In which we are forbidden 2 wheels, but offered 4

Santorini -


Just as pretty as it looks. OT (other traveler) and I were banned from hiring scooters - "my heart, my heart", cried Diamantis of Diamantis Team scooter hire as we, erhem, careened, around the Hotel Parissa carpark. He has let us have a pair of four-wheelers. 'Much safer', he said. It's the handle-twisty accelerator that got us - very abrupt. Four wheelers you accelerate with your thumb.


The water is warm, although we haven't been in yet. The roads are narrow and full of fools like us, and very zoomy locals in cars and on scooters. The cliffs are very steep, the land very dry, khaki and dun. The sea is house-paint blue, almost purple - wine dark. 


Our hotel has two beds in the room (there was an issue with this in Athens), and a verandah with a view over low grape vines and white washed houses to the water. There is a friendly dog, slightly wolfish in the muzzle like his cousins that lie in the shade of the little alleys in Athens.


Last night I dreamed that I lost my job (which was in publishing) due to the TET's (tough economic times), and that a plague was crawling through Wellington. Victims became very ill, their skin covered in creeping orange mold. The mold was on the telephone lines outside Kelburn School as well.


The moral of the story? Raki and octopus after 11pm do not make for a peaceful sleep.


We are drinking retsina and plotting our next move.