The ferry ride was more like a cruise at the sedate pace of 23kph on a much smaller boat, slicing through the incredibly dark blue waters of a flat calm Aegean Sea. We played cards with Margaret and Vera most of the way (The game we played for years, which we knew as Australian Newmarket, they knew as ‘May I”) as we called at four small little islands en route – a lovely day – albeit somewhat tiring. We stayed at the newly built (2010) Aqua Petra Hotel. Not yet another white hotel but beautifully built out of their natural stonework, flat roofed, double glazed, quiet as – about 8km from the port.
They also have an idyllic swimming pool which we never used as there is a lovely spot to swim in just in front of their hotel. Idyllic – surprisingly warm – which we did that day, just in front of the hotel on an all pebble beach, replete with pool bar which we couldn’t use because of the wedding preparations!
The family started building in 1996, 20 men and an Albanian built the lot in two years. Excellent stone masonry. Unfortunately they have no idea how to run a hotel. We couldn’t buy beer, the brand new kettle blew the fuses before it boiled, there was no car to hire from them to get to the village, no kayaks/canoes no cutlery – yet all the rooms were fully decked out as self catering apartments – weird. We enjoyed a nice quiet day by ourselves, sunbathing and swimming on the pebble beach – recovering. We also knew there was a wedding that night smack in front of our hotel. To which we had ALL been invited. There were to be 420 guests and would go on for at least three days. Even with double glazing and earplugs, we could see and hear the pounding of their ENOURMOUS sound system so we knew there wouldn’t be much sleeping. Apparently Greek weddings can go on day and night for three days or more! – And yes it was noisy. Only one night but finished around 04:30 with fireworks and a brush fire (silly buggers) – by the evening of the second day they had still not cleared the bar of glasses, cigarette butts etc! As we thought – we were not invited – they were just being polite so no dancing on the lawn for us. A tour of the island was arranged the next day – the main points of interest being a church and houses built into the rocks but we declined as the roads did not appear quite so high as Naxos but just as precipitous. We hired a little car between the four of us instead and and ran into the village a couple of times for coffee and meals.
Otherwise you are trapped 8 km away in the hotel – mad. The next day they tried to frighten us to death with a bus driver who thought he was a rally driver. We had to go over the mountain road, windy bends again, with this idiot powering into the up hill bends into 90 degree chicanes then downhill the same breaking all the way – overheating brakes – no worries! Despite him we got to the second port of Amorgos.
and caught the high speed ferry to Santorini.