I had the worst experience ever. My first time on a cruise and I had arranged an excursion for Santorini. First of all, I had to wake up at 6:00am. After I had breakfast I had to wait in line to get in the tender.
As soon as I had set foot onshore I was rushed in the bus with another fifty half-asleep poor souls and climbed that hair-rising road from the tiny port to the top of the hill. I have to agree that the view from up there was breath taking. Our destination was the beautiful village of Oia on the other side of the island. The distance was only 10 miles and the ride could have been an enjoyable half an hour along lash vineyards with spectacular vistas, if the driver didn't have to do it in ten minutes. Soon I started to have the taste of half-digested eggs and ham strong in my mouth. When we arrived in Oia, we got off the bus and all flocked around that tall long-haired guide of ours who lead the way up a dusty path to a small square near a church. There, under the strong sun, together with numerous other small groups, our fellow told us a few words about the place and set us free. We were supposed to meet him right there in the square no later than half an hour. Oia ia a marvelous place but even paradise can be hell if you have to walk in a narrow street with another 300 people with only one thing in mind. Where is those rest rooms he had told us about. I literally spent my half hour on a long line to get to the absolutely most important destination. The W.C. !!!
Then I ran back to the square passing beautiful small shops and enticing cafes with the irresistible urge to stop in every one of them. Again we all flocked around our guy who started to say something about visiting the shop of a friend where we would buy beautiful things at very low prices. Well, that was too much for me. Right away I left the group, found a beautiful small cafe and stayed in Oia the whole day. I had a great time and when it was time to go back to the boat, I just took a $15 taxi to the cable car.
As soon as I had set foot onshore I was rushed in the bus with another fifty half-asleep poor souls and climbed that hair-rising road from the tiny port to the top of the hill. I have to agree that the view from up there was breath taking. Our destination was the beautiful village of Oia on the other side of the island. The distance was only 10 miles and the ride could have been an enjoyable half an hour along lash vineyards with spectacular vistas, if the driver didn't have to do it in ten minutes. Soon I started to have the taste of half-digested eggs and ham strong in my mouth. When we arrived in Oia, we got off the bus and all flocked around that tall long-haired guide of ours who lead the way up a dusty path to a small square near a church. There, under the strong sun, together with numerous other small groups, our fellow told us a few words about the place and set us free. We were supposed to meet him right there in the square no later than half an hour. Oia ia a marvelous place but even paradise can be hell if you have to walk in a narrow street with another 300 people with only one thing in mind. Where is those rest rooms he had told us about. I literally spent my half hour on a long line to get to the absolutely most important destination. The W.C. !!!
Then I ran back to the square passing beautiful small shops and enticing cafes with the irresistible urge to stop in every one of them. Again we all flocked around our guy who started to say something about visiting the shop of a friend where we would buy beautiful things at very low prices. Well, that was too much for me. Right away I left the group, found a beautiful small cafe and stayed in Oia the whole day. I had a great time and when it was time to go back to the boat, I just took a $15 taxi to the cable car.