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Can you keep a secret?

Anafi is only 20km south east of Santorini, but it’s an island that time and tourists have forgotten.  We were tempted to not even tell you about it.

We arrived under the cover of darkness.  I had telephoned the previous day to make a booking at Margaritas.  There is no website, no email, just recommendations via various other travel blogs and websites.  Margarita said that her husbaund, Dimitri, would meet us at the port, “look for the silver Toyota Hilux.”  Sure enough, we find Dimitri standing next to his Hilux. Don recalls it looks very similar to the one we rented in Melbourne and tied a mattress to. For those that don’t know that story, it’s one for another day; it’s good one, so worth inviting us for dinner, just to hear it.

Dimitri doesn’t speak much english, but shows us a clean and simple room.  It’s dark, but I can hear the waves lapping the shoreline below and we go to sleep with anticipation that we are in a good spot.

In the morning, the blue shutters open to reveal a view down to a small sandy bay.  It’s early and we think our hosts are still sleeping, so we decide to walk up to the town.  Let me just explain that ‘up’ is 3km straight up, it’s not just a morning stroll!  White washed houses cling to the hillside, but this is no Santorini, there isn’t a pool in sight and telephone lines transect the view; we now remember that we didn’t see many in Santorini.

We spend 4 lazy days on Anafi, excelling at what we do best: doing nothing!  We often have the little beach to ourselves and the water is clear and warm.  My daily exercise is to swim the length of the bay and back, maybe not quite a 1km.  Margarita is known for her cooking; fresh swordfish, meatballs, squid with a greek salad and house wine.  We dine one night up in town, taking the bus up and walking down.  The owners husband is a local fisherman, you pick out your fish and they cook it with vegetables grown in their garden.

Life is simple in Anafi, the people warm and friendly; even in the few days we are there, we are treated as long-lost friends.  If you ever want to disappear, this is the spot.

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The ‘Greek Fisherman’

What possess a man to want to grow a beard?

I actually googled the question and there are many articles analyzing the issue…I will leave that to you.

I should also ask my nephews, as they seem to be the ‘in’ thing.  I guess some women find them sexy ; I can’t say I am one of them.  Don is 49 years old and has never grown a beard, or mustache.   The longest he’s gone without a shave is about 10 days.  So, Don decides that he wants to see what it’s like with a full face of hair, and what better place to do it than through Turkey and Greece!!

His last shave is Venice, as he thinks he can look like a greek fisherman by the time we get to the Greek Islands!  It does seem to be the case, on more than one occasion people instantly start talking to him in Greek, until they register the blank look on his face!

By the time we get to Santorini Don has had enough, as its itchy and annoying (I breathe a sigh of relief).

Let the beard tell the story:

 

 

Santorini

Like most people I know, I have dreamed of holidaying on the Greek islands; walking through white washed villages, swimming in turquoise water and dining on freshly caught seafood.   I have high expectations for Santorini as we board the ferry from Crete.

In the distance, jagged cliffs rise out of the ocean and little white dots start to appear.  As we get closer you can make out a solitary church sitting isolated on a point, glistening in the morning sun. Then, into view come the cliff top villages, like icing sugar sitting atop a layer cake, dripping down the side.  So far, so good!

The port is busy with the eager to arrive and not so ready to leave passengers, jostling to get on and off ferries.  The Greek ferries are rarely on time, running an hour or so late is not unusual, but they work to precision the moment they dock; within minutes people, luggage and island supplies are offloaded, followed by the reverse reloads and the ferry departs.  Our transport is waiting and is eager to pack us into the car, so as to escape the port ahead of the buses. It is a dramatic ascend traversing the cliff side into Fira, the main town of Santorini.

Fira, is the best known town of Santorini, perched up high on the clifftop, Firostefani is its close neighbour and then Imerovigli, where we are staying.  The small towns are all connected by a 6km path ringing the cliff and passing through the plethora of hotels built like Lego blocks down the steep sides, the majority of which include a swimming pool, precariously balanced as well.

Our hotel, Ilioperato meets all our expectations, this is everything you would expect of Santorini.  In traditional style, it is white washed with blue trim and grey floors to contrast and our room was previously a wine cellar (yes, how very apt).  It’s lovely and cool, with ample room for the three of us.  The pool is glistening and beckoning, though we later discover, on the chilly side.  The view; simply spectacular – Don had chosen well.

