Fira sunset

Nov 16, 2012

Capturing the romantic is never romantic. Just me and a couple of other beauty hunters running around for an hour and 40 minutes, trying to keep the frame wire and cable free (although you’ll see some below). 

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The Journey is the Destination

Nov. 16, 2012

My first afternoon in Santorini was spent in Perissa. Rick Steves had inspired a desire to see black sand beaches. I took a bus there and arrived to an empty beach. It was the middle of November, windy and I was bored. I went into one of the beach bars and asked what I could do in the area.

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On top of one of the mountains, I saw this structure and I asked if I could climb there. He said it was too far but I could go half way up to a church. And we went outside and he pointed to a small white dot off in the distance. He warned however I had to make it down before it got dark as there were no lights and it would become dangerous. I decided to do it.

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As I walked along the main road, stray dogs started to follow me and I had the bright idea of cutting through the field to get closer to my destination and also to find the way up.

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Wading through dried brushes and hearing the whistling and buzzing of insects with only the sight of a vertical ascent and no walkable path in sight, I realized this must not be the way. I went back to the main road and continued further down until I saw the start of a hill and a small gravel path.

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The cold and windy beach day was turning into a smoldering heat wave with the blazing sun shining down on me relentlessly. The higher I climbed, the hotter it got.

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The path also reduced as I came closer to the cliffs, with only a few rocks separating me from a fall.

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My destination was this closed hut of a church.