Saturday 7th June. Santorini morning provides a nice cool breeze, chirping birds and breakfast in the hostel. You have to cook your own egg and “bacon” is really a slice of processed ham, but sitting around a pool on a noice Island makes up for it. Kidding about the egg though, you eat it raw.

I was about to generalise and say that Greece has bad food, rude people and bad service but all that changed yesterday when I went to Santorini. The story so far – At the hostel in Athens I bought a ticket on a large ferry that goes to the Greek islands. My destination, Santorini. You see photos of Santorini everywhere. We even had them in our livingroom in Brisbane many years ago. The whitewashed houses [...]