We dump our luggage and head out to explore the surrounds and grab some lunch.  Our choice is a restaurant called Mezza. Sitting on the patio looking out across the ocean, we are living the greek holiday dream!  We all had a superb lunch, but Don and I had food envy over Katrina’s choice of stuffed Squid.  So much so, we went back the following night just so we could have it – and they didn’t let us down.

Now, you have probably noticed a strong theme evolving around eating and drinking.  Let me assure you, we think we get our fair share of exercise in as well.  On our first morning we embark early (7:30am) to walk the caldera to Oia (ee-a) on the far northern tip of the Island.  The 8km trek (I checked with google maps), provides spectacular views along the cliffs and gets our heart rate up.  Oia is the Paris end of Santorini. White washed boutique hotel after another line the pathway, each with a private swimming pool, of course.  I don’t know how they balanced some of them on the cliffs. Designer shops and restaurants make-up the rest of the village.  It is picture perfect.

We are amused by the number of weddings we witness of Asian couples; the amusement is that there are no guests.   Apparently, the thing to do is go to an exotic location, get dressed up and fake the day.  Go home, have the official wedding and share the photos. I guess these days you can even photo shop your guests in!

Santorini is the chosen destination for Don the loose the greek fisherman look (yippee), but I will give than an entry all of its own!

Santorini is our final destination with Katrina.  After 6 weeks of traveling with us, she returns to Australia and back to work (a very foreign concept for us).  We could not have asked for a better travel companion.  Katrina has a natural happy and positive demeanor, even early in the morning (unlike me who needs coffee first).  She has a passion to explore everything, which I think was good for Don and I.  We may have given up on a few ruins if it hadn’t been for Katrina.   Katrina is generally not funny, but we did on occasion find she could be quick witted and came up with a few jokes all on her own!  She did extremely well to put up with us.  We thank you for joining us Katrina and look forward to you joining the tour again in October at Mexico.

For our final dinner we have all acquired a white shirt. I should say a traditional greek shirt, you can buy one on every corner, but we had noticed that many are made in India!  We enjoy the sunset from our balcony sipping a local sparkling; we are all looking relaxed and I have to say rather tanned dressed in white.  But of course, we highly recommend and support sun smart principles.

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Rhodes and Crete

Rhodes We are staying in the old town of Rhodes and once we find our two bedroom apartment we put Don to bed.  Katrina and I go in search of a supermarket for supplies.

Dinner consists of nibbles (dip, prosciutto, cheese), a G&T, followed by a bottle of greek red.   We had considered buying Gin in Turkey until we saw the price.  Gin is 50% cheaper in Rhodes (even though we are now working in euros), the variety, quality and price of wine has also improved.

Rhodes is the largest island in the Dodecanese. This cluster of islands are in the most south eastern part of the Aegean.  The old town has a long and complex history, its cobbled streets have been inhabited since as early as 1100 BC (probably a dirt track back then).  The island has seen many owners and its occupants switched loyalty as easily as the turning of the tide.

We spend the next day exploring the walled city; whilst Roman ruins are evident in certain parts the old city steps you back into medieval times. Meandering through the streets, visiting the castle and soaking up the atmosphere.  Don is feeling better, or at least is determined not to miss out.

The latest craze in Europe are fish spas,  little fish that eat away at your feet, feasting on the dead skin.  I had to give it a go; those fish better be hungry as well!  After 20min of little fish nibbling away, I don’t seem to have silky smooth feet.  I suspect that would take a lot more fish and a lot longer!  A novelty at best.

Day three, our flight to Crete is not until 6:30pm so, to fill our day, we drive to the seaside town of Lindos.   From the approaching road above you look down onto a quaint seaside village nestled into a cove of clear turquoise water; the houses awash in white, umbrellas and beach chairs neatly aligned along the shoreline.   It’s quintessentially greek and looking gorgeous! We while away the day enjoying the sunshine and warm waters.

As we approach the airport we need to decide where to leave the car.  Option A: leave it at the airport – we discover this is going to cost €6 a day (I.e. add 50%, equalling AUD$9).  Option B: drive back and leave it in the old town.  We opt for the later, it also seems like a safer option.

We had asked Christos at the hotel and he said it would be fine. As luck would have it, Don gets a spot within sight of his hotel where Christos spends most evenings sitting out the front. I don’t know what he would do, or if he would even notice our car, but it seems the best option.  Fingers crossed it is still there when we get back!

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Crete Our next destination is Chania on Crete.  it’s about a 2hour drive from the airport in Iraklio (Crete’s capital).

