Santorini and the Theory of Atlantis

Oia Santorini Greece

“And then the cliffs… where has one ever seen such colours, seen rock twisted up like barley sugar, convoluted and coloured so fancifully?  They remind me of the oil marbling on the endpapers of Victorian ledgers.  Mauve, green, putty, grey, yellow, scarlet, cobalt… every shade of the heat from that of pure molten rock to the tones of metamorphic limestone cooling back into white ash…. Sunset and sunrise here put poets out of work.”                                             Lawrence Durrell

By 2008 I had been to Santorini three times before, in 2002, 2004 and in 2006 and although I rather like it I have to say that it is no longer my favourite.   The trouble with Santorini is that once you have been elsewhere it simply becomes less impressive.  Everyone says ‘Oh, you are going to Greece, you must go to Santorini!’  but generally these are tourists who haven’t been to Amorgos, Sikinos or Folegandros and these islands, let me tell you, are many times better that easily eclipse Santorini despite its stunning caldera and unique scenery.

We travelled from Ios to Santorini by highspeed ferry, which is more expensive than a regular boat but gets where it is going twice as quickly.  I prefer the alternative but this wasn’t so bad and at least it was possible to go out on deck.

 The approach to Santorini is truly spectacular and once the ferry has slipped through the ring of islands and into the blue caldera the hilltop towns of first Oia and then Thira come into view.  Some say that this is the exact spot of the mythical underwater ocean city of Atlantis and I like to think that somewhere down there in the inky blackness is Troy Tempest in his submarine Stingray searching for the elusive and mysterious Marina.

 

Across the water from Thira was a black island with rocks distorted in twisted agony just as the volcano left them when it erupted and spilled into the water in the throes of an explosive birth. The eruption that created the caldera was among the largest volcanic explosions in the history of the planet that measured six on the Volcanic Explosivity Index, which may not sound that impressive but is just about as big as you can get.  This would have been a fairly big bang and when it went off it would be sensible to be standing well back because it ejected an estimated sixty cubic kilometres of material as it blew the unfortunate island apart and destroyed the Minoan civilization both here and on the nearby island of Crete.

   

Santorini is an island of contrasts and it is a shame that the ferry doesn’t dock at Thira but carries on to a harbour a few kilometres south, which is a mass of ugly concrete, tacky souvenir shops, bus stops and taxi ranks and doesn’t present the arriving visitor with the most pleasing aspect of the island.  We ignored the taxis and found the bus for Thira and it left quite quickly up a long snaking road that led up to the top of the cliffs and the road to the island capital.

It was a short trip through some of the less picturesque parts of the island and once there it deposited us in the bus station at the back of the town.  Surrounded by tourist shops selling cheap souvenirs this may not be the best part of Thira but it doesn’t take long to get there and in only five minutes we were at the picture postcard front of the town looking over the sparkling sea.  Everything there is impossibly bright, whitewashed buildings, giddy steps clinging to the cliffs whilst raking down to the sea and blue domed churches.  After a drink and a baklava in an expensive café with a great view we walked along the entire length of the cliff top admiring the sea on one side and the little buildings clinging to the rocks on the other.

A problem with Thira however is that because it is so popular it can be really overcrowded and busy.  Down in the bay there were six cruise ships all shuttling their guests to the town and filling the place to overflowing.  These days the average cruise ship weighs about one hundred and twenty thousand tonnes, is three hundred metres long and has almost four thousand passengers so that is about twenty thousand cruisers joining all of the regular holidaymakers and day trippers like us and easily outnumbering the indigenous population of twelve thousand and making the place fit to burst at the fragile seams.

 

As the little shuttle boats kept bringing people ashore and the overworked donkeys transported them up the raking steps  the crowds were at the peak of their numbers and the shops and cafés were all full to the brim so this seemed a good time to leave Thira and get the bus to the nearby town of Oia at the very north of the island.  The ride provided more contrast as the road followed a high mountain to the left and a flat fertile plain many metres below.  The road clings to the top of the mountain and provides splendid views but you really have to hope that the bus has had its brakes regularly maintained!

