oia at night time…
There was something about the place, that was magical. We walked around aimlessly, and yet did not get bored. After a delicious dinner, and finally exhausted, we retraced our steps back to our windmill house..
I had planned to complete the travelogue with this post, but that would make it unbearably long.. So the rest in the next :)