Driving in Greece is a new experience.  We pick up the cheap and nearly empty of petrol, hire car, (that’s why it’s cheap) and enquire about speed limits; is it like Turkey, where no one sticks to them? Of course the recommendation is to stick to the speed limits, but up to about 100km per hour is OK.  That’s a little less than the 130 we had been doing across Turkey.  Anyway, I don’t think our little buzz box will do much more than 100.

As we all know, the Greek economy is in a bit of a shambles.  In Rhodes, we can’t say we noticed anything to suggest this.  We were perhaps protected by what I would term the ‘tourist bubble’.  On Crete, the first sign of troubled times is the lack of road maintenance, not just in the condition of the roads, but finding your way is a challenge, due to road signs obscured by overgrown trees and/or graffiti making the destinations illegible.  The fact that most signs are in Greek didn’t help either!  Greek drivers are a little more conservative and we get the hint that we should stick to the speed limit!

There are speed cameras on the road to Chania every 10km or so, like driving in Sydney, they warn you several times on approach, but most are wrapped in plastic; maybe waiting for funds to afford operating them. I doubt they are digital, maybe they can’t buy the film anymore!

We arrive in Chania (some spell it Hania) about 10pm and we are surprised with how busy the town is for a Sunday night; it’s full of people young and old.  We later deduce it has something to do with upcoming elections.  Our initial impression of Chania was disappointing. The guide books rave about this town, but we couldn’t see what the attraction was.

Heading back in the following day it is chaos; the traffic is at a stand still and it takes forever to find a parking spot.  However, once we venture into the old town, Charnia starts to redeem itself. The small port is lined with cafes, the narrow laneways covered in flowering Bougainvillea.  We find a delectable place for lunch and are glad that we came.

Outside of Chania, hidden in the hills is the Monastery Agia Triada, this was ‘the find’ of Chania.  It also reminds you of the benefits of a car, we would otherwise never have discovered this out-of-the-way place.  The monastery was established in 1632 and is still a working monastery.  The monks (who stayed well hidden) produce wine, olive oil and some other products.  Of course we couldn’t resist buying a bottle of red to try.  It was more like a port than wine, so it went down well as an after dinner night cap.

Rethymno, is a lovely seaside town mid point between Chania and Iraklio, smaller than Chania, it is definitely more appealing.  The Venetian port is like most, lined with restaurants, all eagerly touting for your business. It is early, 11am, but the business cards are out, with promises of the best meal in Crete!  We spend a couple of hours in the town.

Don is looking very much like the greek fisherman, all in blue and white.  The beard days are numbered , so we take the opportunity to capture the look, even borrowing a fishing boat for a photo shoot.

Knossos, is located just outside of Iraklio and was the capital of Minoan Crete, the first palace built on the site dates back to 1900 BC.  The city was rebuilt twice after earthquakes only to finally burn down sometime around 1400 BC.  Sir Arthur Evans discovered the city in 1900 and began excavation and restoration with his own money.  His work is now considered controversial and its merit debated amongst experts, as his restoration work is obvious from the timber and concrete he used.

Today, the ongoing restoration and preservation work is more sophisticated and replicates the original materials.  Resources, skills and expertise which were not available to Evans. If he hadn’t done the restoration that he did at the time, it may have been lost. Regardless of the debate, walking through Knossos gives you a sense of the grandeur and style in which the palace was built.

We follow-up with a visit to the museum located back in the old part of Iraklio.  Here there is a scale model of the palace that puts it all into perspective.  The museum displays an incredible array of artifacts, many of which are from Knossos.  We spent a couple of hours taking it all in, from miniature stone crafted animals, ornate bowls and vases, delicately designed jewellery.  I have to say, it was one of the best museums I have been to.

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Kusadasi & Fethiye

We based ourselves in Kusadasi for two nights, as it’s a 45min drive to Ephesus, which we will do early tomorrow morning.  We didn’t know much about the town and even though we arrived about 9pm, we had decided to ‘wing-it’ for accommodation.  Plucking a recommendation from the Eyewitness Travel – Turkey, (love these books, but they need to get themselves online), we programmed the gps with the address.  We would at least check it out and consider our options.   The Grand Onder turned out to be just right (coincidentally, we discover it is where Debbie Rogers also stayed the previous year).  Don went in and did his negotiations, coming back with two rooms for 2 nights + breakfast, for a grand total of Aus $200.  They gave us rooms overlooking the port and pool and there was plenty of parking out front for the car.  Having a car has its benefits, but trying to park it every night can be painful and sometimes expensive (Kellie Penrose & I found that out many years ago when we got our car impounded in Barcelona – another story for another time)!