Oia is even more picturesque than Thira but fortunately not nearly so crowded and we walked along the top of the cliff, along narrow roads and down twisting footpaths, around whitewashed churches, creaking windmills and an abandoned castle and it was so much more leisurely and enjoyable than the capital.  The town has stricter rules on development and commerce and has managed to successfully protect itself from the excesses of tourism.  It was now extremely hot and as the sun blazed and the rays bounced around the whitewashed streets and houses it made us think of mythos and shade so we found a taverna in a back street and enjoyed a meal at about half of the prices in Thira.

 

Oia is famous for its sunsets and about an hour before the appointed time, coaches, buses and cars flood into the little town and brings hundreds of people in to see the spectacle.  They take up position all along the little streets and the place becomes overcrowded and far too busy so I was glad that we were going in the opposite direction and back to Thira which by now was much quieter as all of the cruise ships had started to leave.

Quite by chance we had timed our visit to perfection and here is my visiting Santorini tip; go first to Oia because while Thira boils over with visitors during the day it is empty in Oia and when this town starts to fill up for the sunset go back to Thira which calms down nicely at about this time when the cruisers all leave.  You can see the sunset in Thira just as well as Oia and let’s be honest, it is exactly the same sunset anyway!

 

We sat for a while on a roof top terrace with a good view of the caldera, the town and the mule trains with their grumpy drovers transporting tourists back and forth down a precariously dangerous twisting track consisting of five hundred and eighty numbered steps to the harbour below and back to their ships.  The terrace had a good view over the harbour and we watched the cruise ships taking people away and we were glad to see them go.

We watched the electric red sunset but had to leave in a bit of a rush to get back to the bus station and take our transport back to the port.  Not quite as elegant a departure as the cruisers I have to confess but it was efficient and we returned to the harbour in good time for our return high-speed ferry back to Ios.  This is a great island but a fourth visit to Santorini will probably be my last for a while so I watched it slip away behind the ferry as we left with no urgent plans to return.

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17 responses to “Santorini and the Theory of Atlantis

  1. So far I have only been to Santorini, and I thought it was magical, but when we holiday we always stay well clear of tourists & walk everywhere! I think my first travel post will be about our visit in September 2008 when we went for a friends wedding & managed to stay for 2 weeks so got lots of hill walking done (is there any other type of walking there?)

  2. Andrew, we’re on lovely Santorini now, and so I wanted to read some of your insight. Fortunately, we’ve stayed a bit away from the madness (in the outskirts of Imerovigli) and are stunned by the beauty here! We’ve visited Akrotiri, had a splendid cooking class experience, explored Fira and are off to Oia today. Aside from exploring wine country (which we’ll do in a few days) and possibly going out to the volcano by boat, I’m open to more suggestions. What were some more of your most memorable jaunts here?

    • Hi Tricia – Lucky you. To be honest Santorini is not one of my favourite islands – far too commercialised and over priced. Oia is worth a visit and Akrotiri too and a boat ride to the volcano is quite interesting and you will achieve ever lasting youth by bathing in the hot mud springs!
      As I say, not my favourite bit just a ferry ride away are Naxos and Paros which are much nicer because they are not overrun with tourists and cruisers!
      Enjoy your time there.

  3. Do you think the Minoans were the basis for the Atlantis myth?

    • There could hardly be a better place for the basis of the legend but Plato told the story of Atlantis over 1,000 years after the Santorini eruption. Considering how difficult it can at times for us in the 21st century to understand and interpret history of say the 8th century then I would suggest that it is highly doubtful. Much more likely that Plato simply ‘made it up’ or embellished an ancient legend. What do you think?

  4. Very useful insight! Wonderful photos as well!

  5. I know we have had the discussion before of the best of the Greek Islands. For now I will lounge in my beautiful memories of our time at a wee family run inn just outside of Oia. away from the chaos of Thira and across the road from a taverna where the dancing went on and on.
    This is a beautifully written post. I particularly like this descriptive phrase ‘distorted in twisted agony.’

  6. Thank you for sharing the pictures and recommendations in the comments. I’ll be spending about a month backpacking through Greece in October and have always wanted to go to Santorini. Apparently there are a lot of other islands I should check out too!

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