Saturday Spetember 6th - Clubbing in Santorini

Having lost an entire day in Santorini, Sirena was none too happy as this was the island she had been most looking forward to. Our hotel at 12 Euro was great though. We spent a day on Perissa beach and in the evening hired a scooter so we could see the rest of the island. We drove to Fira, the capital of Santorini and had a good meal of Lasagne and beautiful baked fish at a restaurant overlooking the harbour. Fira is set on steep cliffs, with some houses actually cut into the rock, making for all the famous pictures of Santorini you see everywhere. Fira village is a maze of tiny narrow streets, whitewashed and quite attractive, altough now made very touristy with bars, expensive seafood restaurants and even a long street of jewelry shops. Snoggy hand-holding couples everywhere!

After dinner, it was still early (11pm) and the bars were not yet happening. About the only place we found with any life was Murphys Irish bar, which was packed with young (mostly) girls and a few locals trying to get lucky. We stayed for a couple of drinks and a boogy before checking out some other places. We figured it was getting close to end of season as some places were very empty. One guy, (yes, another aussie - this is turning into the story of my life) Vaughen, attempted to chat me up. It was so laughable. I dont think he realised I was about 10 years older than him. He kept asking me the exact same questions (name, where am I travelling, etc..) soooo dull. Then hed start off about himself, boring me to tears with his tedious tales of himself, all the while yelling into my ear over the din of the club. Then hed start over again with the same questions. Eventually I had to tell him he needed to learn some listening skills, but not until he had followed us around for a few minutes to various other bars, in a vain attempt to lose him. I dont believe in letting them down easy.

Fira by night was actually a little depressing but we were keen to see it by daylight to see if we couldnt get some postcard perfect pictures for ourselves. Eventually we gave up trying to have a good time - it was either working or it wasnt, and headed for home. We got a bit lost on the way back home, driving around Firas one-way side streets, and we were very happy to make it back to Perissa Beach finally.