It had been a long day driving from Demre (never going back) to Aphrodisias, Pamukkale and back to the coast, so we were looking forward to a good dinner.  We walked along the port and didn’t get far before we discover a steak restaurant.  Steak; when was the last time we had a good steak?  It was a unanimous decision, three steaks and a bottle of red (of course).  And they proved to be great steaks that hit the spot.

We visit Ephesus the next morning (see blog May 10).  Arriving early was worthwhile, we probably had the first hour free of tourist buses.  After that they arrived in droves and you feel like you could be in bustling peak hour in downtown New York, rather than an ancient city!  Note: I do get to play with poetic license!

After coffee back in Kusadasi, we are checking out the tourist shops, only to fall prey to a shoe shop!  Katrina and I both end up with two pairs of shoes. Of course we didn’t really need the shoes, but the fun was in the bargaining.   My shoes started out at TL220 for two pairs, after much negotiation, my final offer of TL100 ($50) was accepted, but only after I walked out of the shop and the salesman chased me!  I have no doubt that they still made a good margin on our ‘designer’ shoes.

The rest of our time was spent relaxing by the pool and taking a sunset cruise.  It was nice to see the port from the bay and it was a spectacular sunset, but 1 hour was plenty.

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The next morning we headed off to Fethiye. We decided to split our 3hr drive with a beach stop on the way.  Our route took us past Akyaka, which had a nice beach and we spend a couple of hours relaxing and enjoying the turquoise waters.  The water is crystal clear and the colour incredible – and you float with ease from the high salt content.

Fethiye is our last stop in Turkey and we will have 4 nights to relax in this seaside town.  Katrina has selected our accommodation this time and she is pensive as we approach.  We don’t want to have another Demre experience!  Clearly, Demre is going to haunt me for a while!  She has nothing to fear.  We have a two bedroom, 2 bathroom (bonus) apartment in a small complex apartments built around a shared pool.  The beach is at the end of the road, where we also find a beach club that provides sun lounges and umbrellas and we take advantage of these we are told they are “free today”!

Throughout Turkey the quality of wine (we are talking red wine), has drawn varied responses (mainly from me), that have included: “oh, that tastes like metho”; “You can’t be serious – they can’t call this wine”, “drinkable, but don’t buy it again.” We did stumble across a drinkable drop at times and Villa Delucca became a staple purchase at the supermarket.  As the weather warmed up we ventured to try some roses and white wine, then back to rose (forget white).  The price of wine in restaurants can be exorbitant, but one of our favourite places in Fethiya had a dry rose for TL35 bottle (do the maths yourselves: divide by 2 = Aus $).  Given we normally paid at least double this anywhere else, we are not sure if they had made a mistake or perhaps it was a loss leader on getting customers. It worked, because we stopped there two nights out of four.  The WCP (wine consumption price) had come down considerably.

The cheapest dinner we had the entire time in Turkey was also in Fethiye.  We walk past a Kebab house with a juicy looking chicken cooking on the rotisserie (apologies to all the vegetarians).  The cafe/fastfood joint is offering a meal deal of Chicken kebab, chips and drink for TL3.50 (……yes, it was $1.75 each for dinner), and no, we didn’t get food poisoning either!

Olu Deniz is a postcard perfect beach and is a ‘must visit’ if you are in the area and is about 20km from Fethiye. I have also read about a smaller beach called Gremiler, which we decided to checkout on the way.

Without a car or boat you would struggle to find, or get to, Gremiler. It’s a secluded cove with a couple of taverns offering beach chairs and lunch.  We are possibly taken advantage of here because we agreed to free chairs with umbrella if we had lunch at the taverna.  The beach looked too nice to pass up.  Lunch, was fresh fish and salad etc, which was lovely, but was well overpriced at TL40 each.  Lesson: confirm the price first!  We wouldn’t have passed it up anyway, Gremiler was a gorgeous little spot to stop.

Olu Deniz, however, is everything they say it is.  The one advantage we have is the time of year of our visit.  In the peak season, apparently you can’t move on the beach.  There is hardly anyone when we visit.  The sandy peninsula is sheltered by the headland opposite which has created a lagoon on one side and sheltered beach on the other.  The colour of the water takes on a new level of turquoise and it one of the most beautiful beaches we have been to so far.

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